Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

"Hey, square team, square team, see that there are ghosts in the alley... Well, it's a human!" The fat man who had been secretly watching the movement inside suddenly ran over and said to the team that was docking with Shanghe.

The team named team looked at Shang He with a look of blackness and said embarrassedly: "Well, this, that child may be scared, that one is scared..."

"No, no, there is really a team." The fat man squeezed into the team where the three people were talking, pointed at the figure deep in the alley in horror and said, "Look, there are really people."

Shang He and Liu Hao, who had passed by the fat man's sight, spoke in surprise: "Wenjiu? Miss Wen?"

The team, who had just raised his hand to give this subordinate a slap, looked at the girl who was in high school and smiled at Shang He and Liu Hao, "Ah, it turns out that they know each other, so you know each other. Although it is in broad daylight, it is a bit unsafe...Why should I send someone to take the lady over now?"

"No need!" Liu Hao's eyes lit up, he opened the cordon and ran towards the warm wine that was walking in the alley.

"Hey, the little brat is waiting for me!" Shang He saw that Liu Hao had run away, and he was not in the mood to be shabby with the old fox. He set up a cordon and prepared to chase him.

But I knew that the old fox on the side smiled and grabbed Shang He's wrist and said, "Captain Caravan, there are rules in the bureau. This incident is said to be confidential. I'm a little hard to explain to the extra person now."

Haha, did the two young boys treat this life-related matter as a spring outing, and even brought a girl to treat him as a decoration?

"Oh!" Seeing Wen Jiu getting closer, Shang He was not in a hurry, and took advantage of the force to remove the team's wrist and said in a silence: "What does it mean to have one more person? Miss Wen is the appointment letter issued by Mr. Wu himself. He called Miss Wen to be his successor. Even so, people would not be happy to take over this mess!"

"Haha!" Fang team turned his head and looked at Wen Jiu who was walking in, and couldn't help laughing. This delicate little girl didn't look like that, and then joked suspiciously: "Brother Shang is here."

"How can I get the kung fu?" Shang He whispered in a low voice: "I just saw Miss Wen and just reached out and knocked the glass twice, so I let the hospital out of danger."

"Hey, Miss Wen!" Seeing Wen Jiu approaching, Shang He quickly stood up straight, and waved to Wen Jiu with a sip of white teeth.

"Yeah!" Wen Jiu smiled and nodded at Shang He and said, "If people around here can, I hope you can find a reason. I don't want to see living people appear here tonight."

"This?" The team hesitantly looked at Shang He. Seeing that the latter had been foolishly confused, he was immediately frustrated and said, "That's right, Miss Wen, right?"

"Yes." Wen Jiu looked at the team with a smile, signaling him to continue.

"Ms. Wen, you know that it's quite messy here. I really can't guarantee that everyone doesn't go out. However, I can try to close all the stores here for one night. If one or two people really come out, I hope Miss Wen will help me."

The fat man next to him also quickly spoke, "Yes, yes, if you can't save Miss Wen, we police are all nearby."

"Hehe." Hearing this, Wen Jiu looked at the two of them quietly for a long time, then chuckled and said, "My character of Wen Jiu has always been casual, but it remains unchanged at all. A gentleman loves money and gets it well. Since Captain Fang can't do it, what if one person has millions?"

The formation is mysterious, difficult to solve in the formation, and easy to break outside the formation. If someone enters the formation, it's okay. All things in the formation are up to her, but if someone moves outside the formation, Wen Jiu narrows his eyes slightly, and thinks that if he doesn't need to do that, he will not be able to help himself.

"This?" The team forced his eyes away, breathed a lot of relief, touched the cold sweat that appeared on his forehead, and quickly said, "Don't worry, Miss Wen, the police will never let anyone pass the cordon."

The team, who had always praised for their own accuracy, was a little cowardly when they looked at the bottomless dark eyes. They held their breath and turned their backs and turned their eyes away.

Wenjiu, who was satisfied with the answer, nodded to the side: "Yes, I need to see photos of the case and the body."

"No problem." The team waved their hand and said to the fat man: "Go, the file bag is in the car, go and get it for Miss Wen."

"Okay!" The fat man who was jogging back and forth with a corner of the file bag, quickly handed it to Wen Jiu and said with a little hesitation: "Ms. Wen, the photos here may be a little scary. Let me say it first, you can prepare yourself."

Wen Jiu took the file bag and looked at the fat man with a smile and said, "I know." As the phone said, the deceased were all male, and all of them were cut open and torn their internal organs. Seeing him die of excessive blood loss, the deceased's pupils were scattered, and the stiff pupils were red. That's right? Wen Jiu subconsciously pursed his lips and curled up a beautiful curve.

Her white and tender fingers were interspersed in the red photos of the case, making Shang He unable to help but get goosebumps.

Wenjiu, who saw clearly one by one, put the photos back into the file bag. He looked up at him with hope when he saw everyone. Wenjiu raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "I'm not a god..."

The hearts of the team members who had just fallen down were immediately hung again, and they all opened their eyes wide and looked at Wen Jiu, just as they spoke and urged them directly.

"You can check the pregnant woman who died of heavy bleeding from 8:00 to 12:00 last night, and was between 17 and 22. If it is still boring, you can go in and take a walk at night. Maybe you can see the 'murderer' before dying..."

"Haha, I'll forget it. I have a lot of fat. If I don't cut it open, I have to cut it twice. That would be a big deal." The fat man, who was frightened by the warm wine, quickly expressed his opinion, retreated stiffly, and silently pushed his captain in front...

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Is there any local way to cure rheumatoid arthritis in your little cute hometown?

Wenwen is here to thank you all the cute little kids!
Chapter completed!