After Becoming a Little Sister

Mr. Qin didn't believe it subconsciously, and the expression on his face clearly showed his true thoughts.

But Aliya just changed her posture and crossed her thighs, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed showing an elegant and seductive arc: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin Xinchuan, you also have an older brother, but unfortunately died young, when I and you There was an unspeakable agreement between the brothers... Later, because he was gone, but the agreement had to continue, I am a member of the hidden family, do you understand what I mean?"

It's nothing more than changing the skin of the urban bodyguard novel, and Mr. Qin's brain fills in a lot in an instant.

The girl from the hidden family chose to find her fiancé and then protect him because of the marriage contract back then, but because the fiancé died, the marriage contract was automatically transferred to the fiancé's younger brother—maybe she will regret the marriage, or she may want to pursue her own. Love, but the marriage contract is a baby kiss made by the elders, so to a certain extent, it is right to be regarded as one of your own.

Thanks to the current routine, Mr. Qin is familiar with the road with a set of brains, and feels that he has gradually understood all of this.

But what he didn't expect was that things were far more tortuous and bizarre than what he imagined. The girl and Qin Wangchuan's agreement was that the latter would become a new era idol with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. debts upon him.

In layman's terms, this is not a love story, but a sad case of unscrupulous capitalists maximizing the value of surplus labor...

As for Alia, she's old and bad, but even so, she doesn't dare to say that she is a qualified capitalist. One can imagine who is the real weird one.

Vampires dare not say that they are vampires, they can understand everything, it is true magic realism.

"Are you really sent by my father?"

"Will you speak? It's a commission—no one can order me, not even your father!"

Aliya, who knew how to deceive people, immediately made a gesture of displeasure, and while admitting in disguise, expressed her dissatisfaction reasonably.

Whores who sell tea should learn how to make a concave character look more natural, so as not to be seen through as soon as they make a move.

Alia expressed her dissatisfaction with Mr. Qin while talking: "And you too, the big man was tied up and allowed to be slaughtered. I really don't know how your family got in touch with my family in the first place... The Qin family has already Are you so weak?"

Mr. Qin thought of many things in an instant. For example, after he went back, his father would take out a blood-stained dagger on the spot, saying that the Qin family was actually a hermit family back then, and it must have been ranked in the ranking of weapons. Well, the reason why he didn't let him know is because there are some enemies in the family.

Well, it's not an enemy like Knocking Cube Tang, this is provoked by himself, and he knows it well.

With a little confusion in his mind, he rubbed his forehead, while Aliya had already gone to observe the girl in the roommate of Erwuzai: "Is this going to be released?"

"...I don't know her." Young Master Qin talked about him from left to right.

"Whether you recognize it or not has anything to do with whether you let it go?" She tilted her head in doubt: "So you mean not to let it go?"

"...Cough, don't you think—if she hurts others, it will be more convincing if I catch her again?"

With a slightly inquiring tone, he uttered terrible words, Mr. Qin raised his finger and knocked on the sugar cube with some apprehension.

Aliya blinked, and her smile narrowed slightly: "You mean...the manufacturing site?"

"I, I just don't think... I'm not suitable to be this victim..."

Mr. Qin is bad, not stupid. When he thinks about what will be found out after he becomes a victim and is investigated, he has no idea.

He was indeed not the one who directly killed Ke Ruantang back then, but there was some indirect responsibility. If he wanted to take revenge on him by smashing the cube sugar, who knows if someone would bring up the old story again, or even bring up the original matter. It is not impossible to use it to reverse the nature of the case.

After all, the current Internet public opinion is as idle as anything else, justified or unreasonable.

If he really wants to be reasonable, those netizens can directly expose the matter to the sky, and the shitty things he did can't stand scrutiny.

The existence of the Internet has allowed the dissemination of information to be faster and more profound than at any time in human history. After all, he has received higher education and has a deeper understanding of this truth than ordinary people.

And in the same way, he also used his only bad luck and IQ to think of a possibility to work around it.

The key person is Ke Cuang Tang, how to send her away and pick herself out has become a top priority.

Fortunately, I was not the only victim. If the other party 'did' something, it would not be cleared.

At that time, even the official will not believe a psychopath's rhetoric, as long as he gritted his teeth and persisted to the end, he would be an innocent victim!

After all, I have a relationship with her sister, so it is unlikely that such an unknown girl will have a feud with her sister after her sister has been dead for several years, right?

Mr. Qin even wanted to applaud his intrigue and scheming, feeling that his quick wit was worthy of all the years of hard study, and the tutor that his family hired for him at a high price... tutor...

He opened his mouth, as if he had thought of something, and with a little hesitation in his eyes, he looked at the sugar cube lying on the ground beside him.

The originally resentful face of that gentle woman has been gradually distorted with the self-protection and beautification of memory, leaving only the initial tenderness.

"...She was the one who tempted me...it's not my fault...it's none of my business..."

Saying this to himself, Mr. Qin took a deep breath, his eyes became cold and hard.

He no longer looked at the crushed sugar cubes, but turned to look at another key person, this strange girl.

"You—you will help me, right? I am a victim, and I am also innocent... I am afraid that she will retaliate against me in the future... You can't die if you beat a snake..."

