Yang Zimei put away the silver needle, sterilized it, and threw it into the bathroom sewer to flush it away.
It was a murder case involving the municipal party secretary, and she didn't want to leave any clues to cause trouble.
As for that woman, she stabbed her in the forehead with a needle, cast a spell to make her lose the memory of meeting her, and then left without a trace.
After leaving the hotel, she couldn't figure out why Zhang Haipeng was poisoned, and the poison happened either early or late, but he died just when he was about to tell the truth.[
Could it be that this is the driving force behind the scenes?
Regarding poison, she didn't know much except for the fierce battle with the head-down master last time. What's more, the poison Zhang Haipeng got this time was probably not caused by the Thai head-down master, but came from Miao.
The magic of Xinjiang.
Could it be that Song Xuan's incident was related to people who knew the art of Gu?
Why?
She was puzzled and dialed Master's phone number.
When Yuqing heard this, his expression was a little solemn. As one of the biggest evil arts, he had tried to study voodoo, but failed. Therefore, he stayed away from anyone who knew this kind of voodoo.
He told Yang Zimei to be careful. Since that person could control Gu insects thousands of miles away and kill people, his spell was definitely not ordinary.
After hanging up the master's phone, Yang Zimei dialed Long Zhutian's number again.
It just rang once and was quickly connected.
"Meimei, I just wanted to call you." Long Zhutian said.
"Haha, this shows that we have the same mind." Yang Zimei asked with a smile, "Have you settled in the capital yet?"
"Well, let's live here."
"Zhu Tian, you have to be careful."
Yang Zimei told him what happened just now about Zhang Haipeng's death due to the poison, "Before you find out the mastermind behind it, you must not act rashly. If you realize something is wrong, call me immediately."
"Um."
Listening to her slightly wordy instructions, Long Zhutian did not feel bored, but listened very seriously, and also warned, "You must be more careful and don't let yourself get hurt!"
"That's natural!"
Because of the shadow of being beaten to death in her last life and the experience of having her bones and muscles broken in this life, she hated the injury this time and absolutely did not want to let herself suffer any more pain.
The two of them said a few words to Qingyi Mianmian and then hung up.[
Long Zhutian began to investigate Zhuge Mu's purpose against Song Xuan, and Yang Zimei happened to see a red-faced sports car galloping past. Sitting in the car was Luo Yingjin, one of the four young masters in City B.
A red-haired woman dressed seductively.
The two of them were laughing and joking around in the car.
What's even more outrageous is that Luo Yingjin actually turned over and kissed the red-haired woman from time to time while driving. The scene was really shocking, and he was not afraid of an accident.
Could it be that the person behind the scenes is Luo Yingjin?
He should be able to mobilize the resources of the municipal party committee secretary.
Thinking of this, she raised the silver needle in her hand and flew out a hundred meters away, hitting the tire of the sports car directly.
Originally, even if it was an ordinary tire, it would not be affected at all if it was stabbed by something as sharp as a needle. The problem was that it was due to the strength of Yang Zimei's vitality.
puff
The tire began to leak air and quickly deflated.
The car he was driving jolted and almost lost balance and overturned. Luo Yingjin was so frightened that he braked suddenly...
