After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The man opposite was really frightened by Feng Yin's current appearance. He took two steps back, covered his neck and shouted: "I called the police, called the police!"

"Don't just shout, hurry up and speed up."

Feng Yin held the glass, picked up the woman's hand with one hand, and put it on his neck.

"Do you feel it, here? Feel it beat, remember this position, they are a perfect match."

The sharp piece of glass was placed in the woman's palm by Feng Yin.

This scene stimulated the man at the door, and fear suddenly arose in his heart.

He looked at everything in the house as if it was potentially dangerous.

That one is too sharp, that one can't breathe, can't drink water, can't eat food, can't even sleep.

"Remember?"

Feng Yin asked gently, and the woman on the ground responded for the first time, spitting out a few words with difficulty.

"remember."

"so smart."

Feng Yin looked at the man, his provocative eyes not concealed at all.

"Guess, does she dare?"

"I know she can't beat you. She's afraid of you. Do you think she doesn't dare, or do you think you can kill her?"

Feng Yin stepped on the glass and walked over step by step. The glass under his feet made a rhythmic sound.

Her head was forward, and it sounded like a devil's whisper in the man's ear.

"you can not."

Only three words.

From an angle that no one could see, the man's pupils seemed to be empty. The words "you can't" entered his head like a mosaic, an invisible line pulling him and restricting his movements.

The smile at the corner of Feng Yin's mouth was like a flower from hell, beautiful and confusing, yet full of danger.

She knows a little bit about hypnosis.

Every step from entering the house was within her calculations.

The words spoken, the rhythm, the building of fear, and finally the sound of stepping on the glass, are all part of the hypnosis. "Who called the police!"

"Me!" Feng Yin's painting style suddenly changed and she transformed into an enthusiastic takeaway boy. She came in with the police comrades at the door and explained her action of kicking the door.

"I filed a report with the police. I didn't forcefully break into a house. Then when I came in, I saw a scene like this."

After the police comrade entered, his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

domestic violence.

This is something they deeply hate, and there is nothing they can do about it.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

The police comrades helped the woman on the ground, recorded the case, and examined the woman's injuries.

But in the end, the family conflicts were dealt with by oneself.

Feng Yin came out of the police station with a piece of warm pork chop in his hand.

"The cooks in the police station are so good at their craftsmanship. Where did they get them from?"

This question stumped the police comrades at the door.He looked at the enthusiastic takeaway worker, who said pitifully that she acted bravely and didn't eat 10 minutes ago.

In the end, he successfully sneaked into their cafeteria and finished a portion of the meal, not to mention taking it with him!

She was really not polite at all. The key was that the chef behind him had a great time chatting with her. If the leader hadn't been watching, he would have even wanted to pack some food for Feng Yin to take back.

"Understood, understood, confidential, confidential."

Feng Yin once again left the policeman speechless, what a secret!He simply didn’t know if it would work!
"see you later."

Feng Yin waved goodbye very familiarly, and walked to the woman's side with a hot, crispy pork chop.

"Divorce is your way out, why not give it a try?"

"He won't agree to it, won't agree to it, won't."

"He will."

Feng Yin patted the woman's shoulder with one hand, left these words firmly, and left.