His language was slightly confused, and it seemed that some irrelevant entanglements made his thoughts not clear enough.

But soon everything went smoothly again, Mr. Qin explained the truth to Aliya.

Beating a snake won't kill you, but you will suffer from it, so now you have to beat the snake to death and smash the sugar cube.

But simply beating to death is not convincing, so we have to create a scene of smashing sugar cubes and killing people-although they have already killed people before.

"She's still comatose... We can make some wounds on her body, say this guy did it, and then we... shall we..."

He looked around, first looked at the scalpel next to him, and moved his fingers.

However, he still didn't dare to stretch out his hand after all, maybe it was a psychological shadow?

Alicia crossed her arms and kept silent, quietly watching the other party release malice and use her cute little brain.

It's really interesting, human beings - when they hurt each other, they are smarter than anyone else.

"Using knives and guns is too obvious, now there is an autopsy..." Finally looking towards the window sill, Mr. Qin's throat rolled: "This is the 8th floor—if the 8th floor, do you understand what I mean? The 8th floor - yes!"

"Push her down and say that because I came, she knew that there was no hope of escaping the incident, so she simply committed suicide in fear of crime?"

Alia completed the malice that he couldn't say, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of her mouth: "On the 8th floor, she fell headfirst, and there is almost no possibility of survival, and no one can threaten you anymore. Is it right?"

"...I didn't say that." Mr. Qin subconsciously avoided her gaze, and he dared not admit it.

"Don't be afraid, I have done this kind of thing before." Aliya patted him on the shoulder: "I admire you very much, really, you are worse than I imagined."

"..."

Is this a compliment?Mr. Qin was a little uncertain, and he couldn't even tell whether the other party approved or not.

But it doesn't matter, even if she betrays her, there is no evidence that she really did anything.

If she doesn't cooperate, at worst she will do nothing by herself. If she cooperates, then everyone will be grasshoppers on the same boat, and she will never be able to jump ship and survive.

I am a victim myself!Thinking so, Mr. Qin touched the crude stitched wound on his thigh with his hand, and clenched his teeth.

Being a victim yourself - here's the proof!What do you have to be afraid of? !

Aliya took out her pocket and took out her little helper and a lollipop. After thinking for a while, she turned the little helper over and handed it to Mr. Qin.

"Take it, it's easy for you to leave a loophole in this matter." After that, she stuffed a lollipop into her mouth and crushed half of it in one bite: "Just help me watch the scene, and leave the rest to you." I."

He took the gun with a trembling hand, the cold touch and the texture of the pressing hand were conveyed, and Mr. Qin believed that she was a real killer.

The surge of adrenaline made his arms tremble slightly: "You—"

"Don't talk, you're making me work."

Aliya interrupted his words, picked up the sugar cube, and lay down on the bed where Mr. Qin was lying.

Then she took the scalpel and walked up to the comatose girl victim, and gestured how to use the knife: "You, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Qin subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Is it because of Aliya's sudden tone?Or was she subtly afraid of something because of her posture?

But he didn't think much, just gritted his teeth: "Give her thigh two knifes, and then put the scalpel in this guy's hand—"

【boom----】

While he was speaking, there were only a few people outside the door, and there was a loud noise suddenly.

"Nine innings! Open the door!!"

The door of the room was directly blasted open by someone, but the door panel that was opened did not fly inward, but was dragged out to the corridor outside.

Two matte gray large shield operators carrying huge heavy metal shields and wearing armor, and even metal armor on the power armor, just pushed in horizontally.

Behind them are several precision rifles protruding from the gaps, and the muzzles of the guns are shifted and locked on the heads of everyone present.

An operator next to him grabbed the vase by the door and slammed it on the wall——

"Hands up! Hands up!"

"Don't move! Put down your weapons! Raise your hands! Squat down!"

"What is he holding in his hand?!"

"It's a gun——"

PS: No one can even accuse me of touching again today, hehe~

PS2: continue tomorrow

Section 1150 1114.514-I also tried to update the second day when I was away!

Mr. Qin, with a gun in his hand, became the most dangerous existence among all the people present.

What?That Godzilla disguised as a human?

That's just a little white flower girl who has no power to restrain a chicken, what's wrong with her?

"Put it down! Put the gun down!"

"Squat down with your head in your hands!"

"Drop your weapon immediately—"

"Request for backup! Repeat! Request for backup! Extremely dangerous suspect found!"

All of a sudden, the hustle and bustle mixed together, and the two sides stared at each other. Mr. Qin stared at the group of operators in front of him who seemed to be linked with Cai Lu, and the field operators were also staring at him, wishing to kill him now. Beat into a hornet's nest.

"lay down!!"

The operator closest to him raised the small pistol exposed beside the large shield: "Drop your weapon immediately! Give up resistance!"

It is estimated that if Mr. Qin dared to raise his gun, he would have to perform the classic reenactment of "the other party refused to surrender and even dared to fight back".

At that time, if Mr. Qin can still get a big piece, he will look down on the overwhelming firepower advantage of the Ninth Bureau...

Fortunately, Mr. Qin was not dazzled by hatred and bad news, or he knew what it means to be stronger than others.