The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

Father Zhang was silent.

However, Zhang's father quickly convinced himself in his heart that Zhang Jing was his daughter and he had the right to do whatever he wanted.

He gave her life.

That could of course take her life.

These are all normal and taken for granted.

You are not wrong.

Father Zhang thought like this in his heart, and the faint trace of guilt was immediately pressed deeply into his heart, and there was no trace of it anymore.

Zhang Jing lowered her head, and her eyes that could not penetrate the light fell on Zhang's father's face. She naturally observed the change that was so weak that it could almost be ignored.

Zhang Jing's mind wandered and she guessed what Zhang's father was thinking. However, she had long given up any form of fantasy about Zhang's father.

Zhang Jing's face was numb, and she felt the position of her heart. There was no fluctuation, she thought silently in her heart.

Then you can do it yourself without any scruples.

"What are you going to do!"

Although Father Zhang is already considered a useless person, his prediction of danger is still so sharp and accurate.

Father Zhang's resentful and twisted face actually had a trace of fear at this time.

"Let me go, do you hear me?"

The chains that locked Father Zhang's hands and feet made a harsh noise in the silent house because of his violent struggle.

It turns out that you are afraid too.

Zhang Jing stood aside, looking numbly at Zhang's father who was struggling fiercely because of fear, and a trace of joy flashed in her heart.

When you see others being unlucky, when you see others being afraid because of you, you feel happy in your heart.

Zhang Jing moved her gaze away from Zhang's father's face. She walked to the table aside and opened a slit in the outermost layer of her huge schoolbag.

As if she was particularly familiar with the location where she kept it, Zhang Jing took out a box from it without even looking at it.

The box is a rectangle two fingers wide. From the appearance, it looks like a plastic box for storing tableware. Zhang Jing looked down at the box, lifted it up, and shook it at Zhang's father. This movement was casual and skillful, especially like teasing a dog with snacks in her hand.

"Want it?"

Zhang Jing's tone of voice was calm and without any special emotion. She seemed to be just asking what the weather was like today.

Lin Qishu looked over with calm eyes.

It fell on the shaking box in Zhang Jing's hand.

Lin Qishu had an indifferent face. There was no emotion on her delicate and small face, but the aura around her became a little colder in an instant.

No wonder.

In a short period of time, Father Zhang lost his appearance and became skin and bones.

It turned out to be drug use.

Lin Qishu's eyelashes fluttered slightly and she closed her eyes.

Use your long and moist fingers to gently rub it.

Only then did she suppress her destructive desire.

Lin Qishu's eyes fell on Zhang Jing again.

Father Zhang changed the moment he saw Zhang Jing holding the box in her hand and shaking it towards him.

What if, just now, his attitude towards Zhang Jing was as if they were incompatible with each other and wanted to bite off the other person's flesh and take a bite of it?

So now, Father Zhang is just a pitiful dog with no bottom line of dignity and no sense at all.

As long as he can get the things in that box, Father Zhang will pay any price.

"You should know what to do."

Zhang Jing didn't walk over, she casually pulled the stool over and sat on it, speaking in a calm tone.