Concubine is crazy

Chapter 642 Alas... What a pity
On the surface, the evidence is solid, and the cook is the only suspect.

But judging from the past records of this cook, it doesn't seem like she can generate such a huge murderous aura in a short period of time.

If you can't start with superficial evidence, then you can only attack your heart.

"Yuntuo, I know you are very weak, and it is not suitable for you to talk too much. But the three people who died were all your classmates and friends, and your best friends for many years. The elders of your family also have a lot of communication. Now , the murderer who killed your three best friends is right in front of you, do you have something to tell her?"

Ping Yao suddenly changed the topic to Yuntuo.

Everyone else was puzzled, but Yin Quan nodded secretly in his heart.

For so long, in terms of autopsy and judgment, there is only one Ping Yao who can understand his mind in an instant.

Yun Tuo opened his mouth, as if unable to speak, he could only shake his head in pain.

A victim who is seriously injured and overwhelmed is vividly interpreted.

Ping Yao looked at the dossier about Yuntuo's past reviews in her hand, and smiled silently.

Yun Tuo seems gentle and generous, but in fact he is a competitive and scheming person in secret.This meeting is weak and painful, who is it for?
"Since you can't speak, I'll scold her for you." Ping Yao nodded at Yuntuo, obviously seeing a strange light flashing in his eyes.

After turning around, without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped the cook across the face with a slap.

Although the slap didn't hurt very much, it must be the heart that the cook is hurting now.

"This slap was given back to you on behalf of Mr. Yun, who told you not to be willing to kill him directly, but hurt him so badly that he would have to lie in a wheelchair and spend the rest of his life in pain. What! If it weren't for you, he is still a healthy person, how could he be a cripple?"

After Pingtiao finished speaking, Yuntuo and the cook were both stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yun Tuo gritted his teeth and looked at Ping Yao.

"Oh... well, I'm sorry, I slipped my tongue after reading the file, and I forgot that it was written in the file before, you don't know your real illness yet! Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say anything .”

Ping Yao waved her hands again and again, and now the cook couldn't bear it anymore.

"I just hurt his leg, how can I let him sit in a wheelchair in the future?" The cook asked in a low voice, her eyes finally became flustered.

Ping Yao chuckled, then said coldly,

"You have killed three people, why do you still care about hurting one more? If you are really a murderous devil, shouldn't you be laughing out loud in your dreams now? Look at how powerful you are, not only Killed three, and the only one who survived was killed by you, tsk tsk! If you die, you will continue to leave the pain to others."

As soon as Ping Yao's words came out, the chef's calm expression finally cracked a little, and the hands tied behind her clenched tightly into fists.

"No! I... I'm not... I..."

"What are you not? Don't you still want to say, aren't you a murderer? Who are you? He?"

Ping Yao suddenly raised the volume and raised her finger to Yuntuo's face.

"not him!!"

The cook yelled loudly and hastily denied it.

The atmosphere at the scene was inexplicably weird.

"Of course it's not him! He's already like this, how can he kill people! Alas...it's a pity."

Seeing what Ping Yao said, the expression on the cook's face was even more subtle, mixed with pain, distress, regret, and an indescribably sad breath.

(End of this chapter)