The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 426 441: Your eyes, I remember (11)

Is the incense burned here too strong? The smell rushes into the nose, which is very irritating, and it also makes the throat feel a little bit bitter.

Some clubs do use some incense that is not within the acceptable dosage range in pursuit of excessive aroma to win word-of-mouth, but in order to compete with the inspection department, they still control the content of the formula. Without precision instruments, it is basically not easy to be detected. .

But the aroma here is indeed beyond the normal sensory level of ordinary people.

I don't know if it was because of the scent, Song Manxi felt very sleepy, his head sank, and he leaned against the door panel of the cubicle. Before he fainted, he only heard a "boom" from the next door, as if something was heavy. hit the door panel.

After that, she also fell into a deep coma, as if falling into an endless abyss, an abyss with no bounds.

……

"How many times have I said, it's not me, it's not me, don't you hear me? I've broken up with that woman long ago, it doesn't matter, how many times do I have to say it before you believe me?"

Song Manxi, who was sleeping on the chair, was awakened by a man's roar. After she opened her eyes in confusion, a dazzling light shot into her eyes instantly, and she blocked it with the back of her hand in disgust.

The noise in my ears continued: "No matter how many times you ask me, I still answer like this. I have no reason to kill her. Her death has nothing to do with me."

"Also, do you know who I am and my identity? Ah, be careful that I will sue you all for defamation."

dead?

My heart froze.

Song Manxi suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw several people walking around in the long corridor. A policeman in uniform was holding a notebook and questioning a man who was handcuffed as a suspect. He was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. With some stubble on his chin, a white shirt, and black leggings, he looked like a gentle scum.

That man, Song Manxi, looked familiar. He was a well-known playboy in the upper circles of Jiangcheng. His name was Huang Kun. His family had business contacts with the Song family business, and he also provided the Jun family with a source of high-quality grapes for wine making.

Surname Huang?

Just now it seemed that the two women also said that someone was surnamed Huang.

Song Manxi still felt a pain in her head, especially the back of her head, as if someone had hit her hard with a heavy hammer. She stretched out her hand to press it, and sat up with all her strength, straightening her waist.

Wait, they just said dead, who died?Could it be that woman just now?

"How about you, drink some hot water first."

A policewoman walked by and handed Song Manxi a cup of hot water in a disposable paper cup. Song Manxi still couldn't understand the current situation, but she reached out to take the paper cup.

She took a sip lightly, then held it in the palm of her hand and placed it on her lap.

After a long silence, Song Manxi cleared his throat: "This is, what's the matter? I just heard the ambiguous words from those people, what murder, what murderer, this is a murder case?"

Song Manxi raised her head inadvertently, only to realize that the waiters who followed her were now cooperating with the police to take notes, and it was impossible for her to have time to take care of her.

The arrogance just now was also stained with silence.

It seemed that because of this case, they had to interrupt their interrogation, and they didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse?
(End of this chapter)