The fat man's mother looked at Lu Qingxin, her eyebrows raised slightly, and a cold smile on the corners of her lips.

She walked to the camera and stood up, smiling sweetly at the camera.

For some people, blood on their hands is a killing person.

But for the little fat man's mother, although Lu Qingxin's hands were not stained with the little fat man's blood, she was also the culprit that caused her son to die.

The little red light in front of the camera lens flashed slightly.

The little red dots that flashed like blood.

"Next, I will lead everyone to witness a fair trial."

An hour later, Lu Qingxin woke up quietly.

She looked at the woman in Chanel in front of her, and there was a sense of fear in her eyebrows.

Because, after waking up, she found that her hands were tied to the armrest of the tiger chair.

She couldn't move.

The fingertips of both hands were shining white.

In an instant, the blood on Lu Qingxin's face disappeared completely.

"What do you...you want to do?"

Lu Qingxin asked in a trembling voice.

What do you want to do?

What is your purpose in doing this?

Why do you do this?

Do you know or not...

There were countless questions in Lu Qingxin's voice. She had vaguely thought something was wrong with this woman, but she could not find the reason for the wrong...

It was not until now that she realized that perhaps the woman in front of her was a reporter from Strawberry Daily.

It's a psychopath.

"What do I want to do?" The little fat man's mother smiled sweetly. She took out a syringe from her bag, and then slowly stabbed the liquid in the syringe into Lu Qingxin's arm. "You should also taste this kind of taste like the elephant in the garden."

Elephant Garden?

When a person is in a crisis, his thinking response is several decibels higher than before.

Lu Qingxin instantly guessed the true identity of the woman in front of her.

She screamed in fear, "No, it's not like this. The little fat man's death has nothing to do with me. I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill someone..."

Lu Qingxin's voice was sharp and loud.

She hopes that through her own voice, she can make other people alert.

"Miss Lu, you don't have to speak so loudly, it's not good for your voice."

The little fat man's mother walked to Lu Qingxin and pointed to the camera.

"And, you are really not decent at all. Have you seen this camera? Now, countless netizens are observing your performance through a live broadcast software. Don't let me down."

"You lunatic!!"

Lu Qingxin screamed, "Madman, madman, he is really a madman."

The little fat man's mother was not angry, but smiled slightly, "You are right, I am indeed the madman in your mouth."

"What do you want?" Lu Qingxin's voice was light and soft.

She thought that if this was really a live broadcast, maybe someone would want to notify the police to rescue her if she saw that she was trapped.

"Blood debt and blood repayment."

These four words are gloomy and dark.

In Gu Yancheng's view, Lu Qingxin's appearance at this moment seemed like an extremely stunning world-class performance.

He took several pictures and saved them to his computer's hard drive. He was ready to deliver them to Ye Tianxin, who was far away in the imperial capital.
Chapter completed!