I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Qiu Chengke is a dark fragrance, but also a shadow, it really doesn't sound like a good person, and he really isn't a good person.

He has taken on many tasks in his life, and killed many people, from Wudang and Huashan, no matter whether they are decent people or scattered people, men and women, good or bad, as long as it is his target task, he will never show mercy and never give up. Never missed.

His last mission was given to him by himself. Yunmeng, who had saved his life, was killed by Xue Xiaoren, so he followed the enemy thousands of miles to find Xuejiazhuang, to avenge his Yunmeng, and died in the end. Under Xue Yiren's sword.

Xue Yiren's sword slave pierced his chest, Xue Xiaoren stood behind Xue Yiren pretending to be stupid, but Qiu Chengke saw the pride on his face.

"You trespassed on my Xue family village and injured the guards in my village. You should have expected this ending." Xue Yiren put away his long sword, approached and lowered his eyes to look at this dark fragrance. "Say, I said I sent you here."

Qiu Chengke covered his blood-soaked chest, tried to open his eyes wide, his teeth were rattling, as if he wanted to tear Xue Xiaoren's body apart.

"You really don't know what your little brother did? You know that the Central Plains is a little red..." He screamed out this sentence with the last of his strength, his eyes finally lost focus, blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he murmured in a broken voice, "Cloud Disciple Meng... Luo Xiaowei..."

Xue Yiren's expression was a little confused, but he looked at his stupid brother again, sneered and shouted angrily, "It's just nonsense, Ah Fu, throw his body out!"

Three days later, Yunmeng and Su Jieyu brought several Yunmeng disciples to Xuejiazhuang to ask for an explanation, but after seeing Xue Xiaoren's stupid look, he left without fruit.

A wisp of lonely soul floated beside them watching them come in and watching them leave.

A golden light shone on Qiu Chengke's body, and he heard a cold, emotionless voice.

[Hello, I am Jinjiang System 203, I can grant you one wish, but you have to do things for me. 】

Qiu Chengke looked at Xue Xiaoren who was counting the stars on the roof with cold eyes, "I want Xue Xiaoren to die." '

[Successful signing of the equality contract, data loading...character receipt collection...

Name: Qiu Chengke

Age: 28

Identity: Disciple of the Anxiang Sect in Chu Liuxiang World.

Sending now. 】

'You promised me, don't forget. '

[Yes host, as you wish. 】

………………

"Our profile of the suspect is an Asian male aged 20 to 30 years old. He has a quick response and a strong defensive mentality. He is likely to have received professional training. His work is ordinary and will not attract attention. He has a withdrawn personality and is not good at communicating with others. , living alone, does it sound familiar?"

This was the scene when Qiu Chengke regained consciousness again.

A man with dark brown hair was sitting across from him, talking cautiously, his hands were still uncomfortably fiddling with the string on the folder.

Qiu Chengke's knife was not by his side. He was wearing a rag with no defense ability at all. His hands were bound by iron rings. He subconsciously wanted to break free, but he couldn't use the strength.

This body looks strong and powerful, but the attack is not very strong, nor is it flexible enough, it can even be said to be stiff.

The current situation is unclear, and he lost his force again. Qiu Chengke looked up at the Persian on the opposite side and chose to remain silent.

Rhett opened his mouth obviously not knowing how to deal with this situation, he looked back at Gordon.

"The time of the incident was around nine o'clock in the evening. Where were you at that time? Your bookstore closed at 09:30. Why did you leave early at eight o'clock that day? Where did you go? Did you kill the Rands? .” Gordon stared at Qiu Chengke closely, supporting his body to give him an invisible sense of oppression. "What did you use to kill them? Where did you hide the murder weapon?"

At first, Qiu Chengke didn't want him to see his face. The strange thing was that he could understand what the Persian said, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Oh, yes, this physical memory told him that this was an American.

Gordon and Rhett looked at each other and left the interrogation room.

"He doesn't cooperate very much, but he fits the profile best. He runs a bookstore by himself, has served in the military and performed well in the army, and has received certain training. In middle school, he encountered bullying on campus due to poor communication skills and became more withdrawn." Gao When Deng talked about campus bullying, he subconsciously glanced at Rhett, who pursed his lips and didn't seem to care.

