The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 170 The Powerlessness of Fate
There was blood all over the floor.

Dazzlingly red.

The old man who was still talking to her last night turned into a cold corpse lying on the ground after only one night.

The timid black and gray puppy no longer whimpered, it had turned into a pool of flesh and blood on the ground where its parts could not be seen clearly.

The murderer's methods were extremely cruel.

Hua Wei's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and his nails were tightly embedded in his palm, leaving red marks.

Is this the powerlessness of fate?

Shi Su is like this, and so is the old man in front of him.

Qin Sili's dark pupils were stained with impatience, and he stood beside Hua Wei silently, blocking all probing eyes for her.

The policeman who pulled up the cordon saw the two people in front of him who didn't fit in with the surroundings, and Hua Wei's expression was different, so he couldn't help but pay more attention.

"Do you know this old man? Did you see him yesterday?"

Standing outside the cordon, Hua Wei stared at the old man covered in white cloth, and said in a calm and eerily calm tone: "Yes, I gave him a bowl of noodles last night."

This sentence quickly attracted the attention of the police. He made a decisive decision and asked Hua Wei and the others not to leave. He took two steps back and reported to his superior in the communication.

"Boss, a little girl said that she saw the victim last night and gave him a bowl of noodles, and I don't think her expression is right, do you want to pay attention?"

The order was quickly given over there: "Take it back and make a record."
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The scenery outside the car window quickly reversed, and the cold wind blowing in swept over his face, messing up a few strands of hair between Hua Wei's forehead.

The policeman sitting in front saw her looking out the window through the rearview mirror, wondering what she was looking at.

Qin Sili, who was beside her, sensed that she was in a bad mood, and silently squeezed her hands on her knees as a gesture of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Hua Wei did not break free.

The awe-inspiring aura on Qin Sili's body caught the attention of Meng Lin in the front row, and he felt a familiar chill on this man's body.

It was the sharp edge of an unsheathed blade.

Even worse than when he faced the boss.

Hua Wei withdrew his gaze from the window, his eyes were indifferent: "Qin Wu, I want to eat sugar porridge."

The probing eyes that fell on the two of them disappeared, and Qin Sili responded slowly: "Okay, I will cook for you when I go back."

——Good guy, are all young couples getting along like this now?

Meng Lin, who was deep in thought, missed the coldness in Qin Sili's eyes when he raised his eyes, and he passed by without realizing the danger.
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"When did you meet the victim yesterday? What was the exact time? What were you doing at that time?"

"07:30 in the evening." Hua Wei paused for a moment, paused for a moment on the record of the other party, and then continued: "I bought noodles in clear soup, and I am going home."

Meng Lin frowned and looked at her, "And then?"

"It was cold at night, and the old man curled up in a corner under the street lamp, begging to passers-by. The dog was a little afraid of my approach, so I stood not far away and handed the face to the old man."

"Why did you send him face?"

--why?
Under the shadow of the street lamp, warm tears wet her fingertips, and the man with a strange emotion in his eyes embraced her and told her, that is,
"mercy."

This answer made Meng Lin speechless for a moment.

Although theoretically the little girl is right to say so, why does it sound so weird to him?
But he wouldn't find it strange to change it to 'I think he is very pitiful', 'I can't see it', etc.

(End of this chapter)