Chapter 191 Huya

In order to confirm whether "Sister Yu" was really nearby, she heard the ringing of her mobile phone and suddenly cut off the phone on the weekend.

While the phone was almost cut off, the ringtone from the nearby phone also stopped abruptly.

So, Sister Yu is really nearby.

He didn't think much about it on the weekend. He opened the door and got out of the car and looked around. Finally, he noticed that a car was parked not far away. Looking at the license plate number, it happened to be the car of Shuicheng.

However, when I approached on the weekend, there was no one in the car.

No wonder, since you can hear the ringtone of the mobile phone in the car on weekends, it proves that Zhang Xinyu is not in the car. If it is in the car, the car and her car on the weekend will definitely not be heard.

After a pause, she took out her mobile phone on the weekend to call Sister Yu. At this time, Zhang Xinyu appeared and hid under the chassis of the car. No wonder she was not found at the first time on the weekend.

At this time, Zhang Xinyu's mobile phone ringing again, which was played on the weekend.

In the ringtone of *, Zhang Xinyu looked at each other on the weekend.

"Sister Yu?" I shouted uncertainly over the weekend.

In the dark night, Zhang Xinyu, with a gray moonlight and a strong black dress and a ponytail, looks particularly capable.

She looked at the phone number displayed on her mobile phone again, and her name was Xiaomo's younger brother.

"Are you Xiaomo's younger brother?" Zhang Xinyu looked very excited. When she said this, she looked unbelievable, "How can it be you? Why is it you?"

"Sister Yu, are you following me?" Follow-up on the weekend.

"You killed my brother!" Zhang Xinyu bit her teeth and said coldly, "Why did you kill my brother?"

"I didn't. I was framed." On the weekend, he hurriedly denied it. After all, Zhang Xinyu was Zhou Xiaomo's best friend. On the weekend, he didn't want Zhang Xinyu to misunderstand him.

"Bang!"

At this time, Zhang Xinyu had rushed to the front of the weekend. Almost at the same time when he said that he had been framed, his white hands hit the weekend's face.

"You killed my brother." When Zhang Xinyu said this, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the weekend, which was hatred, hatred for the weekend.

"Sister Yu, I didn't!" Zhang Xinyu's slap was loud, but after all, she was a girl with a little power in her hands, so she didn't feel pain on the weekend. However, Zhang Xinyu's slap undoubtedly angered him. After all, he was wronged, and he didn't know who set him up.

"You have!" Zhang Xinyu's mood was obviously out of control. Seeing that the weekend denied it again, she waved her little pink fist on the weekend's chest and waved it hard, "Weekend, how could you kill my brother? Do you know that my brother is very kind to me?

Zhang Xinyu's little pink fist is not lethal. It hits her chest on the weekend, more like a little woman acting coquettishly in her lover's arms.

It doesn't hurt, that's the body.

The pain is in my heart.

The weekend was wronged. Zhang Xinyu said that he killed Zhang Da, which made the weekend more and more annoyed. Finally, the weekend grabbed Zhang Xinyu's two hands: "Sister Yu, calm down and listen to me."

"Why did you kill my brother... Do you know how good my brother is to me... Whoo... Whoo..."

Zhang Xinyu, who was out of control, suddenly cried bitterly. She struggled to get rid of her hand on the weekend, but her strength was too small to break free even when her emotions were out of control.

Zhang Xinyu's strength was getting smaller and smaller. In the end, she did not struggle and cried directly in the weekend's arms. Her tears and snot rubbed against the weekend clothes.

"Woo...Woo...Wow..."

Looking at Zhang Xinyu, who cried into tears in his arms, there was no reason to be worried on the weekend. He was not Zhang Xinyu and could not understand the pain of Zhang Xinyu's loss of his brother. However, he could feel the feeling of losing his closest relatives, just like his sister was bullied when he was a child.

Of course, the weekend is clear that Zhang Xinyu's pain is far deeper than he can think of.

After a pause, he let go of Zhang Xinyu's hand on the weekend. He held Zhang Xinyu in his arms like his sister Zhou Xiaomo. He said:

"Sister Yu, I can understand the pain of losing your brother, but please calm down and listen to me, I'm really not the one who killed your brother..."

Before I finished talking on the weekend, I suddenly felt a murderous intention sweeping in.

After practicing dark energy, the ability to perceive danger on weekends has been greatly improved, far more powerful than ordinary people's instinct to seek good luck and avoid evil.

For example, a few seconds before Hu Baohu shot him in the head, he felt the danger, and it was precisely because of this that he could avoid the flying bullets.

This time it was the same. Halfway through the weekend, he felt the danger. This danger came from Zhang Xinyu.

At this time, he hugged Zhang Xinyu and put his hands on Zhang Xinyu's waist. If he wanted to, he could slap Zhang Xinyu's waist at the moment he perceived the danger, but he did not do so on the weekend.

The next second after sensing the murderous intention, there was a chill in the abdomen on the weekend, and then there was a tingling pain.

Zhang Xinyu pushed away the embrace of the weekend, lowered her eyes, and saw a cold dagger inserted in her abdomen on the weekend.

Blood flowed to the ground along the dagger, making a ticking sound. Even if there was a gray area around, Zhang Xinyu could see the bright red on the ground.

"Sister Yu, are you going to kill me?" On the weekend, he buried himself in the dagger in his abdomen and asked Zhang Xinyu incredulously.

"I'm sorry for the weekend!" A gloomy flash flashed in Zhang Xinyu's beautiful eyes, "You killed my brother first. I have to do this."

After saying this, Zhang Xinyu turned around and walked towards the car she had parked in the dark.