"He is the most like a murderer, but he may not be a murderer."

"If he is not the murderer, we can no longer spend time with him. The killer has found the joy of killing."

"We should ask him to say something..." Gordon was just about to go in again when a man walking very aggressively patted him on the shoulder.

"Hi Agent Gordon, Carl Letterman, can I go in now?" Dr. Letterman said with his head tilted. "You are confused? I thought you knew I would come."

"Dr. Letterman, a well-known lie detection expert, is especially good at discovering hidden lies through facial expressions and body language. He often helps the police and the FBI screen suspects." Reid explained, "Hello, I am Reid, Spann Sered."

"I have known you for a long time." Dr. Letterman looked back and forth between Rhett and Gordon. After shaking hands with Rhett, he turned to Gordon, "Can I go in now?"

Gordon turned his body sideways, Dr. Letterman strode in, moved a chair to Qiu Chengke's side, sat down next to him, tilted his head and stared at him, the distance between them was less than one meter.

Dr. Laitman carefully looked at the man in front of him. Judging from the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, he never planned to have a close relationship with this man in his life.

It is undeniable that this is a very beautiful and handsome man, but also looks very sinister, he used the right word, sinister.

Even if this man didn't do anything or think about anything, some people are born with a bad image.

Asians have relatively soft facial features, light gray pupils, and raised eye tails, half-squinting like a fox, as if thinking about something bad, but Letterman can see that he is just in a daze.

His lips are pale and his cheeks are pursed tightly. His body doesn’t seem to be very good, but it doesn’t affect his life. The end of his eyebrows is broken, which is congenital. He has never trimmed his eyebrows, otherwise his eyebrows can’t express his dissatisfaction so clearly at this time. Emotions.

The thin, tall man has a thin layer of muscles, but this does not affect his explosive power. Dr. Letterman believes that this seemingly thin arm can easily subdue him.

The person's appearance doesn't say much, and Dr. Letterman wanted to see more changes in the face.

"Qiu Chengke? Don't talk, did I pronounce it correctly? Chengke? Right, Chengke Chengke still has four voices, Ke? Is it Qiuqiu?" Dr. Letterman moved very close, and he stared at it impolitely Qiu Chengke looked, so close that Qiu Chengke could smell the sugar in his mouth.

The close distance made Qiu Chengke's body tense, he turned his head uncomfortably, and his lips were tightened even more. He avoided Dr. Letterman's breath, and explained in a somewhat hoarse voice, "One."

"You want to hit me, right? No, you want to kill me. You have a bad temper. You don't look at me. You are afraid of being seen in the face? You are a shameless killer. You killed that couple. You used The knife stabbed in..." Dr. Letterman chewed the candy in his mouth, threw the photo of the scene on the table, and breathed again at Qiu Chengke.

Qiu Chengke frowned and turned his body sideways, trying to distance himself a bit, his hands that were neatly placed on the table were slightly clenched, and then released.

"Why did you leave early that day? Did you go to kill someone?" Dr. Letterman moved closer, almost sticking to Qiu Chengke's face.

Qiu Chengke recalled the memory of this body, and said, "It's uncomfortable, the coffee is broken."

.........

A few minutes later, Dr. Letterman came out. He still had the most suspenseful look on his face. He said firmly, "You caught the wrong man. He didn't kill anyone."

"He fits the profile best and has no alibi yet."

"Drinking too much coffee has a stomachache, which is why he left early. When he said it, he obviously recalled it, and he lied but he opened his mouth." Dr. Letterman said

"I joked about his name. I talked close to his face and blew on him and almost pressed myself on him, but there was only discomfort and dissatisfaction on his face. He is a very patient and tolerant person who has no temper. His body He was tense all the time, but he had no intention of attacking. This was just a subconscious reaction of a person being invaded. His reaction was not like that of a serial perverted murderer. When I mentioned the Rands, his face was blank, he Didn't know about the Rands at all."

Rhett immediately got the message "So he didn't kill, we're looking for someone who is very familiar with the victim's activities."

