Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 302 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (18)

at this time.

Dijia.

In an antique garden building, a beautiful man in a black shirt stared coldly at the middle-aged man in a black police uniform.

The middle-aged man's name is Dai Jingsong, and he is the chief of the SH Police Department.

In the early hours of yesterday, more than a dozen wealthy businessmen all died unexpectedly at home, and the time and manner of death were actually exactly the same according to the expert's identification.

It was obvious that it was the same man, but how one man could kill a dozen people at the same time baffled the chief of police.

Moreover, these people who died were not just simple wealthy businessmen. There were various forces behind them. When the incident happened, the phone calls in Dai Jingsong's office were directly blown up by various bigwigs.

His whole body was pressed on top of his head by a mountain, and he might be crushed to death at any time.

But there is really no clue at the scene of the death. A few wealthy businessmen did sleep alone, but most of them were accompanied by their wives and concubines. None of them were killed, and after the police arrived , since everyone is sleeping soundly, there are even women who are in heat holding their already cold corpses...

This forced Dai Jingsong to come to Di's house to beg the Jiu Ye who everyone was afraid of.

Di Chengting was sitting on the sofa, with a pair of long legs overlapping each other, exuding an aura that made people dare not be presumptuous.

He picked up the delicate teacup and took a sip on his thin lips.

Gently put the teacup on the pear wood table, slightly raised the eyelids, the long and thick black eyelashes fanned out like a feather fan, and the brows like Yuandai lightly frowned.

The towering Adam's apple rolled, and a deep voice sounded: "You just said that those people died in the same way and at the same time?"

Dai Jingsong couldn't help swallowing, this ninth master of the Di family really looked too aggressive, even a man couldn't help but stare at him several times, and even wanted to stare at him carefully.

But thinking of his bloodthirsty killing methods, he withdrew his gaze, and replied in a respectful tone: "Yes, Master Jiu, Mr. Jiao Yun is responsible for the on-site investigation and identification. Mr. said that these people are all in the early hours of the morning. The main artery was cut with a thread like a hair, and these people died until the blood flowed out."

Di Chengting lightly tapped his fingers on his leg, and those who are familiar with him will know that this action means that he is thinking.

"Since the main artery has been cut off, I will definitely wake up in pain. Why don't the people around me know?"

Dai Jingsong was oppressed by the man in front of him, his heart was beating nervously, and his entire back was soaked in sweat. He couldn't help but raised his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and hurriedly He replied: "Mr. Jiao Yun said that although these people had their main arteries severed, I don't know why they didn't wake up from the pain, but we also found that the faces of the dozens of dead people were all smiling. Mr. Jiao Yun said that they were sleeping in a kind of sweet dream, so they didn't wake up from the pain."

Hearing this, Di Chengting suddenly felt that this case was very interesting. Since a person could be in a dozen houses far apart, his colleagues killed more than a dozen people, and when these people died, they were all silent in their dreams. middle.

He stood up from the sofa suddenly, and the soldiers behind him hurriedly put his gray-blue warlord uniform on his shoulders.

He buttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt with one hand, and said softly: "Director Dai's request, I have agreed."

Dai Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his words.

When he made up his mind to come to Di's house to beg this lord, he really didn't have any hope, because in this lord's heart, he did things very quickly, and he didn't have any so-called sense of justice just because someone died, but Do things as you like, and only do what he is interested in.

"Thank you Jiu Ye, then look, do you want to go to the scene of the crime now?" Dai Jingsong asked with an apologetic smile.

Di Chengting nodded slightly.

He was about to walk out of the living room, but as soon as he reached the door, the adjutant Xing Weiwei walked over with a blank expression on his face. When he saw Di Chengting, he bowed slightly and said, "Marshal, Miss Bei'er is here, do you want to meet?"

Di Chengting paused slightly, his deep eyes suddenly lit up, but his face was still expressionless.

"Let her in."

The voice is still so deep and melodious.

Xing Weiwei replied respectfully: "Yes, I'll invite her over right now."

Di Chengting stood quietly at the door like this, looking at a little girl in the distance who was wearing a small black dress, a top hat of the same color as her head, and a little anxious and sad expression on her delicate snow-white face. Step by step, the adjutant came over.

It's just that he forgot that Dai Jingsong, the police chief, was standing behind him.

Dai Jingsong was a little surprised when he saw Di Chengting, who had a milder expression in his eyes, who could make him reveal such an expression?
Yes, Marshal Di, who was much gentler, followed his line of sight and found a young girl walking over.

He couldn't help showing a look of amazement on his face. The girl's skin was white, and her eyes were like stars and seas. At this moment, there was a look of pain. Her expression seemed to be a little sad. It covered the darkness in her eyes.

After the girl walked in front of Di Chengting, she trembled her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyelids.

The soft and waxy voice called out with a bit of hoarse respect, "Marshal Di."

Di Chengting saw the exhaustion in the girl's eyes, and found that she looked like a walking corpse. His brows were condensed like Yuan Dai's, "Well, why did you come to see Ben Shuai?"

Hearing what he said, Bei Er couldn't help biting her plump and bloodless lips, and said in a hoarse voice with a begging tone, "Please help me."

When Di Chengting heard her words, he understood instantly.

The criminal adjutant told him yesterday that Zhang Rongsheng was assassinated, and he is still unconscious until now.

The shipping company was besieged by all the creditors, and many people even surrounded the Zhang mansion. After hearing the news last night, he couldn't help but went to the Zhang mansion, but he didn't go in to see this delicate little girl. .

"Are you begging me to be handsome?" The man asked with a bit of disdain in his deep voice.

After Di Chengting said this, he felt a little regretful in his heart, and wondered if the little girl would cry because of it?
He really didn't like to see her cry.

Bei'er's big eyes were full of surprise, as if he didn't know why he said that.

But he quickly adjusted his state, his thin and petite body trembled slightly, and his hoarse voice was pleading, and he said firmly: "Marshal Di, my father... was killed yesterday, and he is still in a coma in the hospital. Wake up, but the murderer was not caught, so I want to ask Marshal Di to help me catch the murderer, and I...I...promise..."

　How do you think these people died?
　　There is an extremely terrifying and perverted killing method in my mind. I want to write it but it will definitely be blocked, so I won’t write it, hahahaha.

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