The vixen's journey through time

The knock on the door made He Huan tense up. She stared at the door blankly, wondering who it could be?

She was sifting through things in her mind, but she didn't have an answer. She was just worried.

However, the knocking on the door did not stop because there was no response from inside the house. The knocking even became more rapid. He Huan also saw the doorknob turning. Was the person outside planning to force his way in?

He Huan rushed to the door and picked up the iron rod at the base of the wall. She held her breath and prepared for a fight. If someone from outside really came in, she would give him a blow on the head.

In this room, she had nowhere to escape, she could only fight!

"Miss He, are you there?"

The people outside waited for three seconds, and when there was still no movement inside, they said again, "Miss He, I am a police officer from the police station. I want to ask you to help with the investigation regarding the death of He Zhiping. Could you please help me?" …”

Bang!

The door was opened vigorously from the inside and slammed against the wall. However, He Huan didn't pay attention to this. She only looked at the police in police uniforms outside with burning eyes and said emotionally: "What did you say? Who did you say died? ?Is he really dead?"

She didn't wait for the policeman to answer, but said crazily: "Dead! Really dead! What a good death! Why didn't you die earlier! Hahaha! What a good death, what a good death..."

He Huan's face was ferocious, excited and happy, but she was clearly laughing loudly with joy, but she actually burst into tears.

Seeing that she was emotionally unstable, the policeman waited for a few more seconds. Seeing that she was still nagging, he had no choice but to say: "Miss He, regarding the death of He Zhiping, we would like to ask you..."

"He is dead, what does it have to do with me? His living has nothing to do with me, and his death has nothing to do with me!"

"I went to school during the day today. My classmates and teachers can testify for me. After school, I went directly to the hot pot restaurant to work. My colleagues and boss can testify for me. Therefore, there is nothing I can do to help you with He Zhiping's death. Busy, sorry.”

"Also, don't call me for things like collecting corpses. I'm still young and can't bear to see such scenes."

"Uncle Police, it's so late, I'm going to rest. Uncle Police, thank you for your hard work!" With that, He Huan was about to close the door.

"Ms. He, don't you want to know what He Zhiping said before he died?" The policeman did not stop the door from closing. He just said something when the door was about to close.

"I don't want to know, and it has nothing to do with me!" He Huan paused for a moment before continuing.

"It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with Jiang Rou..."

There was another bang, and the door was thrown against the wall again.

"Let's go!"

He Huan finally walked out of the door.

No one knows that Jiang Rou is He Huan's bottom line.

When walking out of the community, you have to pass through an alley with few lights or monitoring equipment. Because it is late, there are no people here.

The footsteps of the policeman's leather shoes on the ground were particularly obvious. After coming out, He Huan suddenly felt regretful.

The evening wind blew a little cold on his body, and He Huan suddenly regretted why he didn't put on a coat when he went out.

"Police uncle, we..."

He Huan turned to look at the policeman who was five steps away from her. At this distance, and because he was right under the streetlight, she could clearly see the police number on the policeman's uniform - x.

He Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he immediately turned around and started to run. Before he could take two steps, a big hand behind him covered his mouth and nose. He inhaled the odor and fainted. He didn't know who he was.