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Chapter [76]: The Imprint on the Chest(2/2)

Two eyes were like two sharp swords, and they stabbed directly into the woman in front of her.

Because the birthmark on the chest is very dazzling, like a sin mark.

I never thought that my doubt would become a reality.

The flight attendant in front of him who seemed harmless was actually the last culprit.

I asked, "Is this on your chest a birthmark?"

When the other party asked this, the flight attendant looked down at his chest.

After seeing the red mark, my face suddenly turned red.

She stared at me angrily: "I'm not a birthmark. I'm all made by you. Don't you know?"

The flight attendant asked this question.

I felt a little confused. Why did the other party say that the mark was caused by himself and that he had not had much contact with the flight attendant, and that it was impossible to create this mark.

I asked the flight attendant: "Are you kidding?"

"Did you forget that when you first came to the beach, you stepped on my chest. The mark on my chest was trampled out by you. Don't you know?"

Unexpectedly, the flight attendant asked remarkably.

Through the flight attendant's remarks, I really remembered it.

I fell off the plane and woke up on the beach. After getting up, I stepped on the flight attendant buried in the sand.

I never thought that such a mark would be left after stepping on it.

I sighed, "Why did you let the little man in that tribe kill the priest?"

"What did you say? Are you stupid? How could the priest be killed by me?"

The flight attendant looked at me in amazement.

I felt that something incredible happened in this world, and I could never imagine that this man would question her like this here.

She surrounded her torn swimsuit randomly on her chest, and then approached her face step by step.

Watching the flight attendant walking towards him, I did not retreat: "The murderer behind the scenes explained by that little man has a very obvious mark on his body, that is the red mark on his chest."

"So you think I'm the real murderer?"

The flight attendant sneered: "Then what reason do I have to kill? I have nothing to do with that priest. I am full and overwhelmed. Do I have to kill him?"

"That's why I invited you here today, why did you kill him?"

I asked as the flight attendant said.

The flight attendant laughed: "It turns out that you just doubt me. You have no evidence to prove that I killed the priest, right?"

"The evidence is the red mark on your chest."

I can now do not shy away.

The flight attendant said, "Okay, bring that killer to confront me. I want to see what kind of person is who would be so wronged."

Unexpectedly, the flight attendant was not afraid at all.

It seemed as if she hadn't done this at all.

No one can know whether it is really not afraid or pretending to be calm.

Only by bringing the killer to the front and confronting each other can the final conclusion be drawn.

Everyone came to the tribe, and the killer was brought to everyone, under the scrutiny of countless pairs of eyes.

I pointed at the flight attendant and asked the killer: "Remember, is the woman next to me who made the deal with you?"

The killer stared at the flight attendant's face and showed a strange smile.

This smile doesn't look very comfortable, and it feels like a pervert saw a little lamb.

After watching for a while, he nodded with a smile.

He said to everyone: "Yes, it's this woman."

The flight attendant opened her mouth wide.

Suddenly I became speechless.

She asked blankly: "Did you design it? I have never seen this person before, how could he say it was me?"

"Do you still have to argue? Is it really interesting to argue like this?"

I stared at the flight attendant again, with a cold look on my face.

The flight attendant also stared at my face: "I finally know why there are so many unjust cases in this world, because there are too many case handlers like you."

"Do you think we are wronging you?"

The leader next to him stood up and stared at the flight attendant's face, like staring at a demon.

Maybe in the eyes of this leader, the flight attendant in front of him was originally a demon.
Chapter completed!
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