Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

She opened the entire file and stopped when she saw the words 067.

Her fingers trembled slightly, she swallowed hard, and the light of the lights slowly moved over her.

A photograph suddenly appeared in his eyes, on the face of a middle-aged man, completely overlapping the one in his memory.

She sat on the floor with soft legs and legs, sweating cold behind her white back.

The whole person was in the ice cellar, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

All the irrelevant clues in my mind are connected, the pears for 067, the exhumed stomach and stomach. Paper towel on Hezel Woo's pillow, little king. Cho, I saw the man staring at each other in the cafeteria that day, and the 091 who woke him up.

They were all killed by He Zeyu.

Shen Wood's hands and feet were cold, and she could not have imagined that he Zeyu, who had behaved smoothly on a weekday, would be the murderer.

Before she could think carefully about the reason behind this, the pocket vibrated a bit.

She hastily took the phone out. The caller was Officer Xu. She just pressed the answer button and the other party hung up the phone.

And then when Shen Woo Bai called, there was only one cold sentence in his ear, "Sorry, the call you have just dialed is switched off. ”

She shuddered and a bad feeling spread all over her body.

Running out of the archives room, Shen Mubai started running in the hospital corridor. She did not dare to delay any time. She feared that she would be late. Officer Xu had already been killed.

Thinking about where the other party had previously investigated the clues, she hurried there, but there was nothing in the empty corridor.

Shenmu White controlled her breathing and she held her thighs and continued to run.

Until a bloody trace was seen, on the cold ground, it looked particularly dazzling.

The phone lay far away in the corner, had been broken 708 times, Shen Wood white heart was mentioned at high altitude, and his head was blank for a moment.

She paused, then quickly walked over and found a little bit of blood spreading straight ahead, printing some blurry marks.

It's like being dragged all the way.

Shen Kibai didn't dare think much. Although she was scared to death, she couldn't care less when she thought that He Zeyu was killing people.

The atmosphere dared not breathe. Shen Mubai followed the blood trail and drove out. Finally, he reached the material room.

The door has been opened from the outside, more like it was, to be exact.

Shumwood walked in with his scalp and saw the scene through the light of the hallway lights.

He Zeyu was covered in blood. He was carrying a corpse in his hand, and the other party's head dropped obliquely. He looked at this side without meditation.

It was a police officer who was still talking to her a while ago.

He Zeyu was grabbing each other's head and his brains gradually came all over him, but he didn't mind.

Officer Xu looked like a broken rag doll, leaving his hands to be slowly broken and his skin ripped open until the flesh was blurred.

He Zeyu's eyes curtained slightly, his face was shen wood white never seen indifference.

Nearly ruthless.

The scene in front of him was too shocking, Shen Wood white couldn't help but cover his mouth, his stomach poured.

That is, because of this action, He Zeyu, who was still immersed in the world of "manipulating" Xu police officers, crooked his head, and then, for a moment, stunned his face.