Outside the house, Zhou Ze was smoking while Tang Shi was chewing on her milk candy.
Inside the room, the dead bodies on the wall were hanging down, and the scary expression on their faces was clear as day. It was like a murder had just happened.
All dead.
None were left.
Xu Le died.
The person who killed Xu Le was dead.
The driver was dead.
My cousin is dead.
All the dots on the line were dead.
Even Zhou Ze was dead.
Just as Tang Shi had said, if you did not purposely avoid trouble, trouble would not come looking for you.
It was a pocket that had been opened for a long time. Regardless of whether you were willing or not, whether you were happy or not, you were actually in this pocket.
"They're all dead, so the clue should be gone."
Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze with a smile on her lips. She seemed to like seeing Zhou Ze in this state.
