Kanagawa Taoist College Students

The hero of Domoto suddenly violently wounded, and Li Xuehao was the only one who could react, but he did not move because he wanted to see what the ultimate goal of the hero was.

The wound on the left arm is definitely his dead hole, otherwise he can't make it before he is completely convicted. It is tantamount to acknowledging that he is the murderer.

The unfortunate policeman was defeated by the Domoto hero, and the pistol at the waist was also taken away by the hero of the church, and then he was placed on his temple.

The whole process was extremely short, and the heroic movement of the book was clean and neat, just like the practice of thousands of times. There was no delay at all. When the surrounding police responded, he was already in possession.

This kind of quick skill made Yamamoto Shinko and Nishimura police officers amazed. They thought they would do this. I didn't expect the hero of the star artist to do it.

Li Xuehao is the most unsatisfactory one. He has already seen that the blood in the body of the Tangben is roughly the same as that of Yamamoto. That is to say, it is enough to deal with seven or eight policemen easily.

"Mr. Domoto, just to stop it, this will only aggravate your crimes." Faced with the subordinates being arrested, the West Village police officers naturally could not act, and Shen Sheng said.

"No, no, no, Nishimura police officer, you have to know, can catch me to convict me. If you don't catch me, no one can fix my crime." Domoto hero shook his finger at him, if He said that he was humble, but now it is crazy and unscrupulous.

"You can't run away, Mr. Don Ben!" The West Village police officer looked at him seriously. Even if the other party is now in good hands, but in the end it must not run. The criminal is a policeman who can never overcome justice. This is what he has been What you believe in.

"That's a try." Domoto's hero grinned, the pistol slammed hard, and the gunman screamed at the gun. "My request is very simple, drive my car to the door, and I prepared enough food for me for a month and put it in the car. I will take the guy to the car and wait until I have a safe place to let him go. West Village police officer, what do you think?"

"I can't promise you." The West Village police officer replied succinctly and powerfully.

"So, do you want him to die?" The hero of the church was cold and the muzzle was another. The unfortunate policeman made another scream.

The West Village police officer was gloomy. In this case, he was the first to encounter it. It was very troublesome to deal with. Of course he did not want his subordinates to have an accident, but he also did not want to let the fierce gangsters.

"Xicun police officer, my patience is very limited, so I hope that you can make a decision immediately, because when I endure patiently, I will kill the hostage for the first time." Domoto hero said in an understatement, but this is the case Without the slightest tone of emotion, people have a chilling feeling.

"And I have a gun in my hand. Before I die, I can definitely kill a few more people." The hero of the church added another sentence.

Perhaps this sentence has played a role. The West Village police officer whose face has changed a few times has finally decided: "Yes, I can satisfy your request, but one thing, you must ensure the safety of the hostage!"

"This is no problem. After all, I don't want to kill, so please be assured. As long as I think that I am in a safe place, I will definitely let him go." Don Ben nodded, if not the hostages in his hands and just talked. The tone, tall and handsome, he is almost unimaginable to be a fierce murderer who killed his wife.

"Then please give me some time, I am now ready to go." After the village police officer finished speaking, he turned to the subordinates around him to prepare everything that the hero of the church had just requested.

"Xicun police officer, one thing I must remind you, don't let me misunderstand the behavior, otherwise I can't guarantee the safety of the hostage." Domoto hero said something.

The West Village police officer understood what he was referring to. This was warning the police not to do anything in the dark, nodding their faces.

"Very good, then before the things are delivered, we have the basis for a pleasant chat." The hero of the church said with satisfaction, but the movements on his hands did not loosen a bit, still tightly controlling the unlucky police.

The West Village police officer did not have any interest in chatting with him. He avoided the sight of the unfortunate policeman. When he reached a certain teenager, his brow could not help but wrinkle: "There is no need to leave."

"No, Nishimura police officer, this little devil wants to stay." Domoto hero said.

"He is not a policeman," said the village police officer Shen Sheng.

"Because he is not a policeman, he needs to stay." The hero of the church faint smiles and looks at someone next to him with great interest. "Little devil, how do you know that my left hand is hurt?"

When this sentence came out, the West Village police officer who had to say something else suddenly stopped, and even the Yamamoto heavy light on the side looked at it with a hint of curiosity.

A young boy just came in. How did he know that the left hand of the hero was abnormal? After all, they did not find it.

"If I say it is speculation, do you believe Mr. Domoto?" Li Xuehao asked faintly.

"Do not believe!" Domoto hero shook his head very simply. Then, like what he thought of, let go of this eccentric teenager and look back at the West Village police officer: "Xicun police officer, you have long suspected that I am the murderer, right?"

The West Village police officer looked at him unreservedly. He did not deny or admit it, but this non-speaking attitude is already the best answer.

"I want to know why you think I am the murderer?" Domoto is still staring at him. His instincts are very sensitive. From the first question asked by the Nishimura police officer, he already knew that he was eyeing. . He didn't understand where he was exposed, and obviously everything was in accordance with the pre-planned "script."

"I will answer this question." Yamamoto's heavy light came over, intentionally or unintentionally blocked in front of someone, and faintly showed his posture to protect him. "In fact, it is very simple, because you let us Investigate your wife, she didn't take long to die, I don't think it's a coincidence, and the police just came here, and then you also appeared. According to criminal psychology, usually the murderer has a homicide scene. The habit is to come to the scene to appreciate his proud 'masterpiece'. Secondly, of course, I want to know the police's movements for the first time. Mr. Domoto, I wonder if you are satisfied with this answer?"