"It's almost half a month ago."

Qiao Jin looked confused: "I can't remember it very clearly, Ge Jiazhen and I are not very familiar with each other."

Ge Jiazhen is from the group of Tan Xuejia, and he is indeed not very familiar with him.

The female policeman still smiled and said, "You don't have to be nervous, we just ask for it routinely. Do you know, are there anyone who has a grudge against them?"

"Isn't it normal to make grudges? But how do I know?"

Qiao Jin was slow to tell: "I must have proved that she was absent when she died, because I was at home at that time. If you really don't have clues, it's better to let me calculate a fortune, maybe I can provide you with clues."

The female policeman was stunned.

He Yao also raised his eyebrows and spoke for the first time: "Are you a fortune teller?"

She sat aside and seemed to be a person who was out of trouble, and now she finally opened her mouth.

The voice is cold.

Qiao Jin nodded: "That's right, I plan to do this business recently."

The female policeman looked a little serious: "Ms. Qiao, life is a matter of stakes, and you cannot let it be joked about."

"I'm not kidding, it's like you brought me here, but because this woman asked."

Qiao Jin pointed his finger at He Yao: "Miss He, what you want to know needs to be exchanged for a price."

"Oh?" He Yao put his hand on the table and looked at Qiao Jin with cold eyes: "What price do I need to pay?"

Qiao Jin also smiled and approached her: "Don't use your abilities to me. You are not of level enough, be careful to ask for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yao's body suddenly smashed back and hit the back of the chair. The hard sound sounded like a bone ache.

The female policeman was startled: "Ms. He?"

He Yao's face was tight.

This is a very difficult opponent and proud.

Her abilities were very strange, and He Yao could not see her spiritual psychic ability at the first time.

If it is predictive ability, she shouldn't have attack power...

But now...

The spine hit the hard stool in the interrogation room, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and He Yao's expression did not change for a moment.

This tolerance still makes Qiao Jin look up at it.

He Yao took a long time to speak again: "Ms. Qiao isn't a fortune teller? Can you tell me a fortune?"

Qiao Jin: "I don't have to calculate it for you, it's better to calculate it for this young lady."

Qiao Jin smiled and showed the innocence that he should have at the age of twenty. She looked at the female policeman, "Miss, is it a fortune? Maybe it will be helpful to your case?"

The female policeman would not believe this, they didn't even know who He Yao was.

However, Qiao Jin was really difficult. Seeing what tricks she could play, the female policeman nodded when she heard this: "Yes."

There were other people watching outside the interrogation room, and everyone was puzzled when they saw this scene.

Why did a suspect who was interrogated still count on his fortune?

Isn't this a joke?

He Yao stared at Qiao Jin's actions.

I saw Qiao Jin holding the female policeman's hand and drew it on her hand a few times. Without even doing any extra movements, she took back her hand and put it on the table, her eyes calmed down: "Three days later, it will be the next one. It will take at least one month for you to solve this case."

He Yao's pupils shrank, and she didn't feel that Qiao Jin was using the power of spiritual thoughts at all.

The female policeman was even more unbelievable: "You said that the next victim will appear in three days? What a joke!"
Chapter completed!