No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

You scold Schwarzenegger, what's the matter with Qiaoqiao Suzuki?

"Pay attention to the time, don't delay it too long."

He reminded him to go outside for fresh air.

The seven looked at Suzuki Qiaoqiao's back with grateful glances.

Dealing with demons in this way is the best option at the moment.

Although it is illegal, it is very pleasing.

"Ahhh... It hurts so much, the finger is about to break, you guys let go!"

"Oh, when you tortured people, did you ever think about letting go?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Suzuki Takashi stood outside the church, staring at the sun rising in the east.

That smear of fish belly white illuminates the layers of clouds, showing a simple and extreme beauty.

"when."

"when."

"when."

In the city of London, a melodious bell rang.

The screams in the church were gradually drowned out.

Chapter 334

After more than 20 minutes, seven people walked out of the church in this way.

The dawn breeze blows on everyone's face.

Their clothes were soaked with blood, and they completed the collective crime together.

Since then, the seven have been accomplices.

Belonging to a grasshopper on a boat, live and die together.

They swore to each other that they would keep today's secret.

Until death comes, and take it to the coffin.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao turned around and saw that everyone had different expressions.

Some were numb, some smiled wryly, but most were relieved.

Great hatred will be avenged, and all hatred has come to an end today.

Those who are dead are gone, and those who live are forever.

Days have to go by, and I have to carry the burden of my relatives forward.

The seven people exchanged glances, as if they had negotiated.

At the same time, I knelt down on one knee and thanked Suzuki Qiaoqiao:

"Sir, if it weren't for you, we would never be able to take revenge in our lives."

"Yeah, seeking revenge from the nobles, I really don't even think about it."

"My lord, I thank you for my son! He should rest in peace in heaven."

Black's mention of the child immediately made the atmosphere depressing.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes blowing slightly in the wind:

"You don't need to thank me, these are all earned by you."

The seven people bowed their heads, and they all knew that this was a polite remark.

Without this lord, they would never be able to lead Edward Clark out alone.

It is even more impossible to formulate a detailed plan to implement this collective crime.

Now to complete the revenge, of course, can not add trouble to the adults.

Wallace wiped the corners of his eyes, touched his chest with his right hand, and swore:

"Sir, if you can use me in the future, feel free to speak."

"As long as we can do it, we will go through fire and water for you, no matter what!"

"My lord, my life will be yours from now on."

This incident has brought together the families of victims from seven different industries.

They will help each other and start a new life.

"no, I'm fine."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's smile was like a warm spring breeze, and he declined:

"Remember, you are not my servants, but yourselves. It's just that I happened to learn about your suffering, and I couldn't bear it, so that justice could be done. It's getting late. After finishing things, go home and make up for sleep. Go and have a good time in the future."

Blake's tears couldn't hold back any longer, and he burst into tears.

The owner of the printing house, Victor, and others were also deeply infected.

A few elders, with tears brewing in the corners of their eyes:

"Sir, you are such a good person!"

"Good people live in peace!"

The fish maw white in the sky gradually spreads, and the nascent sunshine is full of vitality.

Amid the thanks from a group of users who looked like a certain pomegranate, Suzuki Qiaoqiao lowered the brim of his hat.

Like the wind that comes and goes freely, he turned and left the scene.

……

The families of the seven victims have different addresses.

After seeing Suzuki Qiaoqiao leaving, he took the lead in dealing with the scene.

Burn blood-stained clothes and nylon pockets of galoshes, and bury wiped daggers.

The seven came to the city wall and returned to London through an abandoned sewer.

Go here and return, you will not be discovered by the city gate guards.

Suffice it to say that an all-night poker party at the printing house tonight would make for the perfect alibi.

Even if it is investigated afterwards, there is no way to start.

Seven people share the responsibility, and there is no need to worry that someone will betray.

This collective crime is like the wind blowing, leaving no trace.

Edward Clark is missing. According to the procedure, the police department will send someone to search first.

No body can be found, no murderer can be identified.

Judgment cannot be made by guesswork and suspicion alone.

When Suzuki Qiaoqiao returned to Earl's Mansion, it was close to 06:30.

He came to the southeast side of the mansion and told someone to open the door.

Earl Moriarty had specially instructed that this person is a distinguished guest and must not be neglected.

The guard straightened his back and let Suzuki Joe Bridge inside.

After staying out of the city for a long time tonight, I was still a little sleepy with my eyes closed.

He yawned twice in a row and went back to the bedroom.

Haibara Ai fell asleep, her small eyelashes trembling slightly.

Suzuki Takashi took off his coat, ready to squeeze into the warm bed.

The wind was cold at night, and the church was leaking.

His hands and feet were cold, and his skin was a little red.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao lifted the quilt and lay in directly.

It's really comfortable to have a girlfriend to warm the bed.

Haiyuan Ai was woken up and looked at him with a smile.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao snorted and reached out to touch the small bell on her neck:

"Haha, good girl, what are you doing with this, don't you think about cosplaying kittens?"

"No……"

Hai Yuanai bit her lip, her eyes charming:

"Here's what I've learned from books to help you relieve fatigue."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was amused and reached out to touch:

"Wear a bell to relieve fatigue, what the hell?"

Haibara Ai grinned wickedly, and whispered in a low voice to Suzuki Qiaoqiao's ear.

……

The morning sun is not warm.

Everyone in Conan woke up one by one from their sleep.

The second generation of rich people didn't know where they were going, and they disappeared for a few days.

I asked the guard at the city gate and said that I had never seen it before.

In order to quell public anger, the London police are currently trying their best to arrest Jack the Ripper.