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Yang Zimei put away the silver needle for disinfection and threw it to the toilet's drain.

This is the murder case of the secretary of the municipal party committee. She doesn't want to leave any clues to cause trouble.

As for the woman, she pierced her head and cast a spell to make her lose her memory of seeing herself, and then left without a trace.

After leaving the hotel, she couldn't figure out why Zhang Haipeng would be poisoned, and the poison didn't come sooner or later, but she died when he was about to tell the truth.

Is this the pusher behind the scenes controlling?

As for the poisonous poison, she didn't know much except the last time she had a fierce battle with the beheading division, not to mention, this time, the ascaris in Zhang Haipeng's work should not be from the downfall division of Thailand, but from Miao Xinjiang's puppetry.

Could Song Xuan's incident be related to people who understand the art of performing arts?

What the **** is it for?

She was puzzled and called Master.

When Yu Qing heard it, his expression was a little dignified. As one of the biggest magic arts, he also tried to study but could n’t do it. Therefore, those who know this kind of arts are far away.

He asked Yang Zimei to be careful. Since that person can control the maggots thousands of miles away and cause death, the spell is definitely not ordinary.

After hanging up Master ’s phone, Yang Zimei called Long Zhutian again.

It just rang, and it was quickly connected over there.

"Brow eyebrow, I just wanted to call you." Long said in a voice every day.

"Oh, this shows that we are in the same mind." Yang Zimei asked with a smile, "Have you settled in Beijing?"

"Well, stay here."

"Day by day, you have to be careful."

Yang Zimei told him about Zhang Haipeng's death just now, "Before the black hand behind the scenes is revealed, you must not act lightly and call me immediately when you find out that the situation is wrong."

"Ok."

Listening to her slightly hesitant call, Long did not get bored day by day, but listened very carefully, and also said, "You must pay more attention to not hurt yourself!"

"That's natural!"

Because of the shadow of the death of the previous life and the broken bones of this life, she absolutely hated the injury this time, and she definitely did not want to let her suffer any more pain.

The two spoke a few words in Tsing Yi, and they hung up.

Long began to investigate Zhugemu's purpose for Song Xuan day by day, and Yang Zimei just saw a red-looking rally car passing by in front of him. It was Luo Yingjin, one of the four boys in city B, sitting in the car. A charming red-haired woman.

The two hurriedly swaggered in the car.

What's more exaggerated is that while Luo Yingjin was still driving, he occasionally hooked his head and kissed the red-haired woman.

Will the person behind the scenes be Luo Yingjin?

He should be able to mobilize the resources of the municipal party committee secretary.

Thinking of this, the silver needle in her hand flew up and shot out a hundred meters away, and shot directly at the tire of the sports car.

Originally, even ordinary tires would not be affected if they were stabbed by such a thin object as a needle. The problem is that it has Yang Zimei's strength.

puff--

The tire began to leak and choked quickly.

The driving car was bumping, almost overbalanced and overturned, Luo Yingjin was so frightened to stop suddenly ...

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