C190 true and false floatation

The hand that was wrapped around Mu Xichen's waist did not loosen. It was a relatively short Caucasian man with skin that was white and red, making him look like a shifty-eyed rat. He desperately hugged Mu Xichen.

At that moment, the black guy also walked over, swaying his tall body.

When they saw that Mu Xichen's vitality had recovered, they surrounded him.

A single person was already so difficult to deal with. If he was entangled by even more people, what would it mean? Mu Xichen no longer understood in his heart that the situation was critical and he could not afford to hesitate anymore.

Mu Xichen quietly used some hidden strength from his waist, and without any notice, the blade edge that was as thin as a cicada's wing slashed towards the wrist of the person who was wrapped around his waist.

That person's reaction was fast and nimble. He quickly let go, but blood had already flowed out from his wrist.

"You, you brought a knife with you?"

He pressed his wrist down and looked at it in horror, but he saw nothing.

In this way, the fear in his heart increased by a few points and he was forced to take several steps back.

The tallest black guy refused to admit defeat. With his eyes wide open, he threw a punch that brought along with a cold wind. He was taller than others and his fist was also bigger than an ordinary person's fist.

Mu Xichen did not even dodge as he looked coldly at the incoming fist.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit the bridge of his nose, the African man screamed out in pain. His fist was deflected to the side and his entire body was thrown diagonally to the side. Fresh blood splattered all over the ground.

The black man held onto his wrist, the expression in his eyes could no longer be described as fear. He looked at Mu Xichen, who had a cold face, and started sweating profusely.

Whether it was the robbery or other activities, he had always been at the forefront. Although he did not say it explicitly, they all recognized the black man as their leader. When they saw that he had escaped with his heavy injuries, the rest of them all timidly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, all of them scattered.

Mu Xichen gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, looking around, the yellow person homeless guy was long gone.

The anger in his heart at this moment could not be described with words.

He chased after him for a while, looking around every street and alleyway, but he couldn't find any trace of the tramp.

The clue that he had found with great difficulty, was it going to end like this?

Mu Xichen was unwilling, absolutely unwilling.

He stepped back, searching for the suspicious figure of a tramp.

Now, when these homeless people saw him, they immediately ran away, even faster than a rabbit.

There was a thin Indian with yellow skin who, because he was pushing needles into his arms with his eyes closed, ignored the people next to him coming closer. Mu Xichen gained experience, quietly got out of the car, and immediately took out his syringe and threw it to the side.

Indian was enraged, he jumped up and saw that it was him, and immediately became listless, his eyes continued to look around, and after speaking a few words he did not understand, he took the chance and tried to slip away.

"Here you go." Mu Xichen immediately threw a stack of hundred dollar bills towards him.

Indian received the money in a fluster.

He had managed to grab one or two during the chaos. However, for someone like him who was addicted to drugs, the amount of money he had was not even enough for a day or two.

"Thank you, thank you," he said in English.

"Do you know where the yellow man lives?" It's the one I was chasing just now. " Mu Xichen asked indifferently.

"I, we, don't have a fixed place to stay …" Indian laughed with difficulty.

"But he comes here almost every day." He quickly added.

Mu Xichen nodded. If he was to wait here tomorrow, the yellow homeless man would probably run away the moment he saw him. Or perhaps, he didn't even want to come here anymore.

"How many days will this amount of money be enough for you?" Mu Xichen glanced at the Indian indifferently.

He gripped the banknotes tightly, looked around to see that there was no one around, then quickly stuffed them into his clothes.

"Enough, enough …" Indian calculated excitedly. He did not even know how many days he could use all these money. At least in these few days, he would not need to worry about food and drinks.

"Have you seen this woman before?" Mu Xichen took out the photo in his hand and handed it over to her.

Indian looked at the woman in the photo and laughed sinisterly, "There won't be any women here, if there are, I'm afraid they won't last more than two hours."

When he saw Mu Xichen's cold expression, he hurriedly held back his laughter: "I, I've never seen his before, but, I've heard, that a very powerful Chinese woman appeared here …."

Mu Xichen held his breath, his entire body tensed up as he took two steps forward, "Speak, what kind of powerful woman is she?"

When Indian saw Mu Xichen's nervous expression, he thought that Mu Xichen was going to hurt him again. He retreated a few steps and stuttered, "I, I, I only heard about it, no, I've never seen it before …"

"Tell me everything you know!" Mu Xichen said cruelly.

"He, they said, that Chinese woman was very powerful. Seven or eight people surrounded her, but none of them succeeded. On the contrary, she killed several of them, causing blood to flow all over the place. It is said that she also has AIDS …"

Hearing this, Mu Xichen's lips curled up, and a kind of warmth filled his heart.

