My Sister is Fuji

Su Mu covered the pen expressionlessly, put it on the table and went out.

"Boom—"

The door was closed, and through the transparent glass, the two policemen could be seen looking at each other, smiling and shaking their heads.

Su Mu left the police station, Xueqi and Yanlan were waiting at the door.

Xueqi smiled at Su Mu: "Amu, let's go." A taxi was stopped by the roadside.

Yan Lan whispered, "I stopped it!"

Xue Qi stared at Yan Lan, and said in a low voice, "If you stop another car, you will die."

Behind Su Mu, the woman who looked similar to Yang Xi came out of the police station. When she saw Su Mu, she came over and said, "Go back early, don't run around."

Su Mu stared at the woman, she really looked like a teacher.

Su Mu took out office stickers from his pocket, red and white grids, usually pasted on file folders, which he stole from the police station.

"Teacher, can you do me a favor?" Su Mu handed the sticker to the teacher, "I don't have nails, can you tear them off for me?"

A small corner of the sticker was raised. If it were Yang Xi, she would feel very uncomfortable if she had eccentricities, and she would help Su Mu tear it off completely.

But this woman took the sticker, tried to tear it off a few times, almost tore the paper, and said to Su Mu: "The teacher doesn't have nails either, so let them tear it off for you. The teacher has something else to do, so let's go first."

Su Mu watched her walk away, no matter how similar she looked, she was definitely not Yang Xi.

Xueqi came over and took the sticker: "Amu, I'll tear it off for you." She tore off the sticker a few times and gave it to Su Mu.

Su Mu's mood faded, and she said to Xue Qi: "I still have something to do, you can go back by car."

"Hey, Ah Mu!"

Su Mu ignored her and deliberately walked in the opposite direction to the fake Yang Xi.

Xueqi was in a bad mood, and lost her temper at Yanlan next to her: "It's all your fault, Ah Mu won't go with me!"

"Don't you blame yourself? People think you are annoying." Yan Lan sarcastically said not to be outdone.

The relationship between the two was not good, and they started to quarrel again.

Su Mu crossed the road, mixed into the crowd, and quietly followed the fake Yang Xi.

Jin Yeon-hee is dead and the body is still in the basement.

Zhixi seems to have turned into Fu Jiang and is nowhere to be found.

People don't remember either of them.

Are these all tricks played by the end of summer?What is her purpose in doing this?

I don't know where this fake Yang Xi came from.

Follow this fake Yang Xi first to see what's going on with her.

Su Mu followed behind the fake Yang Xi.

The fake Yang Xi walked across the street and waited for the bus at the bus stop.

Soon the car came, and the fake Yang Xi got into the car.

Su Mu originally thought she would return to some other place, but saw her return to Zhen Yangxi's villa.

Su Mu actually saw her take out the key and open the door.

Impossible, how could she have Yang Xi's key?

Could it be that it was taken from the pocket of Yang Xi's corpse?

But I checked again, and I put Yang Xi's body in the basement.

Su Mu took out the key in his pocket, and the key was with me.

Chapter 130 Yan

Chapter 130 Yan

The college student came out of the lingerie shop with a flushed face carrying something.He sneaked into a remote alley and shouted in a low voice: "Hey, I bought the clothes, come out quickly."

A woman with a tear mole in the corner of her eye came out.Wearing a coat on his body to cover his sensitive parts, he took things and went to the corner to get dressed.

The college student turned his back. Although she had just seen the woman's naked body and she didn't say anything, but turning around to peek now, isn't it tantamount to playing hooligans.

The eyes don't look, but they can't stop the brain from thinking wildly.

The woman's ketone body appeared again in my mind.

The college student blushed and shook his head, secretly cursing himself that he already had a senior sister, how could he miss other women.

"It's changed." The woman said, returning the coat to the college student.

The college student looked at the woman. He didn't know her size. He bought the clothes from a roadside stall. The size didn't match, but it couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

The college student came up with a series of articles, and immediately felt ashamed of his dirty thoughts, shook his head, and asked, "Why did you pass out here?"

The woman kept looking at the discarded mirror in the corner, and replied unhappily: "Didn't I say that, I don't remember!"

"What about the name, address, and home phone number?"