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Chapter 879

"Something's wrong."

Zhang Yi leaned outside the security department door, frowning slightly.

This man always remains calm and indifferent. For him to say such words is enough to explain the weirdness of the situation just now——

After the captured leader girl regained consciousness, she got the strength from nowhere and flew up to kick Zhao Guangming, who was closest to her.

The speed is not like that of a human being, nor is the strength like that of a human being.

Almost, just a little bit closer, Lao Zhao's happiness for the rest of his life was sealed.

Fortunately, Lao Zhao himself had no troubles in his heart.

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Masters will not be injured by their own famous skills, and Lao Zhao will not be hit by the vaginal kick.

He dodged casually and broke the opponent's hand and hamstrings.

The girl's counterattack is just beyond the scope of ordinary people, which is not surprising.

What they were curious about was how this dying girl managed to fight back so fiercely.

It was as if someone had forcibly imprinted his will and body on her body and asked her to complete his dirty plan for him.

"It must be some kind of cult. These scoundrels never stop."

Lao Zhao squatted on the ground, holding a cigarette in his mouth and responded.

They didn't continue interrogating the girl.

As soon as he got close, he struggled wildly, banged his head on the ground, raised his head and let out an unhuman roar, and tried to bite his tongue with his few remaining teeth to commit suicide.

That's the only one alive. If you kill him, there will be no clues.

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"Let Wang Jin go, he is proficient in interrogation."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and spoke in a serious tone.

"Proficient in interrogation...how do you know?"

Lao Zhao looked up at Zhang Yi with a strange look on his face.

"here."

Zhang Yi handed over the phone, and the forum page stayed on the short story with tens of thousands of words.

I don’t know who wrote it. She used the first person to describe in detail the days when she was imprisoned in the basement by Wang Jin... Well, the avatar is a red word for happy.

This description is extremely true and filled with a lot of inner monologue. The delicate emotions make people marvel at it——

What a perverted way to play.

Zhao Guangming knew that this was a fiction created by Wang Jin's fanatical female fans, and at least it had been artistically processed.

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Zhang Yi is an honest man. He studied this thing as a report, carefully studied the techniques, and felt that he benefited a lot.

This made him feel a little more inexplicable gratitude and trust towards Wang Jin.

Looking at his increasingly strange partner, Lao Zhao scratched his head and decided to say something.

But Wang Jin had already wandered over.

——

Girls are strong.

She didn't take any action when her teeth were knocked out, nor did she take any action when her limbs and limbs were broken.

They were all prepared to die, and this girl killed all her companions as soon as she was caught, so that they would not be able to withstand the punishment.

And such a girl showed extreme fear when Wang Jin put the plate in front of her.

She looked at the thing on the plate that definitely couldn't be called food.

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Maybe they are not that simple.

There is always something strange about the strength a girl shows when she fights back.

"Eridhim, I know."

The security booth door was pushed open.

It was obviously the time when summer was about to begin, but a few inexplicable snowflakes floated into the house.

"Hey, long time no see."

A loud voice sounded like thunder.

The strong man with blue eyes greeted several people eagerly, without caring that there was a corpse on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was another bear hug that almost strangled the person to death.

"Old Lei."

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After Wang Jin broke free, he punched his shoulder with a smile, only to feel that he hit an ice cube.

The future director of the Paranormal Research Institute is naturally a qualified occultist.

He came later than the group of big guys who were meeting just now, and seemed to have done some finishing work.

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