This host is the villain

During the class break the next day, Su Kexian avoids Yi Ling and goes to make an appointment with Xu Momo, saying that he rescued a man covered in blood yesterday afternoon, and meet Xu Momo on the rooftop of the teaching building after school in the afternoon.

Zuo Xi agreed to show up at the right time to support him in arresting Xu Momo. Although Su Kexian felt uneasy in his heart, he was comforted by the powerful support.

There is only one monitor on the top floor, and it is difficult to interfere with an independent line. Even if Zuo Xi misses, there is still surveillance as evidence for arrest.

He had already made up his mind, slowly cut to the point, and then hinted that he hated Yi Ling, forcing Xu Momo to attack him.Although this has the meaning of fishing law enforcement, it is enough to change the Hero Association's impression of Xu Momo from "weak and weak volunteers".

With that in mind, he pushed open the door.

Xu Momo appeared on the rooftop as he expected, but the situation was different.

What he saw was Xu Momo's body lying in a pool of blood on the edge of the roof.

The shock of blood made him tremble all over, but he still glanced at the monitor rationally, hoping anxiously that it could record all the facts.However, the monitor was destroyed, and its fragments scattered all over the place.

It was the sound that brought him back to thinking.

Small sniffles.

Footsteps coming up the stairs.

Just seeing Zuo Xi's frightened face that was no longer paralyzed, Su Kexian understood what was wrong.

Hiding on the other side of the roof was Yi Ling who was curled up into a ball and sobbing.

"Father... woo...she..." Seeing Zuo Xi, Yi Ling rushed into Xi's arms without fear, "She committed suicide in front of me."

"Good... good... don't cry..." Zuo Xi patted Yi Ling on the back and picked him up, only to find that he was holding the pink lunch box that he had lost before.

Doubts in his heart stopped in his throat, Zuo Xi hugged him with the lunch box in his arms, and found that Yi Ling fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

Is he thinking too much?

"Mr. Zuo Xi, please come and have a look." Su Kexian at the side called him over, he had lost his fear at this moment, and even squatted beside Xu Momo's fallen body to investigate.

Su Kexian's eyes were fixed on a line of astonishing blood characters, which seemed to be written by Xu Momo with all his energy. It seemed to be English or French, in short, it was a character he didn't know.

He called Zuo Xi over, and clearly caught the astonishment in Zuo Xi's eyes, that eternal frosty face seemed to collapse, and this line of blood had such a great impact on him.

Su Kexian's mind began to run at a high speed, and the only one who could make Zuo Xi so concerned was the chairman. He tried everything to investigate the events of the year, so he naturally knew the rumors about Yi Ling's relics.

"Vedi Napolie poimuori."

The exotic words were flattened by sorrow, squeezed by sadness, and dissolved in a glass of bitter wine. The flavor was similar to the cocktail that was knocked over the man's white shirt before he drank it.

"You said that you wanted to use Yi Ling's last words as a reward for arresting the prisoner." Zuo Xi said indifferently, inspecting the corpse carefully, trying to suppress his thoughts with nausea and filth, "His last words are death and death in Italian." No regrets."

Zuo Xi looked at Xu Momo's body posture and wounds, and found that she was holding a small pistol in her hand. The pistol was pointed at her mouth. She committed suicide after writing the blood book.

In addition, it is strange that there is also a wound on her thigh, and her leg is in a strange position, as if she fell to the ground with her ankle sprained.

Suddenly, what interrupted his thoughts and rekindled his enthusiasm was Su Kexian's subconscious question.

"A sentence with so many words really has only one meaning?" Su Kexian was a little unconvinced, "Mr. Zuo Xi, do you really think that Yi Ling died without regret?"