Chapter 170: Lost reason

When Gu Qianlin arrived, Xiao Luo just finished drinking the water in the cup.
The fresh and beautiful appearance, the graceful and cool body, the neat short hair, the elegant double eyes are as pure as water, and Gu Qianlin is an eye-catching landscape no matter where he goes.
"Ancient police officer, what do you want to do in such a big way?" Xiao Luo put the empty paper cup into the trash can next to it, turned around and said to Gu Qianlin faintly.
Gu Qianlin sneered: "Sholo, you don't have to install it anymore. It was you who killed the murderer in the underground parking garage of Lishui Riverside an hour ago."
what?
He Yuliang was killed?
Xiao Ruyi, Tang Ren, and Hu Shuirong were shocked and rounded their eyes. They decided to look at Xiao Luo and could not accept the fact that Xiao Luo killed He Yuliang.
In particular, Xiao Ruyi, in her eyes, her old brother has always been honest, very filial to his family, how could it become a murderer? The previous uneasiness was magnified to the extreme at this moment, and it felt like the sky had fallen.
Xiao Luowei smiled and said: "The ancient police officer, as JC, you have to be responsible for what you said. If there is no evidence, I will say that I am a murderer. I can tell you that you are shackled."
"threaten me?"
Gu Qianlin was furious and angry. "You want the evidence, okay, dare to take off your clothes, let us look at your back?"
The gunshot wound on the back is an ironclad proof that cannot be justified. As long as the wound is confirmed, then Xiaoluo is 100% killing the murderer of He Yuliang and defending in front of her? It's useless. Compared with the loss of an opportunity to eradicate the Jiangcheng drug interest chain, the arrest of Xiao Luo has made her feel more fulfilled.
Xiao Luo did not speak, looked like a frost, staring at her without saying a word.
At this time, the air in the corridor seems to be solidified. Every JC present at the scene feels a lot of pressure.
And this pressure dissipated after Xiao Luo smiled.
"What are you afraid of?"
Xiao Luo responded faintly to Gu Qianlin, unbuttoning the buttons, and then turned back to Gu Qianlin and his body, and took off his clothes to the waist. The entire back was exposed to JC. In the sight.
When I saw that Xiao Luo’s back was intact, there was no gunshot wound at all, and all the JCs were stunned.
"There is no injury, this... how is this possible!"
It’s Gu Qianlin’s deputy, Wang Hanxuan, who is full of incredulity in his tone.
It’s obvious that he hit him, it’s impossible to hurt...

Gu Qianlin also squatted in the same place, the shock and doubt that could not be said by the great beauty. She even rubbed her eyes hard and wanted to confirm whether she was blind or not. The result is still the same, after Xiaoluo’s There were no gunshot wounds on the back.
"Impossible, I am obviously... is it a hell?"
She muttered to Xiaoluo and walked over. She couldn't help but reach out to touch Xiaoluo's back. Finally, she carefully checked Xiaoluo's predecessor, not to mention gunshot wounds, even a slight scar. Not found, every flesh is intact, flat and clean like a beautiful piece of art.
Xiao Luo put on his clothes, and a button was attached to a button: "I regret to tell you that the murderer you are looking for is not me." After the button is fastened, the collar is slightly trimmed and scorned. One channel, "This is a hospital, you need to keep quiet, you still have to take these people under your hand and leave!"
Said, bypassing Gu Qianlin, walked toward Xiao Xiaoyi.
Gu Qianlin’s heart is not convinced, how could it not be Xiao Luo?
Her current brain has become a pot of porridge, as JC's intuition told her that the cold-blooded killer is Xiao Luo undoubtedly, but if it is Xiao Luo, then why does he have no gunshot wounds on his body?
Can't figure it out, can't explain!
"The ancient team, it seems that we made a mistake, the murderer is not him."
Wang Hanxuan came up and whispered to her, and at the same time quietly let out a sigh of relief. Because he did not see Xiao Luo’s back hurt, he could rule out that Xiao Luo was the murderer of He Haoliang.
not him? How could not be him!
Gu Qianlin is almost crazy. She has been working in JC for eight years. There is no such thing as the fact that she is contrary to her speculation. This time, she not only stunned her long-term self-confidence, but also made her doubt herself. Ability to handle cases.
Think of the only person who can dig out the Jiangcheng drug interest chain, He Yuliang is dead, and now even the direction of the murderer seems to be wrong... Looking at Xiaolu’s calm back, it seems to be laughing at her, Guqian Lin only felt that the blood in her body was constantly rising. The anger gradually replaced the reason, and the fist was tightly held. The next second, the delicate body exploded like a cannonball to Xiaoluo.
"Sholo!"
A sharp drink shouted out of her throat, and there was no fancy fist to wrap the thick force, such as the Changhong stroke.
Xiao Luo turned around, and the pen was instinctively ejected from the body. The volley was tumbling and swaying, and the right foot was wrapped in a sizzling momentum, and it was hollowed out.
"嘭~"
The toes and the fists suddenly collided, as the two roaring torrents suddenly slammed, and the savage rush of the monks swept away from both sides.
Xiao Luo's entire right leg was slightly numb, and his body was unbalanced.
Gu Qianlin stepped back four or five steps, and slammed her foot on the ground with her right foot. She is now like a screaming female leopard, furious, biting silver teeth, and her right foot is facing the corner of the plastic chair. Step on it.
"Dangdang~"
The plastic chair that was originally fixed on the iron shelf with screws was separated from her under the force of the bean curd project and flew into the air. Gu Qianlin sighed and slammed her right foot again. The strength of the whole body was poured on the right leg and then kicked on the plastic chair.
The violent force instantly turns into the speed of the plastic chair~EbookFREE.me~ The plastic chair rotates at high speed with the whistling wind blowing toward Xiaoluo.
Speed, strength, momentum, the outburst of Gu Qianlin's anger, shocked people in the place, especially Wang Hanxuan and a dry JC, it is hard to imagine this will be a woman's strength.
Xiao Luo’s face was slightly cold, and a kicking leg was kicked out...
Gorgeous, neat, no drag!
The plastic chair like the beast of the head was pressed by his foot on the wall of the corridor.
At the same time, Gu Qianlin rushed wildly, such as Feiyan wings, the right knee wrapped in the mountains and the tsunami-like power rushed toward Xiaoluo.
"It's just right!"
Xiao Luo was provoked with anger, his body suddenly climbed up, and stepped forward, the stretched left arm was like a cold iron sweeping to Gu Qianlin's neck.
Extremely fierce, no match!
(End of this chapter)