Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Chuan stopped, drew a dagger from his sleeve, pulled out the scabbard, and stabbed it hard!

Jiang Xiaolin stepped back and blocked it with his arm, and the blood instantly stained the cuffs. He rolled up his sleeves, his brows were not frowned: "Resist arresting and hurting people, the crime is even worse."

Jiang Chuan flushed his eyes, clenched the dagger, just turned around, and was hit hard in the back of his head——

"Boom!"

The vase was not broken, and people fell to the ground.

That vase is more than ten million, which is Xu Jiuru's favorite one in his lifetime.

Tang wanted to put the 10 million vases on the ground, and his head was hot when he hit people. He panicked now: "Is he dead?"

Jiang Xiaolin squatted down to check: "Not dead."

Tang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the blood on the vase: "I thought I killed someone."

Jiang Xiaolin calmly took out a handkerchief, calmly wiped off the fingerprints and blood stains on the vase, and calmly said, "What are you afraid of? No one else has seen it."

"..."

Tang wanted to see him with a serious expression.

Jiang Xiaolin took out a lighter, rubbed it, lit it, and burned the handkerchief: "I'm kidding."

This sentence is just a joke.

There are not many Jiang family members who are not crooked. Tang Xiang didn't expose him, but the boyfriend he found, she accepted it!

"Why are you here?" Someone who was hanging up was in a good mood.

"Come to you." Tang Xiang looked at his hand and frowned, "Your hand is just right, and it's hurt again."

"Just right, you have to stay in my house now." Someone raised his **** hand for a valid reason, "My hand is injured."

In the evening, Jiang Zhi came to the police station.

"Did you speak?"

Team Cheng took a breath of cigarette irritably: "No, since I was arrested, I haven't spoken a word."

"Pinch the cigarette."

"Oh."

Team Cheng reacted after pinching the cigarette, whose **** site is this? Just pinch cigarettes? Team Cheng wanted to pick up the cigarette and put it on again, but Jiang Zhi's face could be seen...Forget it, who made this delicate person grow a face that makes people want to pity Xiangxiyu.

"Let me try it." Not a discussion, but an order.

Hehe, Team Cheng didn't smile, "Young Master Jiang, this is not in compliance."

Jiang Zhi held a fairy face: "My last name is Lu."

Well, Team Cheng changed his words: "Er Master Lu, this is not in compliance." He is a public servant of the people who abides by laws and regulations.

Jiang Zhi squinted his eyes, which was a sign of exhaustion of patience: "You can solve the case. What rules are needed."

Although it is the rule of the king, it seems to be the same.

The servants of the people wavered.

Jiang Zhi was familiar with the road and walked to the interrogation room: "I only need ten minutes."

Haha, what a big tone.

For some reason, Team Cheng wanted to see him slap in the face.

In order to see Jiang Zhi slap in the face, Team Cheng made an exception.

As soon as Jiang Zhi entered the interrogation room, he spread his handkerchief on the table, untied the pink diamond watch his girlfriend bought for him, and put it on the handkerchief gently: "I only have ten minutes, and I have no time to go around with you. ."

A bandage was wrapped around Jiang Chuan's head, like a dead man, his eyes were dull, his energy was empty, and he didn't say a word.

Jiang Zhi was not in a hurry: "I went to Xu's house just now and learned something." He put his finger on the handkerchief, tapped twice, rubbed the strap, and asked casually, "Your wife Was it you killed?"

Interrogative sentence, affirmative tone.

Jiang Chuan suddenly raised his head: "Nonsense!"

This was the first sentence he said when he entered the police station.

"Isn't this you talking, I'm not dumb." Jiang Zhi continued, still unhurried, "I don't care if you killed your wife. You adore Xu Jiuru, right." In order to go to Xu Jiuru's side, he killed his wife. .

Jiang Chuan stared at him bitterly, pursed his mouth, and made up his mind to stop saying a word.

"Then say something about Xu Jiuru." He seemed to be chatting with a relaxed expression. "She was buried in the western suburbs cemetery just in the morning. The grave is still new."

All these Jiangchuan know.

Jiang Zhi glanced at the minute hand of the watch. He said in a calm tone, "Tell me, who instigated you? You can leave it alone. After ten minutes, I immediately made people scratch Xu Jiuru." Tomb, take her ashes to feed the dog."

Jiang Chuan slapped the table and stood up: "Dare you!"

The dog jumped the wall in a hurry.

Jiang Zhi hugged his hand, so he looked at it in his spare time, "Do you think I dare."

"Jianzhi——"

He picked up his watch and interrupted: "There are still three minutes and forty seconds."

Jiang Chuan was trembling with anger, and he insisted on not speaking. He didn't believe that this beast could really go to the grave.

Da, Da, Da, Da...

Jiang Zhi knocked on the table, every second: "Three minutes."

Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth, his back sweating profusely.

"Two minutes."

"One minute."

After half a minute, Jiang Zhi was completely impatient, and made a call: "Planning Xu Jiuru's grave for me, plan it now."

He has done it, really done it.

Jiang Chuan was so anxious that he blurted out: "I said! I said!"

Play with him?

Tender.

Jiang Zhi put on the watch: "Let's talk."

Team Cheng looked stunned next door: "He is scaring people."

Qiao Nanchu is commonplace: "Jiang Zhi never frightens people."

Really go to the grave? Really feed the dog? Is this what people do?

Team Cheng touched his position: "This little pervert!"

Qiao Nanchu glanced over: "Team Cheng, this is how I am young, don't scold me in front of me."