Unexpected or reasonable
His face was splashed with a cup of mellow, slightly hot, a little sweet but more bitter-coffee and ordering coffee to commit murder is of course angry.
"A ling! Let’s go! " When I pulled it up, I was still stunned by Lan Lingxiao Zhuo Lun. I stared at Luo Feng with a kind of "you are not a fucking person" and I was angry and left the room. However, Lan Lingxiao was very determined to free his hand from Zhuo Lun’s control.
"Why do you doubt me?" I can’t hear that anger is always indifferent and cold, which is enough to prove that she is very angry now, because she has never said such a tone to her friends. Even Leng Zhuxiang was sad when she wanted to break up with her.
Luo Feng didn’t go to wipe his face and no longer go to see Zhang Xianxian. The fact that Zhuo Lun had been in a state of fever made him finally wake up. What he wanted after waking up was to regret why he questioned Lan Lingxiao in front of so many people. But since Arrow had to be stubborn, he decided to bite the bullet and finish.
"You are a killer, aren’t you?"
Lan Lingxiao nodded and said that she was sure that Zhuo Lun’s face would remain the same. Zhang Xianxian looked up in amazement and looked at the beautiful girl.
"Just because I am a killer, I killed them? Name is luo, aren’t you too shallow? "
"Of course not. I mean, you have the ability to kill them. Another time when you were hired to kill me, it was a dagger, wasn’t it?"
"There are so many killers in this world as sand in the sea, and daggers are not necessarily with me. Do you have any definite evidence that I am the one who killed people? And you’re still alive. I’m fucking stupid enough to let people like you go. I’m so full that I’m going to kill them, okay ！” After the calm, the storm came, and Lan Lingxiao finally broke out. Listening to her tone suddenly increased, she screamed hysterically. It seems that she still feels that rushing to the belly is a punch-the strength and angle are quite in place.
Luo Feng covered her belly in unbearable pain and bent down to hum and groan. Zhuo Lun took the volcano and Lan Lingxiao had to smile. That means "what a suck."
"Ah Ling, forget it. It’s always me. What is he? You’re much more valuable in anger," he said
There has been no way to interrupt Zhang Xianxing. It is not easy to catch the opportunity. Will you let it go easily?
Mr. Luo, please don’t change the subject. I think you are the real murderer. ) After waiting for a while, I saw that Luo Feng didn’t refute it, so I went on with a serious face. He forgot that Luo Feng was speechless with pain or deliberately pretended to forget it.
"You got the position of chairman of the waterinfo group, and then you killed your sister, and then you murdered your eldest brother in one breath, and you succeeded in getting what you wanted-even if those people really killed Miss Lan as you said, you must want to draw all your attention to the scapegoat Miss Lan, so you can be your chairman, right? Do you really want to kill me now?"
After listening to Zhang Xianxing’s judgment, Luo Feng’s descendants also recovered, staring straight at this eloquent policeman, "Did he become the chairman?" Am I the one who bought the murder? Let her be a scapegoat? " As he spoke, he took a look at Lan Lingxiao, who was held by Zhuo Lun, and thought, although I know it’s all nonsense, it makes sense. What will others think after listening to it?
"The tables are turning really fast. You said that Ling was the murderer, and people still recognized you as the murderer. I think it might really be you." Zhuo Lun suddenly felt that Zhang Xianxing was really cute and was adamant about the idiot man who made people look bad.
Luo Feng ignored him because after the farce just now, he gradually realized that the real ss purpose is not only to kill people around them one by one, but also to make them suspicious of each other, which will be easily solved in the end-no matter he (she? It? Who is the ultimate goal?
"Everybody listen to me." After a short silence, he didn’t question the order. After seeing that all three people had made a listening gesture, he went on to say what he had just thought.
"The excuse is very nice." Zhang Xianxing sniffed after listening to Luo Feng’s words.
"Attitude turns faster than an old hen turns into a duck. It’s no problem to be a ghost." Such a classic metaphor naturally comes from Zhuo Lun.
"You’d better take care of yourself." Lan Lingxiao left with Zhuo Lun before he lost this sentence.
"I either found evidence or I was killed by you before." Zhang Xianxian said the guess and looked at him with disbelief. At this moment, this sentence also left the coffee shop.
In the Kuang Hall, there is Luo Feng standing alone in the stereo, and Chen Qizhen is floating slowly and melodiously, and the whole world becomes bright and sad.
"No matter who you are, now you have achieved your goal," he said to himself with a wry smile. "Have a cup of coffee without sugar."
Whether it’s without sugar or with a few sugars, it’s the same at this time. It tastes bitter and has a fear of hidden opponents in the unknown darkness.
It seems that you can hear it lying quietly somewhere beside you, laying a perfect trap waiting for its prey to fall.
The night is heavy and heavy like concrete to let people breathe in the dark, and the sky is smooth and neat, with dark stars and moons.
At twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, the old clock struck twelve rhymes one by one, and a long villa reverberated endlessly.
That little red appears from the void and slowly floats close to the familiar face. It is familiar with sadness, and the crystal eyes seem to be scratched at any time.
I’m sorry, sister, but why did you leave me? I never wanted you to leave this world. I never blamed you for your mistakes