In this critical moment, must have said this on purpose.

However, in a certain situation, such a terrifying move would be very effective.

"And then?" Mu Xichen asked immediately.

"After that, after that, I don't know anymore …" No one dares to touch her. I wonder where she went … " Indian stammered, retreating step by step, just in case Mu Xichen would suddenly make a move.

Mu Xichen turned the photo over and revealed the phone number.

"If you find any trace of that yellow person and any news of this Chinese woman, you must inform me. I will give you a generous reward, much more than what you have now …"

Indian held his bulging pockets, upon hearing that there was even more money, his mouth immediately opened, and excitedly accepted the photo, nodding his head: "Okay, okay, I will definitely call you."

Mu Xichen went back to the car, and slowly drove through the dirty streets that had suddenly become empty.

From the statements made by the Indian and the yellow tramps, it was obvious that those tramps that tried to rape her did not get any benefits. However, what they said was that Lin Qing had killed several people, what was wrong with that.

Even if there was the possibility of him injuring others in self-defense, with his understanding of Lin Qing and this group of vicious vagabonds, killing them would not be an easy task, let alone killing a few people.

Such a big thing had happened, why wasn't it reported in the newspapers? He had been paying attention to the news in the media the entire time.

Since Lin Qing had killed a few people, why couldn't she get any information from the police station?

A series of questions emerged, causing Mu Xichen to be somewhat puzzled. The questions were true and false, floating and blurry, a reality that made him even more anxious and worried about Lin Qing's safety.

As he pulled out of the slums, he turned the car around and decided to drive to the police station.

Perhaps, there would be the latest news?

Just as the car entered the bustling area, a few police cars rushed over, Mu Xichen took the initiative to make way, in case it affected the police's investigation.

The police car surrounded him and one of the officers got out and knocked on the window.

"Is that your car number? Someone reported a crime and you are suspected of committing murder." The officer said stiffly.

Mu Xichen looked at him from the window that had fallen down, and his face quickly turned cold.

However, after making a trip to the slums and punishing a few blind fellows, he was reported to have committed a violent crime and harmed someone?

"Officer, I think you misunderstood." His attitude was somewhat cold and arrogant. "If you have anything to say, you can discuss it with my lawyer."

"I'm sorry, but please come with us to the police station." The police officer said stiffly. With a wave of his hand, several people pointed their guns at them, ready to use force at any time.

Mu Xichen got off the car helplessly.

The two policemen walked over and pressed him onto the car. They searched him up and down but didn't find any weapons so they said resentfully, "Did you get rid of your weapon? You're a smart Chinaman. "

Mu Xichen was extremely furious at their attitude, as if they had thought that he was a murderer.

"Sir, please be careful with your words. You're not qualified to make a final judgement until you have enough evidence."

Seeing how cold Mu Xichen's attitude was,

The police officer swung his gun butt and was about to smash it down, but he was stopped by the police officer who shouted: "Stop! Let's talk about it when we get back to the police station! "

Just like that, Mu Xichen followed them back to the police station.

"Please give me back my cell phone. I need to call my lawyer." he asked.

"NO, you are suspected of committing a grave murder. You can't make a call."

The policeman sitting in front of him, ready to make a statement, refused without looking up.

"Where did this hegemonic clause come from in the United States? I want to inform my relatives."

Mu Xichen could not hold back and slammed the table. In fact, for a moment, he regretted following the police and returning to this damned place.

"We will send someone to inform your relatives. Please cooperate with us in our investigation."

Just as he finished speaking, someone walked over and lightly knocked on the table. Mu Xichen raised his eyes to look at him and saw that he had a serious face as he said: "Before we record the statement, I trouble you to come with us to identify the victim."

As for what kind of victim it was, Mu Xichen was indeed a little curious.

He was sent here muddle-headed. There should be a reason as to who reported the crime and who was suspected of killing who.

Therefore, he followed the police and walked around the room. They arrived at a cold and tightly-sealed room. The room was chilly the moment he entered it. People who went in and out of the room were all wearing masks and white coats.

Further in was a small room, and the policeman led him into one of them. Seeing this, Mu Xichen understood that this was simply a morgue.

"Look at him. Did you kill him?"

The policeman lifted the white bedsheet, and the face of the person lying on the bed revealed that his eyes were tightly shut.

Mu Xichen looked and frowned.

This man was the black man who had attacked him. The black man whose wrist he had cut off.

He actually died?

Under the sinister gaze of the police, Mu Xichen felt that something was amiss as he looked at the lifeless face of the black man lying on the ground.