Kill God

"They really dare to shoot at me, Lord Yu? Heh." Qing Yin walked a little embarrassed, punching and kicking him, the nightmare technique can't change the real reality.

"Father...why is he..." Li Ling tightly clutched Jue Ying's arm, in her eyes, it was hit by a bullet, and now blood was flowing out.

Qing Yin was silent for a moment, and it wasn't until after the three of them went down the mountain that he found an opportunity to dismiss Li Ling and said, "Even our Qing family didn't find out that Master Yu is Li Ling's father."

"...I know." Jue Ying sent Qing Yin the survey that Lang Qing Yu had sent to him. The reason why Lang Qing Yu suspected Li Ling was that she actually found out that she had something to do with Yu Ye.

In the investigative team, this Yu Ye was a named person, but because arresting him involved many involvements, the harm outweighed the benefits, so he never seriously arrested him.

Li Ling and Yu Ye are related, and it is such a murder case, her suspicion will naturally be greater than that of Ya Bing, a person who has nothing to do with Yu Ye on the surface, this is why Lang Qingyu will focus on Li Ling reason.

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My name is Liuling, from Beilang. Since I was born, I have lived with my mother. I heard from my mother that my father is a very powerful person, but he was framed and imprisoned.

When I was five years old, I happened to see my mother kneeling on the ground crying. There were blood stains and smashed things everywhere in the room. My mother said that those were all bad people, the ones who framed my father, but we couldn’t leave here.

Since then, I have made it a habit that I will face all injustices no matter what - I think so myself.

When I was seven years old, I picked up an abandoned puppy on the street and brought it home. On that day, the puppy that had just arrived at my house was thrown to death by those bad guys... I looked at its dead body, and I wanted to It has stayed with me.

After two and a half months, my mother suddenly found a psychiatrist and coaxed me to chat with him.

Only then did I realize that I was actually sick, and that corpses should not be kept at home. The habit of keeping corpses is not recognized. The smell of decaying corpses and itself will produce bacteria and diseases, which is wrong.

The doctor told my mom that I was cognitively disorganized because I wasn't properly educated.

He said, in my cognition, the dead body is actually no different from a puppet. Children will like dolls, but I regard the dead body as a doll, which proves that I do not have serious psychological problems, but need correct guidance.

The doctor only came twice, and he didn't come again for nearly a year, but I wanted him to stay with me all the time, like those two times, talk to me gently, and guide me to trust him.

When I was 11 years old, I heard from my mother that the psychiatrist who had treated me before disappeared, and the executor has been investigating this matter, saying that I must always pay attention to my own safety and protect myself.

At the age of 13, the executor found the doctor's body in a suburb. He had been hacked fourteen times, but the wound was stitched up with thread, and a smiling expression was stitched on the corner of his mouth.

I downloaded that photo from the Internet, carefully restored the appearance of the doctor according to my own memory, and kept it in the photo album I hid in countless small boxes. I thought, I might be sick, dead things would make me Feel happy.

When I was 14 years old, my father came out of prison. The people who always bullied my mother and me never appeared again. My father hugged me and apologized, saying that he would never leave us again.

I went to school, it was my first day at school, and I was very happy to meet so many people my age.

I went to middle school directly without going to elementary school. The classmates seemed to have familiar partners, but I didn't. My grades were very good, but no one wanted to make friends with me.

why?Why didn't dad let me tell everyone that I have a dad?Why doesn't my mother let me tell others?But they all bully me, they laugh at me for not having a father, but I do have a father!

The days of middle school were short, I skipped two grades, and I was about to get out of here, and no one would laugh at me anymore.

Today, two boys committed suicide. They were found in the utility room of the school. Both of them were stabbed in the heart with a dagger. They had been dead for three days before being found.

If it wasn't for the smell of corpses, it might take longer to be discovered, right?

I was admitted to Luangbo University as I wished, and I got rid of those people as I wished, but I collected the news of the online investigation team morbidly, and in my photos, only three people were clear.

I don't know what other people look like.

In the second semester of high school, my father brought me a muscular man. He said his name was Ya Bing, and he would be my shadow from now on. He would never appear in front of others and could help me do everything I wanted to do.

