Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

It said it was two minutes, but in fact it didn't take two minutes to arrive at the hotel where the reception was held.

Mo Ke reported the room number just now, so now Su Zhixiao didn't need to look for it from floor to floor, and went straight to the 22nd floor.

The elevator door opened, and when he came out, he saw Mo Ke squatting in the corridor, who was extremely wretched.

Mo Ke! shouted.

Little Susu, are you here?

But why do you look so pale?

A bad complexion doesn't mean he's sick, there's another possibility, it's extreme anger!

It's okay, where is he?

Mo Ke pointed out:

Hey, that's it.

By the way, why did you rush over here?

This is not like you?

Su Zhixiao had already walked towards the room, Mo Ke followed closely, and heard a sentence:

The person who was drugged was my son's father!

I go!

After a hard 'bang' in my head, I realized what I just heard.

Little Susu, you mean

No no no, I'm too shocked.

No wonder you suddenly stopped calling the police.

First of all, celebrities have a high focus, and there are paparazzi everywhere. Once they are exposed and they call the police, the incident will become a big one.

Furthermore, the people inside are not only celebrities, but also the princes of the Fu family!

In general, the advantages of not calling the police are greater than the disadvantages.

Moreover, if you don't call the police, it doesn't mean that no police will come!

The man's wife is a serious comrade of the people's police, isn't she here?

Mo Ke has a lot of questions at this time, but he also knows that now is not the time to ask them.

The two had already arrived at the door of the room and rang the doorbell, but there was no answer inside.

Seeing this, Su Zhixiao directly knocked on the door.

Seeing this, Mo Ke also knocked on the door:

Open the door! Open the door quickly! He shouted at the top of his voice.

In the room, the situation at this moment is different from what the woman thought, even, it can be said to be a world of difference.

The man, who was dripping with water from head to toe, didn't undo a single button of his clothes.

However, his face was icy cold, his eyes glowed with a faint light, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

His feet ruthlessly trampled on the woman's slender neck. The woman's face was already pale, and she almost exhaled more air than breathed in less.

The hand holding the man's leg collapsed on the ground feebly.

The door kept beating on the door:

Open the door! Open the door!

A hotel manager had already arrived, and was about to scold him, but Su Zhixiao had already handed over two certificates, a police certificate and a marriage certificate.

His expression was also rare and cold, serious, and he said to the hotel management staff:

Take the card and open the door!

Okay, Madam Fu, wait a moment and send the card up right away.

He said it was right away, but it took nearly two minutes for him to get the card.

Su Zhixiao took the card and opened the door himself.

Mo Ke has been following Su Zhixiao, and naturally saw the situation in the room for the first time, and couldn't hold back, screamed:

ah!

The woman lying on the carpet has already, the dagger stuck in the woman's hand, the light-colored carpet has been wetted with a pool of bright red blood.

And the man who stepped on the woman's neck was soaked and his hair was dripping.

Fu Jiyan, let go of her!

Su Zhixiao came back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted inside.

People also walked in quickly.

It was only after entering that it became clear that the man looked very strange.

Still, apparently, the man recognized the person:

Daughter-in-law, why are you here? She said, grinning.