Appearing in front of them were two policemen loaded with live ammunition. They were obviously prepared. Not far away, the man who had just left stood not far away with a sinister smile on his face.
The two people were quickly controlled by the police who rushed over. There was no room for escape. Then, one of them got into the woods. After a long time, he came back dragging a body that was almost rotting. He put the body away.
On the ground, he pinched his nose and walked to the side, gasping loudly. The smell of putrid corpses quickly spread, and many people in the square quickly left.
"Tell me what's going on." The policeman leading the team was obviously coming for the two of them: "Did you kill this person?"
"I don't know how he died, but we have never killed anyone." Zhou Fuhai hugged the trembling Guo Shasha into his arms.
"Come on, how can a murderer be willing to admit that he has committed a murder?" The policeman leading the team snorted coldly: "Bring them back to me. This matter must be investigated to the bottom of the matter."
"You don't want to give in, do you?" Zhou Fuhai smiled bitterly. Things have developed to the point where they are now, and no one can change anything. They have to let nature take its course. They were taken to the police station by several policemen, and Zhou Fuhai and Guo Shasha were separated.
In a closed, separate small room, Zhou Fuhai was pressed on his seat.
"Tell me, how did you kill him and why did you kill him?" One of the policemen, Sheng Linglingren, could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who relies on his power. He must be the one who collects money from others to eliminate disasters for others.
"I didn't kill." Zhou Fuhai shook his head.
"Don't tell me, right?" The policeman sneered: "You really think I dare not do anything to you, do you? I forgot to tell you that I am known as the God of Plague at this police station. Once someone falls into my hands,
, consider him unlucky."
"God of Plague?" Zhou Fuhai broke out in a cold sweat, and when he saw that man's wretched face, he had skin bumps again.
"I have a lot of ways to deal with people like you who refuse to admit it." The policeman took out a needle from his bag. The difference from other needles is that the needle of this needle has a small bend and is not very big.
, but it looks very sharp. "I invented this thing myself. I call it a soul-killing needle. Do you know? This thing pierces into your nails and hurts like hell. Then I pull it out hard and it can
It hurts like hell. This is the so-called ten-finger-to-heart connection, and the injury is not obvious and can’t be seen at all.”
"You want to use this thing against me?" Zhou Fuhai stared at the guy who claimed to be the God of Plague in surprise.
"Are you quite smart? If you don't want to suffer, just tell me how you killed him." The God of Plague shook the small needle in his hand, feeling proud.
"I didn't kill, what did you ask me to say?" Zhou Fuhai acted very calmly.
"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty." The God of Plague held Zhou Fuhai's hand that was roasted by handcuffs, pinched one of the fingers, and sneered: "Boy, you will be in trouble next time."
"You are abusing lynching." Zhou Fuhai wanted to take back his hand, but couldn't.
"I don't care whether you lynch or not, I want what I want." The God of Plague pursed his lips and smiled, then took the needle in his hand and pierced it under Zhou Fuhai's fingernails.
Zhou Fuhai closed his eyes and said to himself, sooner or later, I will deal with you, this perverted guy.
"Bang." The door was kicked open, and two people came in.
There is a man and a woman. The one in front is a policeman. The uniform looks like he has a higher official position than the God of Plague and is majestic. The one behind is a woman. She looks like a god descending to earth. She is dressed very casually. There is no brand name on her body.
The seemingly casual matching made her feel like a queen when she wore it. She was so beautiful that she did not dare to blaspheme or blaspheme. The woman Zhou Fuhai knew was Tong Xiaolin.
"King, Director Wang." The God of Plague hurriedly jumped off the table and threw the needle aside.
"God of Plague?" Queen Tong Xiaolin walked over, raised her hand, held the God of Plague's chin, and smiled slightly: "You can really be the God of Plague. Put away your needle and get out of my sight."
"Who are you?" The God of Plague looked confused.
"Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come to work." Director Wang stood beside Tong Xiaolin with a smile on his face.
"Director Wang, what do you mean?" The God of Plague was stunned.
"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me clearly?" Director Wang shouted: "From now on, you don't have to go to work anymore, you are fired."
It was like a basin of cold water poured on the God of Plague's head. He looked at Director Wang, Zhou Fuhai, and then at Queen Tong Xiaolin. In an instant, the God of Plague seemed to realize something.
