Actor Jiang, Madam is going to exorcise demons again

Chapter 380 Chapter 380: Does your stomach feel bad?
In the dark night, Wang Qichao's eyes were still so bright, he looked at Ning Huanxin, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Ning Huanxin just smiled faintly at Wang Qichao, then turned around from the gate to the stairwell, and walked downstairs step by step.

"Da da da"

Hearing the sound of Ning Huanxin's footsteps going downstairs, Wang Qichao couldn't help but take a deep look at the rooftop again, then closed the iron gate, and followed Ning Huanxin down.

When he reached the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, Wang Qichao suddenly caught up with Ning Huanxin and asked in a low voice.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"what?"

Hearing Wang Qichao's question, Ning Huanxin turned to look at him, blinked lightly, and then said calmly, "I just had a WeChat voice with my friend. Police officer Wang can hear this? I'm locked up on the rooftop. I'm scared, but the phone doesn't have a signal, so I can't make a call. Fortunately, there is still the Internet, and I'm about to ask someone to call the police for me! Unexpectedly, the police uncle suddenly fell from the sky, hahaha."

Wang Qichao: ...

Make it up, you continue to make it up.

You really deserve to be an actor. With your acting skills, we were almost fooled by you.

Wang Qichao looked at Ning Huanxin quietly, without saying a word, just kept looking at her.

Those small eyes, righteous and awe-inspiring, seem to have eight characters in them - be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting.

But who is Ning Huanxin?

We haven't done anything wrong, and we are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

only……

Ning Huanxin felt a little regretful, she still had a chance to ask more questions, maybe she could ask about Shi Qiu and sister-in-law Zhilin.

As a result, Wang Qichao suddenly appeared and interrupted her conversation with A Lang.

It seems that I can only find opportunities to come here in the future, and Ning Huanxin also realized that Officer Wang has a lot of doubts about herself.

You won't send someone to follow you or something?
…………

Walking to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, Ning Huanxin walked towards the door without hesitation. Seeing Ning Huanxin's intentions, Wang Qichao couldn't help following her.

"Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

Ning Huanxin: ...

Uncle, you did it on purpose.

"I just took some medicine from the window on the first floor, and I'm much better now."

Ning Huanxin lied without blushing, if you have the ability, you can expose me again!

The two walked out of the hospital together. At this time, a 120 ambulance rushed in. The emergency doctors and nurses in the car hurriedly lifted one person down, and a smell of blood rushed towards him.

The people on the stretchers looked miserable.

"Hey."

Wang Qichao on the side suddenly sighed.

He walked to the side and lit a cigarette: "Young people nowadays don't care about their own lives! They commit suicide at every turn, drink and drive cars at every turn."

that person...

After listening to Wang Qichao's words, Ning Huanxin couldn't help turning her head to look at the man who had just been carried in. The smell of blood was really mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

Wang Qichao's eyes and observation skills are very strong.

As expected of an experienced veteran detective.

When Ning Huanxin turned her head again, she only saw the fireworks flickering on and off.

Wang Qichao took a few puffs of cigarettes, and felt that Ning Huanxin was looking at him. He couldn't help but smile: "Miss Ning, this life is impermanent, so you should cherish what you should cherish. We criminal police often deal with crimes and death. Maybe you think we are used to it, and we are already numb. In fact... every time I see a dead person, I also feel sick."

All kinds of ways to die, all kinds of murder scenes.

They, too, feel tired, scared, and even have nightmares.

But, there is no way, who made them criminal police?
"The duty of the criminal police is to seek an explanation for the dead and the victim, and restore the truth of the matter."

(End of this chapter)