Qin Huairu hurried into the room and looked up. There was a big hole on Paul's head. The gun muzzle had penetrated from the back of his head.

Moreover, her bag was open and the pistol was missing.

Only then did Qin Huairu suddenly realize that she was being followed.

This was obviously a carefully planned frame-up. I had just rushed out to call for help and forgot to pick up my handbag, giving the other party an opportunity to take advantage of me.

This is terrible. How should I explain this to my superiors?

"See? This is a newspaper office. Where do guns come from? Only an outsider like you can bring them in." The president roared angrily.

Qin Huairu didn't want to talk at all at this moment. It would be futile to say more to them. It was really difficult for her to get away at the moment.

Maybe he could get out by forcing his way in, but what would happen next? Would he be wanted by the whole city? It seemed that he could only wait for his superiors to rescue him.

Not long after, a hurried sirens sounded outside the building, and more than a dozen people in police uniforms and two Frenchmen rushed in.

"Oh, you are finally here. This is the woman who came in with the munitions. Mr. Paul met her in the room and was killed.

Our club was in a meeting at the time, and by the time we found out, Mr. Paul had already died."

The president tried his best to distance himself from the matter and hurriedly pushed Qin Huairu forward.

Qin Huairu frowned and said nothing. At this time, it was useless to say more. She could only wait for someone who could let her speak and was willing to listen to her to come.

A Frenchman walked up to Qin Huairu angrily and raised his hand to slap her.

Qin Huairu's arms were clamped by two people behind her. How could she allow them to beat her at will? She raised her foot and kicked them hard.

It was also because of the height difference between the two people. Qin Huairu stood in front of the other person, with her head only reaching the other person's neck, and the height of this kick just hit the vital point.

"Oh?????" The man instantly turned into a big red shrimp.

"You bitch, you actually dared to fight back. Our consulate will never let it go. Just wait to be charged!" Another man was furious and pointed at Qin Huairu and cursed.

Qin Huairu really couldn't stand such injustice and abuse, and blurted out a string of fluent French.

"Vous, les brutes, vous frappez les gens sans même poser de questions sur les faits, c'est vraiment votre problème habituel. Osez encore les mains, laissez - moi tranquille. Ouf, des trucs me de la merde."

(You are a bunch of beasts. You beat people up without even asking the facts. I have really spoiled you. If you dare to do that again, don’t blame me for being rude. Pah, you two pieces of shit.)

The people from the newspaper office only understood a little bit, but the two people from the consulate heard it clearly. How could they not understand their own language?

"You, you are such a stinking stone, just wait for me!" The man saw that he could not scold this Chinese woman any better.

I can only say to the police: "You must interrogate me strictly. We will not let this matter go. I want your country to give us an explanation."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ripley, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer, don't worry!"

After saying this, he said to his men: "Catch him and take him to the police station for interrogation."

"Wait a minute, you can't just kidnap me. I need to call my superiors and explain the whole matter. I can't let them make up rumors."

The people at the police station were in a dilemma, but they remembered that their own workplace also had a phone, and there was no rule that required them to make calls here.

"No, you don't have the right to speak now. If you want to talk about it when you get to the police station, you can't refuse. Take me away."

Qin Huairu was sitting in a closed room at the moment. The policeman walked to the door and said to the small window in a calm tone: "You want to make a phone call, come out!"

Qin Huairu was feeling very angry, but when she heard that she could make a phone call, she quickly stood up and walked out.

She called Mr. Yuan directly, "Hello, Mr. Yuan, something happened here. I was taken to the police station. Paul was murdered, and I happened to be at his place."

Qin Huairu explained the general situation in just a few words.

"What, dead! What happened? Explain it to me clearly." Old Yuan suddenly jumped up from the stool, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

"I was originally looking for Paul to apologize, but after we sat down and talked for a few minutes, he had a headache. When I walked over to him, he fainted.

I went out to call for help, but when they arrived, he had been beaten to death. There was no sound at all, and the gift I was going to give to Paul was gone."

Mr. Yuan naturally knew what the gift was, after all, he handed it to Qin Huairu personally.

"Okay, I got it. Don't say anything. I'll handle it. Remember, just don't say anything." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Tell me, who are you and what is your name. If you are not a local, what are you doing here?"

The superintendent felt that it would be the same no matter when to ask this kind of question, so he might as well ask it now.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Superintendent, my superior has explained it to me very clearly, so you don't have to ask any more questions. I may get a call from the superiors soon."

"Oh, it seems that your identity is not ordinary. Why don't you just tell us about your identity? We won't ask about anything else, including the case."

Qin Huairu saw that the other party was just chatting out of curiosity, so she thought it would be okay to talk about it.

Qin Huairu thought for a moment, then took out a certificate from the small bag tied to her thigh and handed it over. "I didn't say anything, I was very obedient!"

When the superintendent saw the man actually taking something from his thigh, he felt that he was acting like a spy.

He took the certificate curiously, looked at it, stood up and saluted immediately: "Hello, Chief."

Seeing his reaction, Qin Huairu stood up awkwardly and pulled his arm down: "Hurry up and sit down, I didn't say anything!"

Seeing that the other party didn't want to reveal his identity at all, the superintendent quickly sat down and his attitude took a 180-degree turn.

He quickly turned around and yelled to his subordinates: "What are you looking at? Go and get some water!"

"Well, but Chief, no matter who you are, we can't let you go at this time. If the problem at the consulate is not resolved, you will have to stay here temporarily.

But don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you. We will provide you with three meals a day on time. You can tell us if you need anything."

Qin Huairu understood this and nodded: "It's okay, let's leave it like this for now!"

I also want to know how Paul died and who the murderer was! '

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