Chapter 659 Twin Brother

If it weren't for Qin Kun's sudden arrival last night, she might not have the face to see Qin Kun now!

"I'll tell you what happened last night. By the way, Xue Ning helped you catch a murderer last night, but the other one ran away."

"Murderer?!" Su Rou's eyes lit up, "Where is he?"

"Here." Qin Kun pointed to the ring on his hand. He had already pointed at the killer's sleeping hole and couldn't wake up for a while.

Su Rou looked at Qin Kun suspiciously, "Ring?"

"You really don't remember?" Qin Kun reminded, "Do you remember a white space?"

"White space..." Su Rou's mind flashed with images, "I remember. It's all white, isn't it?!"

Qin Kun nodded, "Yes, this is the ring."

Su Rou still didn't quite understand what Qin Kun meant by putting someone in the ring? How is that possible!

"Put on your clothes first. I'll let him out."

"Oh..." Su Rou looked at the clothes next to him and blushed, "You're not allowed to peek. Turn around!"

"I saw it all last night. Are you still shy?"

Su Rou blushed and retorted, "I don't remember anything last night. You're not allowed to look anyway. Turn around!"

"Okay." Qin Kun turned around, the bathroom door was open, and he sat right in front of the mirror, taking in the beauty behind him.

Xuening stood aside and tried to hold back her smile. This guy is too bad...

"All right!" Su Rou turned around and saw the mirror in the bathroom looking at himself. Looking at Qin Kun's expression, he gave him a coquettish look, "You're dead!"

Qin Kun shrugged her shoulders and lifted the quilt on the bed. Two pieces of red appeared on the sheet. Su rou and Xue Ning's face turned red at the same time.

Carefully folding the sheet into the ring, Su Rou said coquettishly, "What do you want it for?"

"Of course, they are all the best memories." Qin Kun lowered his head and kissed Su Rou on the lips, raising his hand to release the clown.

A large living man appeared out of thin air in the room. Su Rou was startled, but when she saw the clown's face, she was so angry that she went up and kicked him hard.

Qin Kun squatted down and tapped on the clown twice. The clown suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

"Say, where is your accomplice!" Su Rou tugged at the clown's collar, and she couldn't tell if the clown was the one on tv. Both of them had the same makeup, face and clothes!

"Accomplice?" The clown grinned and licked Su Rou's wrist with his tongue out, scaring Su Rou into letting go.

Su Rou's face was livid, "You!"

"Let me do it." Qin Kun took out a dagger and squatted in front of the clown, "Do you remember me?"

The clown's eyes narrowed, "They're not dead. Did you do it?"

"Poof..." The dagger immediately slipped into the clown's thigh, then took out a dagger and said, "Wrong answer, answer my question again."

The clown was sweating from the pain on his forehead, but he still stared at Qin Kun with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Then let's see how long you can last." As Qin Kun spoke, the dagger slipped into the clown's thigh again.

Bean-sized beads of sweat continued to slide down the clown's face. The clown's makeup had begun to be a little flowery and looked extremely cautious.

"Qin Kun is an important prisoner. If you interrogate him like this, I won't be able to explain myself when I get back!" Su Rou's eyes twitched. Why did she think that Qin Kun was the murderer while this clown seemed so innocent?

Qin Kun pulled out one of the daggers and pressed one hand on the wound on his leg. In just a few minutes, the wound on the clown's leg had actually healed. Apart from a pool of blood, it could not be seen that the leg had been injured.

Su Rou rubbed his eyes and said, "How did you do it?!"

"Magic, is it powerful?" Qin Kun smiled and inserted the dagger back into its original position, exactly the same! The same position...

Qin Kun pulled out the dagger on the clown's other leg, healed his wound with the same method, and inserted the dagger back...

The clown stared at Qin Kun with excitement, fear, complexity, and mixed emotions in his eyes.

In his eyes, Qin Kun was no longer a human being, but a devil in human skin. They had tortured many people and even built their happiness on the pain of others.

But today, he finally understood what it meant to be an outsider, an outsider, and Qin Kun's methods of torturing people were simply devastating!

Even if he wanted to sue Qin Kun for abusing prisoners, there was nothing he could do...

"Not yet?" Qin Kun took out another dagger with a barb and said, "With this knife, you may become a clown girl. I want to remind you first that I have never treated anyone there. If you fail, don't blame me..."

The clown's pupils shrank, and when the dagger was about to fall, he finally said, "I say!"

The dagger was only a centimeter away from the clown's crotch, and the clown could feel the sharpness of the dagger through his pants, and he could tell that this man really knew how to do it!

"Ask now." Qin Kun stood up and handed the dagger to Su Rou. In fact, he felt that he was much gentler than before.

Even if the top killers fell into his hands, the outcome would not be any better. Even if the other party committed suicide by taking poison, as long as there was still a breath, he could pull him back from the gates of hell...

Su Rou looked at the dagger in his hand, his small face a little embarrassed. Although Qin Kun's interrogation method was a little excessive, it seemed to be quite useful?

Say, what's your name and how many of your accomplices are there! Where are they now?"

The clown looked at Qin Kun in fear and said, "Which question are you asking?"

"I want to know everything!"

"My name is wu zhenbin, and the accomplice you mentioned is my twin brother, wu zhenhua. I don't know where he is now, but I'm sure that if you don't let me go, more people will die soon." Zhen bin moved his leg and felt a little more conscious. The wound on his leg did recover, but it wasn't completely healed.

His wounds were only healed on the outside, but not on the inside. On the surface, the skin on his legs was smooth, and there was not even a trace of it.

But every time he moved his legs, he felt a heartbreaking pain.

Who the hell is this man!

"Wu zhenhua, wu zhenbin?" Su Rou jotted down their names and asked, "What is your relationship with the victims and why did you kill them?"