Zhuang Huai slowly went downstairs. The gray lace gauze on the roof of the small car covered the baby tightly, leaving no trace of his appearance.
Lin Qiao touched her nose. She smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. Did her sense of smell become more sensitive?
She closed the door and came to the table, taking out a piece of bread and jam. There was a piece of bread on the top that was toasted to brown. She turned it over and smeared the jam, then pulled out a piece of paper stuck in the bread.
[When I went upstairs, I saw two plainclothes policemen watching you downstairs. Don’t let him come back soon. 】
[I won’t tell you about your conspiracy with the monster, I just hope you can help me. 】
After reading it, Lin Qiao crumbled the paper and threw it into the trash can. She bit into the bread with jam and the sweet smell overflowed.
The strong smell of blood she just smelled was indeed Zhuang Huai's chest injury.
So is it her husband's problem? There were no wounds on her face when she came today. Perhaps the husband realized that it was not good for his wife to have a face full of wounds every day, so he switched the beating to her body.
Lin Qiao would not get involved until the police retreated and Chu Ji came back. She admitted that she was a little dependent on the monster, but this was a respect for her own life. She could not take risks for others without saving her own life.
After eating the bread, Lin Qiao saw that there was no food in the refrigerator, so he put on a baseball cap and went out to do shopping.
Her parents were still locked up in the prison. She knew this was Zhou Qi's handiwork and wanted her to leave here safely, but she didn't want to leave at all.
She didn't find a dime in her parents' bedroom. They transferred 200,000, and she didn't have that much money to rent a house in another area.
...
In the station, Zhou Qi casually detained Lin Deshun for causing trouble and temporarily detained him and Luo Jinyu.
Lin Deshun shouted to call outside. Luo Jinyu's own son died with only a pile of meat residue left, and he was still in jail, shouting about injustice.
Zhou Qi looked at Lin Deshun who was calling outside through the glass, frowned and said: "It won't be long, Lin Qiao hasn't left there yet?"
Xinglu rolled her eyes at him, "People are so poor that they live in the slums. Where can they go from there? You might as well leave her in the police station and wait for the limelight to pass."
"Do you think she can agree?" Zhou Qi turned around, "She's not normal."
Xinglu said: "Our people have been following us anyway, but the higher-ups can't keep consuming manpower to follow a girl from the slums. If you can't find any evidence that she is related to the alien species, they will remove the person in a week at most."
While the two were talking outside, Lin Deshun had already called Brother Zhao at the scrapyard and asked him to settle the matter with his daughter.
Luo Jinyu grabbed her husband's arm, digging her nails into his flesh, and muttered in her mouth, "It was really Lin Qiao who instructed that doctor to kill people! Was it really she who ordered her!? She shouldn't have been born in the first place. When he came down, not only did he almost kill me, but he also killed my son."
Lin Deshun hung up the phone, with a faint fire in his eyes, and looked at her and said: "The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable."
It rained in the evening, and there was an earthy smell in the air.
Lin Qiao came out of the supermarket and carried shopping bags home without an umbrella. She lowered the brim of her hat and walked into the dilapidated alleys with many twists and turns in the slums.
Orange lanterns were hung on the iron wall, and pink light signs showed that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival. The misty lights mixed with rain shrouded her body, exuding a slight chill.
The sound of footsteps approaching through the water behind him was heard, and Lin Qiao drew out the utility knife with her fingers in her pocket.
Since escaping from the island, she has encountered dangers again and again. She is accustomed to carrying a self-defense weapon, which can always come in handy at critical moments.
The cold wind mixed with rain blew diagonally at the back of her head. She bowed and turned around, her slender arms tensed and flexed, and the knife in her palm pierced the waving arm from bottom to top.
"Ah! Fuck!"
The enemy screamed in pain, covering his bleeding arm and looking at Lin Qiao fiercely. The sound of rustling footsteps behind her quickly became denser.
She was blocked in the middle of the alley by four people. The rain curtain intensified and her hat weighed heavily on her head. Lin Qiao looked around, tied up the shopping bag in her hand and put it in the corner.
At present, the police station has sent people to keep an eye on her, and she has changed her mind. Under the third-party witness, one she cannot die, and two she can fight back and kill out of defense.
She turned her wrist and raised her eyes under the brim of her hat, staring at the two people in front of her with dark pupils.
The man who was hurt by her in the lead spat, "You are quite talented, Lin Qiao. You are so ruthless. You deserve to be Lin Deshun's daughter."
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked calmly.
The man received orders from Zhao Gang at the scrapyard to deal with Lin Deshun's daughter. He heard that she hired someone to kill his son, and he wanted revenge.
An ordinary person would probably be so frightened that he would kneel down and beg for mercy, but there was no trace of fear on Lin Qiao's expressionless face, and he looked like a freak.
"Your father has offered you 100,000 yuan to take off your hands and feet and grind them into a pulp. I've asked someone to bring a juicer." The man looked calm and casually pulled off his coat and pressed his injured arm, and asked the people behind him to come up.
Three strong men from the scrapyard rushed towards her with axes in their hands.
Lin Qiao also wanted to know to what extent her abilities in various aspects had improved after eating Chu Ji's body again.
She glanced at the iron wall next to her and rushed up to the wall. Her body flipped flexibly in the rain, and the ax narrowly missed her forehead. She put one knee on the enemy's back, grabbed his shoulder and held on tightly, using the utility knife. Open it to the maximum, and insert the blade horizontally into his neck without any hesitation.
Warm blood spurted out after the blade was pulled out, mixed with mud and fell into the puddle causing ripples.
"Ahua!!!"
"Hold!"
The hat fell to the ground. Lin Qiao stepped on the enemy's fallen body and stood still. The ax came at her side and cut open her clothes and flesh. She did not panic and ducked to the side. The knife in her hand was replaced by the one she had just picked up. ax.
The long ax weighing one kilogram was only a little heavier than holding a utility knife in her hand. A flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly squatted down and turned her wrist. The ax broke through the air and slashed horizontally, straight at the opponent's feet, all at once. Truncated.
The smell of blood in the alley became stronger and stronger.
The two spies hiding in the dark looked at each other, gave up their intention to help, and only sent a report of the unexpected incident back to Zhou Qi.
Is Lin Qiao a defenseless girl?
She kills people without blinking an eye.
One, two, three, Lin Qiao's head was filled with excitement, and her sore fingers were shaking slightly after the continuous killing. She was covered in blood and stood in the rain like a god of death, looking at the last man whose arm was stabbed by her.
His eyes were full of horror, and he began to regret why he underestimated the enemy and didn't bring a gun when he went out.
"My father spent 100,000 to kill me." Lin Qiao pulled out the long ax stuck in the enemy's head and dragged it towards him, "The 100,000 will now pay for the funeral expenses of the four of you."
