The former wife of Lucifer was really stunned this time. Even the detective and Mr. Forensic had an accident. What kind of murderer was hidden in this house? She felt that all her internal organs seemed to be tangled together, unable to tell whether it was fear or pain, or the puppet game covered by the demon.

She stared at the crazy behavior of the tall man in front of her in a daze, trying to open her mouth, but found that she could not make any sound, like a doll.

"Xiaoyao! No, I must find Xiaoyao!! I'll look for it now!!" Xie Yunmeng could not lose Yun Yeyao, just as Jiang Xinglong could not lose Liang Yongxin back then, today, Xie Yunmeng finally felt the pain of Jiang Xinglong going crazy at the beginning. For this reason, he would beg anyone.

"Mo Haiyou!! Think of a solution!! I beg you to think of a solution!! Xiaoyao cannot die. He is so smart. He must be hiding somewhere. We must find him!!"

Facing Xie Yunmeng's roar, Mo Haiyou also wanted to roar out the pain in his heart loudly like him. However, he couldn't, he had to remain calm, because the murderer had not caught him yet, and he might continue to be bloodthirsty somewhere!

"Thank you Officer!" Mo Haiyou tried his best to control his voice and did not tremble, but his naked feet were already so painful that they were trembling.

Mo Haiyou continued: "We can't leave here. Only when we are together is the safest. Don't be impatient. I think Xiaoyao will rely on himself to be safe..."

Before Mo Haiyou finished speaking, his body suddenly tilted towards the big table. It was Xie Yunmeng. His fist fell heavily on the exact same but much cold face in front of him. In an instant, a bright redness surged from the corner of Mo Hai's right mouth, but his hand held the foot of the table without letting himself fall down.

"Xie Yunmeng! I know you are anxious, I am as anxious as you! But we must ensure that the lives of the people present will no longer be threatened by the murderer! Do you understand?"

The moment he swung his fist, Xie Yunmeng realized how incompetent he was. Yes, with his duties as a criminal policeman, he had to take the overall situation into consideration like Mo Haiyou. Mo Haiyou was right. No matter how cruel he said, Xie Yunmeng suddenly felt that they were brothers and relatives connected by blood, and his heart did not hurt more than himself.

Withdrawing his hand, Xie Yunmeng looked at his fist, and the fire in his heart was gradually cooling down. Perhaps it was not just a fist, but a flash of wetness in Mo Hai's right eyes.

Will the forensic doctor who is so cold and lonely cry? Xie Yunmeng never believed it, but now, what does that moisture represent? It means that the feelings in his heart are so close to himself and so similar.

Xie Yunmeng understood that no one could replace Yun Yeyao, so he had to calm down and cooperate with Mo Haiyou to find a breakthrough.

Repressing anxiety and worry, Xie Yunmeng said to Mo Haiyou: "I'm sorry, Dr. Mo, you are right."

Former Lucifer's wife, Yourui, Jasmyn and Binbai, including Xing Meimi who locked herself in the room, are relying more or less on them at this moment. Maybe the devil will take action tonight, and maybe the next corpse will appear among the group of people. Mo Haiyou took the tissue handed over by Jasmyn next to him, gently wiped the corner of his mouth, and threw it into the ashtray without even looking at it.

He didn't care about this, he cared about the blood on his hands, 'Is that really your blood? Xiaoyao, if possible, I would like to use it to test it immediately to prove that you are not that stupid! Xiaoyao, you must come back alive! Sure!'

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Under the faint pink halo, the slender woman dragged the man's body. She seemed very struggling and stopped and gasped.

This person was almost... the woman didn't dare to think further. She looked back at the man on the ground, her tall and straight body, curled up in a ball at this moment. Her eyes were closed tightly into a thin black line, and her eyebrows that flew upwards could no longer drive the young and energetic face of the past.

Squat down and gently brushed away the man's wet forehead. The woman sighed, let go of the dragged man's legs, and walked towards the other end of the room. She wanted to get something, something that could temporarily hide the man.

The bloody corpse was thrown into the black hole burning with flames. The smell of coke was mixed with an unpleasant rotten smell, spreading in the air, floating little by little to the deep night outdoors.

A woman really doesn't want to see a man die, but she can't. She can't do more. The past is like this burning black hole, hiding too many secrets and pains.

Loneliness spreads in the woman's heart. She no longer wants to see anything related to the past, but God just won't let her go. There are too many fragments in this house that even the woman can't explain clearly, which makes her unable to ignore.

"I'm leaving, please..." The woman's words were hidden between her throat, and no one knew what she was saying. Perhaps the man lying on the ground could hear it, or perhaps this man could never hear any sound...
Chapter completed!