Dr. Letterman nodded, he opened his mouth as if he was thinking about something, "He is not the murderer of this incident, but he has killed people, you should keep an eye on him, normal people will look away intermittently when they see pictures of crime scenes, Unless you're used to looking at dead bodies."

"By the way, he might be a professional killer." Dr. Letterman tilted his head and said in a low voice. He is very good at managing facial expressions, and he calmed down very quickly. I did see surprise on his face, as well as the tension of the secret being discovered, but he didn't mean to kill me. He is not a murderer, At most, it takes people’s money to eliminate disasters.”

After Dr. Letterman left, Gordon and the others let Qiu Chengke go.

Qiu Chengke knew that there were two detectives following him, so he didn't care. He could shake off these little tails at any time, but it would bring him trouble.

He walked home following this physical memory, found the key in the spider plant pot, picked up the pet teddy dog ​​that had been squatting at the door waiting for him, and sat on the sofa to slowly digest this physical memory.

[Hi host, I'm Jinjiang system 203, I'm late, how are you getting used to it? 】

'Fortunately' Qiu Chengke rubbed Teddy's curly hair curiously, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and asked what he wanted to ask most, 'Where is Xue Xiaoren? '

【already dead. 】203 released an image in Qiu Chengke's mind. 【Can you work now? 】

'This body can't be used, but mine. '

[In this world, enough is enough, are you ready to work? 】

'not yet. '

[Okay, just say 203 silently, and I will appear, I love you. 】

Qiu Chengke murmured Luo Xiaowei in his heart, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile that fulfilled his wish.

Now that the system has fulfilled its promise, he has to abide by the agreement to do things for the system.

After making up his mind, Qiu Chengke closed his eyes and sketched the current body in his mind.

Qiu Chengke, Chinese American, 28 years old, has served in the military for four years, and is now the manager of a bookstore. His parents died in a car accident when he was five years old. He was adopted by an old couple. He passed away three years ago and was taken by his adoptive father. Used to smoke/drugs and is currently quitting.

Very good, he has nothing to worry about now, it will be much more convenient for him to do things, except for the physical weakness and hand tremors caused by the original body smoking/drugs, everything else is pretty good.

'What is the task. '

[Little Rand's request: The surviving daughter of the Rand couple, I hope you will find the murderer who killed her parents and let him be punished as he should. 】

[Mission props: tracking map. (permanent)】

Qiu Chengke picked up the map that suddenly appeared on the coffee table in front of him. There were a group of small yellow dots, which were the nearby residents.

And in the upper right corner of the map, there is a red dot moving slowly, which is the murderer.

It should be a street or a mall, crowded with little yellow dots moving back and forth.

This is a crude map, like a sketch drawn by a passer-by when asking for directions, but this does not affect Qiu Chengke's locking range. The order he received before didn't even have a map.

Qiu Chengke found a scarf from the closet and put it on. Watching Teddy hugging the pillow day after day, he fell silent. Finally, he found a dog leash and put it on, so that the teddy with excess energy would not do anything to his sofa. What.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, as long as he can find the target, he can easily kill these people in this world with their fragile bodies and slow reactions, a dog is nothing.

Really, a teddy bobbing back and forth with his calf really was nothing.

It's just that the trouser legs are a little wet, that's all.

Qiu Chengke shook his legs, thinking about whether to change the dog.

Is there a trash can near here, he wants to throw Ritian away, and give a dog this name, the original owner of this body is really strange.

After Qiu Chengke went out, the two detectives replied, "He went out, he seemed to be walking his dog, and there was no sign of carrying a weapon."

"Going to walk the dog just after coming out of the interrogation room?" Gordon looked at Qiu Chengke's photo and said in a deep voice, "Follow him closely and see what he is going to do."

"...he threw the dog away, and the dog grunted twice and he picked it up again." The detective said, "He had been entangled with the dog in the trash can for about 5 minutes...he set off with the dog hanging on his lap, I mean, it really stands out in a crowd."

Qiu Chengke glanced at the place where the two were hiding from the corner of his eye, thoughtfully rubbing the blade hidden in the fabric of the cuff, and limped towards the place where the red dot last appeared in memory with the dog hanging on it.

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