Ye Zhaoling once again felt the malice of this world.
Who is in charge of this world? God, Buddha or the Queen Mother? Can't they take care of their own scripts?
If you really can't kill Ye Zhaoling, will you kill her? Is there any justice left?!
Ye Zhaoling was pinned down on the steps by a policeman wearing a vest. Her face was in close contact with Mother Earth for five minutes. Her wrists were twisted behind her. The boss in a suit smiled tenderly and cuffed her with a click.
The policeman in the vest took out a walkie-talkie, looked at Ye Zhaoling, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The suspect has been arrested. Let's bring the witness here to testify and see if he is the same person."
From the fourth sound of the word "arrest" in the policeman's mouth, Ye Zhaoling could feel the pride in his heart.
Ye Zhaoling was lifted to his feet, and his eyes met the black muzzle of the gun in the hands of the police uncle.
There are always tears in my eyes.
Ye Zhaoling quietly touched the "rose gold bracelet" on her hand, and the jingling sound of the metal told her that she was really handcuffed by the police, and that she was still the "criminal suspect" he said.
She looked at the muzzle of the gun and her legs felt a little weak. No, no, it was already here. The policeman didn't think she still had the ability to resist, right?
Ye Zhaoling looked at the fierce-looking uncle, but turned his attention to the handsome little brother standing calmly next to him.
"..."
Ye Zhaoling felt her tongue was knotted in her mouth. After holding it in for a long time, she couldn't figure out how to address the police.
The little brother had been observing her, and when he met her eyes, he immediately showed a gentle smile: "Comrade, the totem on the back looks very domineering. It costs thousands of diamonds, right? Are they all real diamonds? Ordinary
The manpower and material resources are incapable of making such a wonderful thing.”
Ye Zhaoling didn't expect that the police would actually chat with her, and it wasn't about why she was handcuffed. She opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.
Now that she is a "criminal suspect" with a heinous crime, what should she say to make her look less like a bad person?
"Comrade policeman, I am a good person! I can help an old lady cross the road. If someone faints on the road, I am never afraid of being blackmailed. I always help the person up immediately. I lost money to eight old people in three days, which is a record."
All."
The guy in the suit loosened his tie and smiled very elegantly and easy-going: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, relax, comrade, let's go sit down in the pavilion over there and talk slowly."
As he spoke, he waved to the policeman in the vest: "Old Deng, let's go over there. Find someone to cordon off this area. When witnesses come, bring them over and don't let anyone else get close."
The policeman in the vest glanced at him and then at Ye Zhaoling: "No. I don't trust you."
Ye Zhaoling was speechless and choked. Why is there such a big difference between the police and the police? Can she, a handcuffed prisoner, still use magic to defeat a gun-wielding policeman? But she saw it. There were bulging bags in the trouser pockets of the suit policemen. It was not like that.
It looks like a toy water gun.
There must be a real gun in there. If she dares to have other thoughts, as soon as she shows it, with a "whoosh" sound, she may never be able to have other thoughts again.
Ye Zhaoling said with a sad face: "You don't have to worry, the police are handling the case. As the client who was handcuffed for no reason, I will definitely cooperate with you in your work. I dare not not cooperate, uncle policeman."
After hearing this, the policeman in the vest became even more ferocious: "Don't call me uncle, I'm only twenty-five! Why do you call me uncle! Really." He then snorted inadvertently, "Ye Cha next to you is over thirty, you call him uncle?"
His uncle is pretty much the same."
Ye Zhaoling choked up and looked at the unshaven 25-year-old young man in a vest, shorts, and slippers, and then at the handsome older brother in a suit and leather suit with an elite capital temperament.
The old brother smiled at her, with slightly curved deer eyes and two dimples on his tender cheeks.
Ye Zhaoling:......
Who can see this on anyone? I have to sigh, the policeman takes good care of himself.
Lao Deng wiped the sweat from his face: "It's so hot."
Ye Zhaoling and Ye Cha looked at him at the same time.
Ye Zhaoling wears gold and silver, and his dress is five layers thick inside and outside; Ye Cha wears suits and leather shoes, including a vest, coat, and coat.
The two of them haven't even called out yet.
So the three people gathered in the pavilion.
Ye Zhaoling stood in the middle of the pavilion. As a "criminal suspect", he just wanted to ask, is it illegal for her to sit down now?
But no one asked her to sit down, so she couldn't sit down just like that.
Next thing she knew, she knew why she had been brought to the pavilion.
Ye Cha noticed a few holes in her body and looked a little hesitantly, but he still asked her to avoid searching her body.
Does Ye Zhaoling dare to be inconvenient?
She didn't dare.
So while Lao Deng watched attentively, Ye Cha, wearing rubber gloves, found a Tang knife and several short knives from Ye Zhaoling within half a minute.
Lao Deng's eyes that had softened suddenly became tense again.
Ye Cha pulled out the Tang knife with a "chun" sound. He looked at Ye Zhaoling and smiled very subtly. Ye Zhaoling could smell the smell of blood wafting from the knife.
He took out a large plastic bag from his coat pocket and spread it on the ground, and placed all the weapons he found on it.
Finally, he opened his hands and showed them to them.
There were obvious blood stains on the rubber gloves.
The Tang Dynasty knife cuts iron like mud, and nothing will remain on the blade. But the handle is made of deer antlers, so it is difficult not to leave blood stains.
The blood on the rubber gloves came from the handle of the Tang knife.
Lao Deng's eyes widened: "There is blood on the knife, what else do you have to say?"
It definitely couldn't be said that he was a stabbing victim. Ye Zhaoling tried his best not to look weird: "I have a wound on my hand, and the blood on the handle of the knife is all my blood. Comrade policeman, I am such a good person!"
She turned around and opened her cuffed hands to the police.
Under the scrutinizing gazes of the two police officers, blood continued to leak from the wounds on Ye Zhaoling's hands.
"I really haven't done anything harmful, comrade policeman! I am also a victim!——"
Ye Zhaoling was just about to defend himself a few more words when he suddenly heard a woman's cold voice.
"Comrade police, it's her!"
Ye Zhaoling:???
She turned to look at the woman who said this without conscience, and her heart collapsed.
Sister! What hatred and resentment! Why should a woman embarrass a woman?
This eldest sister is plainly dressed and looks somewhat familiar.
Ye Zhaoling frowned and looked carefully. Isn't this the aunt who led the way before going to the Taoist temple?!
Why is she here to join in the fun!
"Sister! A few hours ago, you came to show me the way! Don't you remember me? Even on the path to the Taoist temple, I still remember you. You showed me the way. I'm a good person.
Now, eldest sister, how can you wrongly accuse a good person!"
Ye Zhaoling saw the eldest sister stroking the big gold bracelet on her hand, staring at her with her eyes fixed on her, and her voice was not false at all: "I, Liu Dihua, never lie! If I say it is you, I am you!"
Ye Zhaoling:......
The beauty of Dihua! Six, I cannot match your beauty.