Sweet Pillow Pet: The CEO's Exclusive Wife

Chapter 189
The hand wrapped around Mu Xichen's waist did not let go. It was a relatively short Caucasian man with white and red skin, but he looked like a mouse-eyed man. He hugged Mu Xichen desperately.

At this moment, the black man walked over with his tall body shaking.

Seeing that Mu Xi's vitality had recovered, these people all surrounded him.

One person is already so difficult, what would it mean if he was entangled by more people, Mu Xichen could no longer understand in his heart that the situation was critical and there was no room for hesitation.

Mu Xishen quietly used some dark force from his waist, and without their knowledge, the blade as thin as a cicada's wing slashed at the wrist of the man wrapped around his waist.

The man reacted quickly, and quickly let go of his hand, but blood was already gushing from his wrist.

"You, are you carrying a knife?"

He pressed his wrist and looked in horror, but saw nothing.

In this way, the panic only increased a bit, and he took several steps back.

The tallest black man refused to admit defeat. With his eyes wide open, he hit him with a straight punch with a cold wind. He was taller and his fist was bigger than ordinary people. If he was hit by such a fist, his face would definitely be full of flowers.

Mu Xi didn't even hide, watching the fist approaching with cold eyes.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit the bridge of the nose, the black man screamed, the fist was deflected, and the whole person fell obliquely, blood spattered all over the ground.

The black man covered his wrist with bones exposed, and the expression in his eyes could no longer be described with horror. He looked at the indifferent Mu Xichen, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat. He screamed and ran in the opposite direction.

Not to mention the rest of the people, the black man is famous for his toughness, whether it is robbery or other activities, he always rushed to the front. Although they didn't say it clearly, they believed that the black man was the leader. He was seriously injured and ran away, and the rest of the people also retreated tremblingly, and scattered in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xishen gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. Looking around, the homeless yellow man had long since disappeared.

The resentment in my heart at this moment cannot be described in words.

After driving for a short distance, I looked all over the streets and alleys, but I couldn't find the homeless man.

The clues that were finally found, are they going to be broken because of this?

Musi Shen is not reconciled, 1 are not reconciled.

He stepped back and searched for the suspicious figure of the tramp.

Now the bums fled when they saw him, faster than rabbits.

There was a sallow and emaciated Indian Ah San, who was pushing the syringe on his arm with his eyes closed, so he ignored someone approaching beside him.With experience, Mu Xichen got out of the car calmly, pulled out his syringe and threw it aside.

Ah San in India became enraged, jumped up and saw that it was him, and immediately froze, but his eyes rolled around, and he said something he didn't understand, so he took advantage of the situation and wanted to slip away.

"Here you are." Mu Xichen threw him a stack of hundred-dollar bills directly.

The Indian Ah San frantically took the banknotes.

He also snatched one or two banknotes in the chaos just now, but for him who is addicted to drugs, the money is not enough for a day or two, so when he saw these banknotes, his eyes were straightened.

"Thank you, thank you," he said in English.

"Do you know where that yellow man lives? It's the one I chased just now." Mu Xi asked calmly.

"I, we, don't have a fixed place to live..." The Indian Ah San smiled in embarrassment.

"He's here almost every day, though," he added quickly.

Mu Xichen nodded. If he waited here tomorrow, the yellow tramp would probably run away as soon as he saw his figure, or even refuse to come here again. Therefore, it is necessary for him to place an eyeliner.

"Is this money enough for you for a few days?" Mu Xichen glanced at the Indian Ah San indifferently.

He held the banknote tightly, looked around for no one, and hurriedly stuffed it into his clothes.

"Enough, enough..." Indian Ah San calculated excitedly. He didn't know how many days he could use so much banknotes. At least during this period, he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

"Have you seen this woman?" Mu Xishen handed out the photo in his hand in a timely manner.

Ah San of India looked at the woman in the photo, and smiled treacherously: "There will be no women here. If there were, I'm afraid I won't live for two hours, hehehe..."

When he saw Mu Xi's cold eyes, he quickly suppressed his laughter: "I, I haven't seen it, but I heard, I heard that there was a very powerful Chinese woman here..."

Mu Xi took a deep breath, his whole body tensed up, and he took two steps forward: "Say, what kind of powerful woman?"

Seeing Musi's tense expression, Ah San in India thought he was going to hurt someone again, so he stepped back a few steps and stuttered: "I, I, I just heard, no, I haven't seen it... "

"Tell me everything you know!" Mu Xi said harshly.

"He, they said, well, that Chinese woman is very powerful. Seven or eight people surrounded her but failed to get her. Instead, she killed several of them, bleeding all over the place. It is said, it is said that she still has AIDS..."

