Chapter 3798

Dye white.

At this time of the last life, ranbai went out by herself and nearly killed people.

With him this time, 001 won't let this happen again!

He can't leave the school and die first. Let the host do it on the first day of binding.

Although it has moved QAQ

In this delay, there was a sharp alarm outside, and the red and blue light and shadow were projected in, which was very dazzling.

"Who called the police?" ran Bai looked at the approaching figure outside and asked with a smile.

Unfortunately, no one present would find her easy to get along with.

The kidnapper who was hit by the stick on the ground showed light in his eyes and was moved to tears.

Whoever called the police is his benefactor!

001, who encircled the dyed white wrist, flapped his small wings. He is an honest system. Article 79 of the interstellar code is that you can't deceive the host, but 001 suddenly has no confidence in his eyes. He has an inexplicable guilty heart and doesn't know where he came from.

He whispered, "we should solve the problem in a better way, and we can't go on a road of no return like the last life..."

No fighting.

No blood.

What's the point if you do it again and repeat it again.

"Stop it!"

A group of policemen broke in one after another. After breaking in, they pointed a grab at the figure in the middle and shouted.

But suddenly found that there was something wrong.

The light and shadow hit the girl's face brightly, illuminating the warm jade like facial features, just like a work of art. Those eyes are gentle brown, deep and thorough.

She stepped on the man with one knee bent and a stick in her hand. However, it was a scene of murder. Her temperament was very harmless.

It seemed that she didn't adapt to the strong light brought by the flashlight. She narrowed her eyes, and the smile on her lips never changed. She slowly threw the stick in her hand, made a "bang", got up straight, stepped back two steps, and raised her hand in front of all the police, calm and elegant. The night wind blew and brushed her hair. In addition to elegance, there was a third of her bones of madness.

Everyone present was stunned.

In the police station,

Ranbai sits in the interrogation room. Behind her are eight characters: confession and leniency, resistance and strictness.

Her temperament is really not suitable to appear here. She is more like a psychological expert, gentle. In the dim light, her face can't be seen clearly, and her hands are slightly crossed on the table.

"Excuse me, can you lend me a pair of glasses?" she looked at the policeman in front and apologized.

The policeman was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that dye Bai would make such a request. The first sentence of any interrogator in the interrogation room would be to borrow a pair of glasses from the police officer.

But her speech is very comfortable and won't feel any discomfort. Maybe this is her personal charm.

"Sorry, I'm a little short-sighted," she said. "I'm sorry I can't see your face clearly."

last,

The police officer lent her a pair of glasses.

After putting on the glasses again, the line of sight was finally clear. The finger inertia pushed the frame, and the line of sight fixed on the officer's face for two seconds: "thank you."

"You're welcome." the young police officer blushed inexplicably, then coughed and seriously asked her what had happened.

The alarm message they received was that a girl was kidnapped by five kidnappers. The person who called the police was anonymous and could not find out who called the police.

And what they saw on the mountain

Although it is a little unbelievable, it is quite the opposite of the alarm message.

"Is there a problem with self-defense?" ran Bai was ready. She asked calmly. She was used to controlling the overall situation.

The officer thought,

Then you're good at self-defense.

last,

After interrogation, it really belongs to the kidnapping case, but the kidnappers... May have had an accident and were knocked down by a girl.

When ranbai came out of the interrogation room, she suddenly heard a voice.

"Sister!"

She slightly paused and calmly turned the ring on her tail finger.

The boy hurried over with sweat on his face. Because he was worried that his face still looked a little white, he stopped in front of dye white, "sister, what's the matter with you?"

At the age of 16 or 17, Rong Mo's body was very thin, between the youth's youth and the man's maturity. Later, he grew up and looked very thin, but no one dared to ignore his ruthlessness.

Just now.

The young man looked at her with worry and no impurities.

"Everything is fine." ranbai smiled.

"Sister, do you know you're going to scare me to death?" rongmo naturally took the girl's hand, complained like a spoiled girl, and said in a low soft voice: "fortunately you're all right, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Dyed white drooped her eyes and looked at the hand she was holding. The smile in her eyes was a little strange and gentle. She slowly squeezed the young man's hand, trimmed her delicate nails and embedded them into the back of Rong Mo's hand, "my sister misses you very much."

"I'm right in front of you. My sister thinks I can see it at any time." the boy always looks like a child in front of her. He muttered, "you pinch my sister."

"Really?" ran Bai seemed to realize and released his hand. "Sorry, I didn't notice."

Rongmo looked more white. His eyebrows were curved, like a layer of freshly brewed honey. "Is sister in a bad mood? It doesn't matter."

"Does it hurt?" ranbai asked him, looking at the pinch mark left on the back of the boy's hand.

"Sister, blow it and it won't hurt." Jung Mo leaned closer.

The girl pressed his hand, and the look in her eyes was unclear: "go home."

Jung Mo nodded.

The driver drove all the way into Rongjia villa.

Retro European design, bright lights at night.

The two brothers and sisters sat in the back row. They looked peaceful, but their hearts harbored ghosts.

Dyed Bai took a nap for a while. When she saw the Rong family's house again, she sighed gently.

It's still what I remember.

"Sister." when returning to the room, rongmo stopped her. The light in the living room was very bright, dispelling the darkness of the night. The TV was not turned off, broadcasting the evening news, and the voice of the hostess echoed in the slightly quiet villa.

"Recently, a very bad serial homicide case occurred in our city..."

Ranbai stands on the stairs, half of her face is in the shadow, and her expression is strangely divided into two halves, blurring the boundary between light and darkness. Her pupils are deep like the moon falling into chaos. The strange malice is entangled with the gentle atmosphere. At the moment she turns around, there is only one bright left.

"Why," she asked.

Rongmo stood in the living room, looked up at her and said, "I haven't told you good night yet."

"Good night, sister."

"Good night."