He stood on the stairs, looking at the corpses strewn downstairs, his long, straight and thin face full of contempt.
"I can't understand why you sympathize with these people. Each of them has no less than ten lives in their hands. Have you ever thought about the thoughts of the families of those who died because of them? They must wish they were torn into pieces.
, and will definitely be grateful to me for upholding justice for heaven. These people obviously deserved their death, why do you blame me instead?"
"I don't blame you..." Su Qianqian's voice was weak under the man's sharp gaze.
His theory was obviously wrong, but she couldn't even say a word to refute it.
Yes, these people deserved to die.
Many more people died at the hands of these people.
Even Asa is an existence that is not allowed by modern society.
It's just... I've lived with them for a long time, but I can't help but think in my heart that maybe these people's lives are different from them...
perhaps……
"Miss Su, I think we should leave as soon as possible." Mu Qiaozhi said lightly, "When you have lived a normal life outside for a while, you will not have such thoughts." He faced Su Qianqian's confused look.
His eyes said, "I know what you are thinking about now. Let's go."
"Mr. Mu..." Su Qianqian couldn't help but say, "Are you a policeman?"
"..." Mu Qiaozhi paused and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"If you are really a policeman..." That is too different from an ordinary policeman...
How could a police officer who represents justice say such a thing?
His words were clearly full of disdain for this society!
The man glanced at her lightly, "Interpol, do you need me to show you your work license? I said it's my duty to rescue you, but if you don't want to leave, then I won't force you." He said.
Spreading his hands, the dagger in his hand spun around in his palm. The sharp and breakable blade was shining with silver light, and a dazzling light streaked across the man's face.
How could Su Qianqian be willing to stay? She took a step forward and said, "Let's go."
Mu Qiaozhi took the lead and walked downstairs.
His steps were brisk, and he could accurately step on every piece of open space that was not contaminated by blood, and he traveled unimpeded without even glancing at the corpses piled on the ground.
Su Qianqian was not so lucky. Soon, her shoes were soaked with blood, and the sticky feeling made the hairs on her body stand up.
By the time she came to the door, the slippers were soaked with blood, leaving bloody footprints on the ground, which looked particularly horrifying.
Mu Qiaozhi took one look at her feet, gave a very shameless laugh, and took out a pair of women's high heels from his car and gave them to her.
The pair of high heels were bright red and very gorgeous. Su Qianqian could tell at a glance that the shoes belonged to Doreen.
"This is Miss Doreen's thing..." she couldn't help but remind her.
"What's wrong?" Mu Qiaozhi glanced at her doubtfully.
"This is her thing, how can I wear it?"
"It's just a pair of shoes." He said calmly, "It's going to be lost anyway, so don't give it up for free."
His tone clearly showed that he had no affection for Doreen at all. Su Qianqian looked at the man's indifferent face and saw that when he wasn't smiling, he looked very similar to Yi Ningxiu.
This kind of indifference comes from the bottom of his heart.