"Sister Yu, you really wronged me!" Seeing that Zhang Xinyu was ready to open the car door on the weekend, she suddenly roared, "You also saw the interrogation in the bureau today. It is clear that Lu Shuaijie and Liu Fugui are framed me. The witness is fake, and the physical evidence is also false..."

"But you have a motive to kill my brother!" Zhang Xinyu didn't wait for the weekend to finish speaking and said, "You and my brother had a conflict because of gambling."

"I have a fucking motive for killing!" On weekends, the dagger in his abdomen was not enough to kill immediately, but the blood kept flowing. In addition, he was emotional after listening to Zhang Xinyu's words, so when he said this, his body staggered slightly and seemed that he might fall at any time. "Zhang Xinyu, I never would have thought that you had a good skin but a straw bag. You stupid woman with big breasts, don't you even know how to think about it with your brain?

"Yes, I admit that I have a motive to kill, but if I did, I would be stupid enough to leave * at the scene and let the police arrest me? If I had killed it, your brother would have had no body, grass!"

"I'm sorry!" Zhang Xinyu had already got into the car when she said this. Her voice was so low that she didn't hear it on the weekend.

Zhang Xinyu didn't want to stay anymore, because she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted for a moment, so after getting on the car, she stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the city despite her dim eyes covered with tears.

On the way, Zhang Xinyu's mobile phone rang again. Seeing that the number was from Zhou Xiaomo, she was shocked and hurriedly stopped the car.

Along the way, she was thinking about what she said before the weekend. What she said on the weekend was not unreasonable. If Zhang Da was really killed on the weekend, how could he be stupid enough to leave the murder weapon on the scene? This is obviously culprit.

Zhang Xinyu did not dare to answer Zhou Xiaomo's phone, because just now, she killed her best friend's brother. How could she answer Zhou Xiaomo's phone?

So, listening to the ringtone "*" that had been blowing in his ear, Zhang Xinyu couldn't help crying.

Zhou Xiaomo's phone call was very urgent, one after another, and he had no intention of stopping at all.

So, after Zhang Xinyu's mood stabilized, she finally answered the phone: "Hey, Xiaomo!"

"Xiaoyu, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Zhou Xiaomo's voice on the phone seemed very urgent, and of course, he was also very excited.

Before that, although Zhang Xinyu knew that Zhou Xiaomo's younger brother was also called Zhou Xiaomo's younger brother, she did not see the weekend photos, so she did not know that Zhou Xiaomo's younger brother was at the police station.

In order not to worry about Zhou Xiaomo, Zhang Xinyu only said that her brother was killed by a person surnamed Zhou, and did not say that it was the weekend. After all, there are too many people with the same name in the world.

So, until now, Zhou Xiaomo did not know that his brother had been involved in this matter.

Zhou Xiaomo said on the phone, "Xiaoyu, I have investigated that the * you sent me with the photo to kill your brother is not an ordinary Switzerland*, but the weapon used by the 48th nigga on the international killer list, called 'Huya'."

"Ngre? Huya?" When Zhang Xinyu heard the name, she burst into her heart and exclaimed, "How can it be that black man?"

Obviously, she knows a nigre.

"Didn't you tell me that the suspect surnamed Zhou was wronged to defend him in the bureau?" Zhou Xiaomo said on the phone, "Maybe the suspect is really wronged. You and I know who the nigger is. How can his tiger teeth be in the hands of the suspect?"

When she was in the bureau, the beauty who dealt the license also testified that she did not take away the * she put on the gambling table when she left on the weekend, and then * disappeared.

As for the "huya" found by Zhou Xiaomo, it can't be fake, so there is only one explanation. The * used in the casino on weekends may only be Switzerland* with the same shape as "Huya".

Because "Huya" has a special mark, "Huya" is unique. Zhang Xinyu doesn't believe that he can take this from the nigger on the weekend*.

In this way, Zhang Da may have been killed by a nigger!

Thinking about this, Zhang Xinyu was anxious and quickly found an excuse to hang up Zhou Xiaomo's phone, and immediately turned around and drove to the place where she assassinated the weekend.

Zhang Xinyu is particularly panicked now. She prayed secretly in her heart: "On the weekend, you must hold on. If something happens to you, I can't cross with your sister..."

After Zhang Xinyu's taillights disappeared from the sight of the weekend, he forced himself to walk to his car on the weekend. He covered the bleeding place in his abdomen with one hand and bowed his body slightly when walking, like a rickety old man.

Just as I opened the door on the weekend and was about to get on the car, there was a sound of groaning footsteps behind me. At least a few people came.

There is a river around the city, so the ground is mostly pebbles. The reason why I chose to come here tonight is that I think it is quiet and I want to relax.

However, what surprised me on the weekend was that there were waves of people hidden here.

Zhang Xinyu has driven away after giving a knife to the weekend. So, who is looking for himself next?

Hearing the footsteps coming from all sides, and the weekend was full of lush shrubs. On the weekend, his heart sank and he didn't get into the car. He simply raised his hand and smashed the door, and then stood in an empty place. He said lightly to the empty surroundings, "Friend, since you're here, show up."

Then, more than a dozen figures gushed out of the surrounding bushes. These people all wore black suits and wield weapons such as electric sticks and steel sticks in their hands. In the dark moonlight, people had a strong visual impact.

These people have been hiding in the dark, thinking that they already know about the abdominal injury on the weekend, so they didn't say anything after coming out, and waved the weapons in their hands and rushed to the weekend one by one.

"Kill him!"

In the dark night, a gloomy baritone gave the order to kill.