Ya Bing will not follow me all the time. No one knows that I have a relationship with my father, and no one knows that I have a relationship with Ya Bing. Since I met Ya Bing, there are no more coded photos in my collection. .

At the beginning of the second year of high school, I met a boy who was very handsome—this was my first impression of An Ming.

I began to observe him from behind. He was quiet and indifferent, serious in his work, and liked to read books. Occasionally, he would sit under a tree in the school in a daze. He seemed to be immersed in his own world, never communicating with others, and never speaking.

Some rumors began to spread in the school. They said that An Ming was dumb, and some people would deliberately play a prank, throw some bloody photos or dead animals into his backpack, and even laugh at him in front of him.

I believe that he is really dumb, and he still has facial paralysis. When he saw those bloody photos and animal corpses, he didn't react at all. He threw them away without questioning others, and his expression didn't even change.

One day, Ya Bing collected eight photos for me. During that time, An Ming had been missing for three months. Finally, Lang Tian said that An Ming had experienced a fight and was recuperating in the hospital.

I guess, An Ming's skill must be very good, whether he is a survivor or a murderer, his skill must be very good.

But An Ming only finished that semester at school and then disappeared again. I graduated from school, and my father got me engaged.

I want An Ming to be mine.

When I went to Luangbo University, I still kept an eye on his news, but this time there was no news about him for more than a year, and even Langtian didn't know where he went.

When I was about to enter the second grade, I heard that An Ming had returned to school. After missing the courses for so long, he passed the exam with almost perfect marks. It's great that we can go to college together again.

My collection is getting more and more, which also leads to my more and more self-confidence. They are like the power to save me. They are my most precious collection.

At the beginning of school, I met An Ming as I wished. What surprised me was that he was not dumb.

He was standing with a very beautiful girl, and that girl was still touching him... The distance was too far, and I could only vaguely guess that they seemed to have reached a deal, and after that, they were safe and disappeared again.

He seemed to be able to hide his location, to be easily lost, which convinced me that he was a very good man, and that he would be mine, if not for Dad, but for myself.

School starts again, An Ming...it seems to be different.This gave me the courage to approach him. The previous An Ming was too unattainable.

I think I am the luckiest girl in the world, An Ming is the best person in the world to me, better than the father who treats me as a bargain, and even better than the mother who only tells me not to leave and to be strong.

An Ming is my luck, if one day he no longer belongs to me, then he must become my collection.

His skills are too good, and he is too kind to me. This...is too unreal. I still decided to let my father test him once. I also want my father to know that An Ming is more useful than that person.

I didn't expect...Ya Bing actually rebelled at this time... I received a message from my father, and passed a week of anxiety.

We agreed to go out on a "date" as before. I couldn't worry about Ya Bing's rebellion, but I didn't expect Ya Bing to escape from his father. I can only watch Dad and the others get busy, and I can't help .

Later, Ya Bing contacted me, and we agreed to meet at the Holy Wolf Restaurant. After my father learned about this, he booked the Holy Wolf for that time period and changed some waiters to ensure my safety.

I went to the restaurant ahead of time to wait as agreed... but I waited for the photos given by Ya Bing, three photos, the location was at the Holy Wolf Restaurant, and there was even a little blood, I recognized that it was the person my father sent to protect me. Ran downstairs in a panic.

I met An Ming, he saw that I was absent-minded, and also saw my panic, and took me out to buy things, those flashy things.

My life was hard when I was a child. Before my father came back, my mother and I could barely get by. This also caused me to seldom go out to buy things. All my clothes were bought by my father. I don’t know the price. .

This time, I clearly know the value of those things, Dad... really loves me.

If I don't go back, my father will worry that I will be caught and threatened by Ya Bing. I must go back, even if Ya Bing may hide in a corner of the restaurant looking for a chance to catch me, I must go back to help Dad.

I guess An Ming knew something. When the time came, he took the initiative to send me to the restaurant without asking me any questions, and I couldn't give any reasonable reason.

He left me a fancy dress that was obviously only for parties. I remember he saluted with a smile and called me Your Majesty the Princess. This dress also made me feel a little relieved—An Ming wouldn’t really know about that, He just thinks...

It's a pity that this kind of beauty didn't last long. When Dad tried An Ming, he hurt him.