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Seeing that Fan Zhuo was holding a little white cat in his arms, and was still yawning and sleepy, the man frowned again.

This is not the expression that people should have after killing so many people. If he really kills people, he will definitely feel panic when facing the police. This is a human instinctive reaction.

But the man made a mistake, that is, for Fan Zhu, those who are not human at all. He just accompanied Ye Miao out for a walk and disposed of a few social garbage. Naturally, he would not be nervous when he saw the police.

In addition, the Fan Zhuo is careless and doesn’t care about these things, and he is not afraid of the world. How could he be afraid of the police? When he was a child, he often visited the police station because of fighting, and it was like going home.

"What are you doing! Want to rub it?"

Seeing that the man was staring at him constantly, and then looking at Xiao Baicai, the nervous Fan Yu asked loudly at him.

"You'd say it before you want to rub it! You just stared at me and didn't speak for a long time. Am I such a stingy person?"

Fan Zhuo said to himself and handed the little cabbage to the man, looking like you would come over to pick it up if you wanted to.

"puff……"

The manager couldn't help laughing out loud, and quickly covered his mouth and turned his head to look at it, laughing loudly in his heart. What kind of immortal is the wife's aunt? She can still say such words at this time.

No, calm, I have professional qualities.

The manager forced himself to calm down, but the corners of his mouth were rising wildly.

Not to mention that the manager couldn't hold it in, the little policeman standing behind the man's sofa and the female policeman were also laughing, because their faces were very dark and their bodies were stiff and clenched.

Everyone behind Shen Tianyu calmed down, after all, they all knew what kind of urination was like in the Buddhist Prison.

"Not you petting a cat?"

The man did not respond to the doubts of Fan Zhuo. The next second he hugged Xiao Baicai tightly into his arms and said to the man loudly, "Don't even think about it, I won't sell this cat."

Another puff, this time it was not the manager, but the little policeman standing behind the man.

The man immediately glanced at the little policeman fiercely. The little policeman was startled and quickly stood up straight and shut up.

The female policeman didn't dare to hold back her laughter, and immediately stood up tightly.

The man ruthlessly turned to Shen Tianyu and the others at a glance, frowned and asked Fan Zhu coldly, "I thought you would believe that if you divert your attention, I would believe that you have nothing to do with the gunfight in the alley?"

"If you don't believe it, you can search your body. The sound just now seemed to be very fierce. Then someone must be injured."

Shen Tianyu responded, but Fan Zhuo could not handle these problems. He was too irritable and did not have the patience.

Fan Zhu also knew himself, so he didn't say anything anymore and continued to yawn in He Zheng's arms.

"Do you really think that if you take the initiative to say this, you can dispel my suspicion. Don't check if you are injured?"

The man found it funny and thought Shen Tianyu was playing psychological warfare with him, so he raised his hand and asked the little policeman to check it out.

The little policeman did not dare to neglect and immediately walked towards Shen Tianyu and checked from Shen Tianyu first.

Because they were all wearing nightgowns, many people were white nightgowns, and blood would definitely leak whenever they were injured. So the little policeman finished checking the whole person after a while. He quickly came to the man and lowered his voice, "They were not injured, not even a small wound."

The man felt a little more irritable. No matter how powerful he was, he could not be hurt at all. There were 82 enemies, or 82 killers, who were not minions.

Is it because they hide too well or is it because my judgment is wrong?
Chapter completed!