Ye Yingying reminded a sentence from a ghost.

A person's appearance can change, but his spirit will not change.

She was instantly shocked and sweaty on her back and her calves became weak.

"Flowers?"

Mi Chuchu touched her daughter's white little face, feeling distressed and blamed herself.

"Mom, Firefly is fine."

Ye Yingying took a small breath and showed a soft smile to her mother in comfort.

Her eyes flashed from time to time, and the amount of the "100,000" reward order was paid on the telephone pole.

The more you look at it, the more determined you look. Take a try and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!

"Mom, let's go!"

"What?"

Before Mi Chuchu could react, she saw her cub raising her short legs and running forward with her whimper.

"Slower……"

When Mi Chuchu thought of Mi Chuchu's congenital heart disease, she couldn't run violently, and she immediately chased after her in fear...

Chengdong Criminal Investigation Squadron.

A loud voice sounded in the hall.

"Uncle police, I want to report the case!"

The two young policemen sitting behind the counter looked up and glanced at the empty hall, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

“Here. Here.”

Suddenly, a fleshy white and tender hand raised her high desperately, exposed the counter and shook it hard to show her existence.

The two young policemen subconsciously stood up and looked around.

Behind the counter, there was a small, pink-carved milk dumpling that was not as tall as the counter, blinking bright eyes at them.

"You want to report the case? Where is your adult?" One of the policemen's voice unconsciously softened when they thought of their daughter, who was about the same age.

They did not take the report of the case that Xiaomi Tuanzi said in front of them as a big deal.

If a small breast group is not good at speaking, what case can it report?

Ye Yingying looked around and saw a stack of unposted reward orders on the table next to her, and her black eyes lit up.

She grabbed a wanted order and looked solemn: "He is in my house now!"

The policeman on duty who was leaning out of his body almost fell down with an unstable center of gravity.

"What, what?"

Despite seeing the strong winds and waves, the two public servants could not help but be shocked!

After being stunned, the momentum of the profession instinct was instantly sharp.

Mi Chuchu almost sprained her ankle just now. When she caught up, she found that her cub had rushed into the criminal investigation detachment in this area.

When she chased in, she saw Ye Yingying holding a wanted order and shouting the boastful words of the fugitive at my house.

Mi Chuchu's scalp was numb, this was a joke!

She hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth, smiled dryly and explained.

"Sorry, sorry, my child is talking nonsense. She is only three years old today..."

The two young policemen relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that they were talking nonsense!

Ye Yingying pulled away his mother's hand with all her fingers, and her mouth was like a cannon. She was worried that she would finish her words quickly, but her mother covered her mouth again.

"He is 1.7 meters tall, walking slightly outside, and his eyes are exactly the same as those on the wanted order. His forehead, eyebrow bones, corners of eyes, nose wings, and chin all have plastic surgery scars."

The more the two policemen listened, the ugly his expression became.

They looked at each other with a solemn face, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Now it is not to explore why a little doll can clearly describe the physical characteristics of the wanted criminal, but...

All unpublished information is in line with it!

Plastic surgery?

The two of them shrank their pupils and they were looking for files like crazy.

A moment later, one person found a message on the computer and the other held a paper file.

All of the above states that a plastic surgeon committed suicide due to depression due to depression and has not found his body so far.

"Fuck! It's so dark under the light!" After the younger policeman swears angrily, he remembers that there is a small dumpling here, and his face shows annoyance.

"Don't leave now, let's make a few calls." He said apologetically to Mi Chuchu.

Mi Chuchu held her daughter tightly, and watched the two policemen's expressions go from calm to nervous, and kept dialing out calls to report, nodding his head blankly.

So, just now, did the mother and daughter really have a close contact with the serial murderer?
Chapter completed!