As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. The evidence is in Zhao Qingyuan?!
On the side, Li Songhe looked at Zhao Qingyuan and asked doubtfully, "Where is the evidence?"
"The murder weapon!" Su Mu said, pointing to the poison dart on Zhao Qingyuan's chest.
Mo Yunling was slightly suspicious and her eyes fell on the dart. Indeed, the poisonous dart gave her a strange feeling, but what exactly was it? What did Su Mu mean?
Inadvertently, Feng Qi had walked up to Mo Yunling, but Mo Yunling's attention was entirely on Su Mu, so he didn't notice it.
"What are the characteristics of this dart? Isn't it just poisonous?" Li Songhe said doubtfully. This should have been said before.
Su Mu smiled calmly and said, "I'm talking about the location of the poison dart. This dart is on Mr. Zhao's right chest!"
"It's on the right chest! Doctor Su, you'd better tell me quickly." Li Songhe became even more confused.
Zhao Gaolin, on the other hand, was very unhappy, "Could it be that Dr. Su is trying to delay the process?"
Feng Qi looked at the poison dart on Zhao Qingyuan's body, and then at Mo Yunling's left hand. In an instant, he understood what Su Mu meant! But the anger in his chest exploded like a flood. She and he were like this
intimate!
"Most people use their right hand when shooting darts, so usually what we shoot is the left chest of the opponent. I don't know this, can you understand?" Su Mu said with a smile.
Feng Lang was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of Su Mu's statement. He gestured and found that it was indeed the case. He looked at Su Mu and saw that this person was becoming more and more confused.
Although Li Songhe and Zhao Gaolin didn't understand very well, Zhao Gaolin immediately said: "You mean, my son Qingyuan was shot in the right chest with a left-handed dart and died?"
Su Mu nodded, "That's right. If you use your left hand, you can hit the right chest like this!"
Mo Yunling looked at Su Mu. What he said just solved the doubts in Mo Yunling's heart. She felt strange when she looked at the dart. She didn't expect that it could prove her innocence.
Zhao Gaolin thought for a while and said immediately: "Then it was she who shot my son Qingyuan with her left hand. It can't be wrong!"
But Su Mu still shook his head, "If I asked you to look at her arm, you probably wouldn't say that!" As he said that, Su Mu walked to Mo Yunling, nodded at Mo Yunling, and prepared to pull her up.
Mo Yunling's hand was blocked by another hand.
The anger that could burst out at any time made Su Mu couldn't help but raise his eyes. The angry sparks in Feng Qi's eyes seemed to burst out at any time. Mo Yunling looked at Su Mu and Feng Qi in slight shock, wondering what they were doing.
However, Su Mu understood Feng Qi's thoughts. He retracted his hand and stood aside. Feng Qi's expression softened slightly and he looked at Mo Yunling. His deep eyes made Mo Yunling feel nervous.
, why does he look at her like this!
Feng Qi calmed down a little. He looked at Mo Yunling's arm. He had seen blood on her arm before, but he had never noticed the injury inside. When was this arm injured?
His hand slowly stretched out and slowly pulled up the long sleeve of her left arm. When he saw the injury on the arm, he froze there.
On that snow-white arm, the elbow area was wrapped in a thick layer of white cloth, and there were blood stains all over the white cloth, some of which were even scarily red. It must have just seeped out not long ago!
Seeing that everyone could see clearly, Mo Yunling shook off Feng Qi's hand, pulled down his long sleeves, and looked away. Feng Qi's hand slowly lowered it, but his palms were tightly clenched!
"Everyone has seen that she basically can't raise her left arm, so how can she kill people with her left dart?" Su Mu continued.
Zhao Gaolin's body trembled and he looked at Su Mu angrily. Only then did he realize that he had fallen into Su Mu's trap.
"This is impossible, don't talk nonsense, he killed my son, and I want her to pay for it with her life!" Zhao Gaolin roared loudly as if he had lost his mind. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the guards behind him held their swords and prepared again.
Move out.
Seeing all this, Mo Yunling's heart sank and he was ready to face the enemy. But unexpectedly, at this moment, a majestic force suddenly burst out and filled the place.
"I want to see who dares to take action!" With a sharp shout, all eyes of those people were focused on Feng Qi. He grasped the long sword in his hand and knocked all the long swords out of those people's hands.
The awe-inspiring domineering force made the guards retreat unconsciously. Who in the world doesn't know that King Qi possesses one of the most magical swords in the world, the Longxiang Sword! Who can be his opponent in a fight with force!
Feng Qi raised his sword horizontally and said in a cold voice: "No matter whether it is a witness or a physical evidence, it cannot prove that she is the murderer. Does the Prime Minister want to kill innocent people indiscriminately by holding on to her like this?" Feng Qi looked at Zhao Gaolin with a blank expression.
With an expression on his face, he said in a cold voice, "If you insist on having your own way, I will never give up!" At the same time, he glanced at Zhao Gaolin with cold eyes, and that domineering look was like a sharp knife shot into Zhao Gaolin's eyes.
Zhao Gaolin paused, took a few steps back, pointed at Feng Qi, and said angrily: "King Qi, is it worth offending me for a bitch?"
Feng Lang was shocked. Zhao Gaolin spoke rudely again and again. He was afraid that the third brother had murderous intentions, so he walked quickly to Feng Qi.
Suddenly a sword light swayed, and the long sword directly touched Zhao Gaolin's neck, "If you dare to say the word bitch again, I will kill you!"
Feng Lang was stunned, and his guess was indeed correct. He hurriedly held Feng Qi's hand. If the third brother wanted to kill someone, no one could stop him, but now was not the time to kill Zhao Gaolin.
Mo Yunling raised his head slightly and looked at Feng Qi. What is he doing? Killing Zhao Gaolin? Is he crazy? Didn't Zhao Gaolin not embarrass Shuiyue anymore?
It was the first time for Zhao Gaolin to be directly held to his neck with a sword like this. How could he not be angry? He immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood and said, "You... are cruel..." He then fainted and several guards behind him killed him.
Hold on.
"Send the Prime Minister back to his residence to rest." Feng Qi looked away and said coldly.
The guards glanced at each other. No one here dared to offend Feng Qi. They immediately carried Zhao Gaolin and Zhao Qingyuan away.
"His Royal Highness King Qi is so courageous!" Su Mu said with a smile.
However, Feng Qi ignored him, put away his sword, directly took Mo Yunling's right hand, and walked out. Mo Yunling shook his hand away and said indifferently: "Don't touch me! Don't think I will be grateful for this.
You, everything you did was not for me!"
Feng Qi paused and turned around. All the anger in his heart was like a volcano erupting. He said angrily: "Have you had enough trouble?"