The little fat man's mother looked at Lu Qingxin, her eyebrows rose slightly, and her lips had a cold and gorgeous smile.

She went to the camera and stood in front of the camera, smiling sweetly.

For some people, seeing blood on their hands is killing.

But for the little fat man's mother, although Lu Qingxin's hand was not stained with the little fat man's blood, she was also the main culprit who caused her son to die.

The small red light in front of the camera lens flickers slightly.

The little red dots that twinkle like the color of blood.

"Next, I will lead you to witness a fair trial."

An hour later, Lu Qingxin woke up.

She looked at the woman in Chanel in front of her, her eyebrows and eyes were full of fear.

Because, after waking up, she found that her hands were tied to the armrest of the tiger chair.

She couldn't move.

The fingertips of both hands are white.

In an instant, the blood color on Lu Qingxin's face disappeared completely.

"You What do you want to do? "

Lu Qingxin asked.

What do you want to do?

What's your purpose?

Why are you doing this?

Do you know

In Lu Qingxin's voice, there are innumerable questions. She thought that this woman was wrong before, but she couldn't find the reason for it

Until now, she realized that maybe the woman in front of her was not a reporter of strawberry daily.

It's a psychopath.

"What do I want to do?"

The little fat man's mother, smiling, she took out a needle tube from her bag, and then slowly stabbed the liquid in the needle tube into Lu Qingxin's arm.

"You should taste it like the elephant in the garden."

Elephant garden?

When people are in danger, their thinking reaction is several decibels higher than before.

Lu Qingxin instantly guessed the real identity of the woman in front of her.

She screamed, "no, it's not like this. The death of the little fat man has nothing to do with me. I didn't kill people. I didn't kill people..."

Lu Qingxin's voice is sharp and high.

She also hopes that by her own voice, other people can be alerted.

"Miss Lu, you don't have to be so loud. It's bad for your voice to speak up."

The little fat man's mother walks to Lu Qingxin and points to the camera lens.

"Besides, it's not decent of you to be like this. Do you see this camera? Now, countless netizens are observing your performance through a live broadcast software. You can never let me down. "

"You crazy man!"

Lu Qingxin screamed in a shrill voice, a madman, a madman.

The little fat man's mother not only did not get angry, but also smile.

"You're right. I'm a madman in your mouth."

"What do you want?"

Lu Qingxin's voice is very soft and soft.

She thought that if it was really live, maybe someone would want to call the police to rescue her if they saw that they were trapped.

"Blood debt, blood payment."

These four words are gloomy and dark.

Lu Qingxin's appearance at this time, in Gu Yancheng's eyes, seems to be an extremely amazing world-class performance.

He cut several pictures and saved them on the hard disk of the computer, and then express them to Ye Tianxin, who is far away in the imperial capital.

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