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Xichen's mouth hooked slightly, and there was a warm feeling in his heart.

Under the crisis, AIDS must be Lin Qing's intentional trick to scare people.

But under certain circumstances, such bluffing tricks are very effective.

"What happened next?" Mu Xichen asked immediately.

"Later, later, I don't know anymore... No one dared to touch her, and I don't know where she went..." India Ah San faltered, stepping back step by step, to prevent Mu Xichen from suddenly getting cold trick.

Mu Xi sank, and then turned the photo over, revealing the phone number on it.

"If you find any traces of that yellow man or any news about this Chinese woman, please let me know. I will give you a generous reward, much more than what you are getting now..."

The Indian Ah San held his bulging pockets, and when he heard that there was more money, his mouth immediately opened, and he took the photo excitedly, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I will definitely call you .”

Mu Xi sank back into the car and drove slowly on the suddenly empty dirty street.

Judging from the statements of Indian Ah San and the yellow homeless man, those homeless men who tried to gang-rape must have not benefited, but what they said was that Lin Qing killed several people, so what is going on.

Even if there is a possibility of self-defense and wounding, but based on his understanding of Lin Qing and this group of vicious homeless people, it is not an easy task to kill people, let alone how many people are killed?

Such a big thing happened, why didn't it appear in the newspapers?He has been paying attention to the media news.

Since Lin Qing killed several people, why can't he find any news in the police station?

A series of questions emerged, which made Mu Xichen a little puzzled, true and false, ups and downs, confusing and confusing. This kind of reality made him more urgent and worried about Lin Qing's safety.

When he was about to drive out of the slums, he turned the car around and decided to drive to the police station.

Maybe, what's the latest news?
When the car just entered the bustling area, several police cars roared towards him. Mu Xishen took the initiative to avoid the road so as not to affect the police handling the case.

Police cars surrounded him, and a police officer got out of the car and knocked on the window.

"Is this your car number? Someone reported the crime. You are suspected of murder." The police officer said bluntly.

Musi sank into the fallen car window and watched him, his face quickly turned cold.

It's just that I went to the slums and punished a few blind guys by the way, but was reported as a murderer?
"Officer, I think you have misunderstood." His attitude was a little cold, with the arrogance of rejecting people thousands of miles away: "If there is anything, you can talk to my lawyer."

"Sorry, please be sure to follow us to the police station." The police officer said bluntly, and with a wave of his hand, several people pointed their guns at this place. If you don't cooperate, they will use force at any time.

Mu Xi got out of the car helplessly.

Two policemen came over, pressed him fiercely on the car body, searched him up and down, found no weapons, and said angrily: "Did you dispose of the weapons? You This Chinese guy is very smart."

Mu Xichen was very angry with their attitude of speaking, as if they believed that he was a murderer.

"Sir, please be careful with what you say. You are not qualified to make a conclusion without sufficient evidence."

Seeing Mu Xishen's attitude so cold, the policeman waved the butt of his gun and was about to smash it at him, but the previous police officer sternly stopped him: "Stop! Go back to the police station!"

Mu Xishen followed them back to the police station.

"Give me my phone back, I need to call a lawyer," he demanded.

"NO, you are suspected of being a major murderer, so you can't make a phone call."

The policeman who was sitting in front of him to make a statement refused him without looking up.

"Where did the United States come from such an overlord clause? I want to inform my relatives."

Mu Xichen couldn't help but patted the table. For a moment, he regretted coming back to this ghostly place with the police. When he got here, he became completely passive.

"We will have someone special to notify your relatives. Now, please cooperate with our investigation."

As soon as the man finished speaking, someone came over and tapped on the table lightly. Mu Xi looked up at him and saw him say with a serious face: "Before recording the statement, please come with us , identify the victim."

As for the kind of victim, Mu Xichen was indeed curious.

He was sent here out of nowhere. There must be a reason for who reported the crime and who was suspected of killing him.

So, he followed the police and went out, went around and went to a cold airtight room. As soon as he entered the door, it was chilly inside. All the people who came in and out were wearing masks and white coats.

Going further inside, there are small rooms one by one, and the police led him into one of the rooms.Seeing this, Mu Xichen already understood that this was simply a morgue.

"Look at him, was he killed by you?"

The police lifted the white sheet, revealing the face of the person lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Mu Xi took a deep look and frowned.

This man is the black man who attacked him, the black man whose wrist was cut by him.

He actually died?
Under the stern gaze of the police, looking at the lifeless face of the lying black man, Mu Xichen felt strange, very strange, the death of the black man was very strange.

(End of this chapter)