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Chapter 333 The last person to see her

"Open!" The muzzle of the black hole reached the head of the small policeman, and Axing shouted coldly.

When the guns came out, all the police officers panicked. He subconsciously went to smash the guns, and because the guards in the villas were dressed in casual clothes, they also took the guns out.

For a time, the scene was a bit confusing. The deputy director’s forehead dripped a drop of cold sweat, and if the scene disappeared, it would turn into a gun battle.

At this time, he was a little embarrassed, and he began to play drums. He realized that this may not be a villa for ordinary wealthy businessmen. After all, in Greater Kyoto, there are high-ranking officials who can't afford to be offended.

White Emei looked at the confrontation scene: "The deputy bureau, let them put the gun down, it is a misunderstanding."

The deputy director did not know how to step down. He heard that he was looking for a step, but Wen Yun, who had been pulled aside before, did not allow this to happen.

She screamed exhaustedly: "No guns are allowed! This murderer has not been brought to justice! If you are not qualified for this position, you will say it directly. Isn’t a murderer now able to take back the police station? ”

Wen Yun is iron-hearted today and must let Lin Xiaomi pay for her life. She believes that Lin Xiaomi is the murderer. There is cold and beautiful protection here, but if she goes to the police station, she guarantees that there is a way for her to pay for her life!

Therefore, this scene is so chaotic. She deliberately did not tell Lin Xiaomi's relationship with Leng Yuhuang, but also deliberately concealed the identity of Leng Yuhuang.

"Deputy Bureau! Inside..." Blood descended on the floor along the injured wrist. It has formed a pool of blood. The white lips are pale and want to go forward to stop, but it is a figure, but fortunately, it is supported by the maid. Live, it will not faint.

Leng Yuhuang whispered a smile, but anyone can hear it, this laughter is with an obvious sensation.

He lazily walked to the front of the short, deputy director, more than half of his head, and looked at him with a high condescending, thin lips and evil spirits, the face of the gods and the handsome with the innate Extravagant, the eyes of all things seem to look at him with pity.

Thin lips lightly: "You are really not too small, how many years, no one has ever dared to shoot in front of me!"

He calmly looked at the intruders in front of him: "Give you a minute, take your jumpers and clowns out of my house. Otherwise, I will let the surname Sun carry you out."

The secretary is surnamed Sun.

The deputy bureau is cold and sweaty. The man in front of him is not an ordinary person at first glance, but there are ordinary people involved in this case!

"You are?" The deputy bureau asked indefinitely.

"There are still forty seconds."

The words fell, and the sound of the bullets was heard.

Bai Yu slowed for a while, passed the dizzy strength, and said: "Deputy Bureau, bring your people back, don't bother cold and rest."

Wen Yan, the deputy bureau slammed.

There is only one person in this country who can make the White Minister become a young master.

The grandson of the president's adult! From the moment of birth, they are protected from low-key, and outsiders rarely see real people.

The deputy bureau double-war battle, swallowed a slobber, knowing that today is a big disaster.

Leng Yuhuang did not see his panic, raising his hand and looking at the watch on his wrist.

The deputy bureau browed and hurriedly shouted and left.

Wen Yun looked at them to go, grabbed the collar of the deputy bureau: "What are you doing! The murderer has not arrested, who dare to leave here!"

The deputy bureau has simply smashed her in my heart!

But he also blames himself. He did not investigate well before he came.

Now in the cold master's villa, he is afraid that even the black yarn is difficult to protect!

However, Wen Yun’s words reminded him that he came here for a valid reason. For this reason, he may have a rhetoric.

"Cold Master, I really can't help it. We are also officially doing business. Miss Lin is indeed suspected of killing. We are also..."

He wiped the sweat and explained: "The forensic doctor has confirmed the death time of Miss Bai. In an hour after meeting Miss Lin, we took control. In the coffee shop, Miss Bai is very unstable. After driving alone, and finally disappeared from the surveillance, Miss Lin, after that, went to the Fengling Group, but soon came out again, walked into an old garden nearby, and disappeared into the surrounding surveillance. It was not until about two hours later that Miss Bai was seen coming out of the garden."

"According to these, we have reason to judge that Miss Lin may be the last person to have seen Miss Bai, and according to Mrs. White, she also has reason to kill, so..."

"Of course, we don't have any definitive evidence yet, so I just asked Miss Lin to go back to the police station to make a transcript to help with the investigation."

Leng Yuhuang looked at him indifferently until he finished speaking and spit out a word: "Roll!"

The deputy bureau blinked, and some of the embarrassed lost their smiles, leaving a group of men and women to leave.

Wen Yun did not achieve the goal. He looked at the deputy bureau and was so easily sent to him by the cold-blooded, and the trouble was even more powerful. He looked at the cold and sorrowful face and became more and more iron-white, and the white screaming man was **** by Wen Yun.

Before leaving, I saw Lin Xiaomi's glance, and the old-fashioned and handsome man's old man was unsatisfactory, especially with the flesh and blood of the wrist, which made people look sad.

He opened his mouth with difficulty: "I know that this will definitely not be done by you, but... can you tell me what Xiaoxin said to you, because it is probably what she left in this world. The last paragraph."

Looking at her with enthusiasm, it was a poor man who had just lost his daughter.

Lin Xiaomi’s heart was sore, but he couldn’t say anything comforting. Even the words that Bai Ruoxin told her, as if they were in the throat, could hardly make a sound.

She staggered her gaze and held her right hand's wrist in her left hand, which seemed to feel the cold and tingling touch of the handcuffs.

Bai Hao never got her answer, her eyes were sad and disappointed, and she slowly turned away.

Looking at his old and weak back, Lin Xiaomi's eyes were hot and humid. She leaned against her cold arms and her forehead reached his chest. She asked him: "Is it very indifferent?"

Leng Yuhuang pity her hair, knowing that she was shocked, her hands clasped her in her arms, gently swaying, conniving: "I don't want to say it."

Tears, bursting out, she really has no way to speak, telling Bai Yu, Xiao Xin's last sentence is that she hopes to return to the White House.

She can't open her mouth.

"Not me." The voice was full of fragility and helplessness. She held the wrist of her right hand tightly. The feeling of being handcuffed was always lingering. She choked intermittently and explained: "I went to Feng. Ling is looking for you, but you are not there. I can't get a call from you. When I was in a bad mood, I went to the park and sat there. There was no one inside. It was very quiet. I just sat in it. It was really not me. ”