Chapter 107

He didn't speak.

But a noble and cold he is standing like this, let the people who rush to stop involuntarily, no one dare to move him.

Those people did not dare to move the ink Jingyao, but they moved hands with the people brought by sumuxi. For a time, the scene was a little chaotic.

Then one of the crowd came up.

When he saw the man, his body trembled.

On a body of evil spirit to come, Mo Jing Yao cold mouth, "who move metaphor color, first pass me this pass."

"Mo Jingyao, she killed my sister and killed her. If you get out of the way, I'll give you face. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for starting directly. I wish gang will revenge my sister."

"No way." Don't want to, Mo Jingyao cold two words, still calmly stand in front of the body of metaphor, as if he is her patron saint.

There were more and more people, and she, Mo Jingyao, Su Muxi and several people she brought were soon surrounded in the corner.

Seeing that Zhu Gang's face turned red, Yu se shook Mo Jingyao's hand and said in a soft voice, "I'll tell him."

"No way." Mo Jingyao's cold eyes are all on Zhu Gang's body. From Zhu Gang's report of identity, he knows how dangerous this person is for metaphor.

The metaphor is silent.

Looking at Zhu Gang a fist to protect his Mo Jing Yao, she closed her eyes flustered and yelled, "don't."

She was startled by the voice.

Like the trumpet, it also magically drank the chaos in front of him.

Everyone's eyes were on her in an instant.

Although, she only showed half of the cerebellar pouch melon, but still concentrated on her body.

"I'm a metaphor. It's because of me. If you have something to do with me, don't fight."

"Yu se, do you admit that you killed ah Hong?" Zhu Gang's eyes are red, and he points to metaphor. If Mo Jingyao didn't block in front of him, he would have strangled the metaphor directly.

"I only said it was because of me, but Zhu Hong died for another reason."

"Why? You'd better make it clear once and for all, or even if you have a strong brother-in-law guarding you, I wish you would die sooner or later. "

Again.

Everyone believed that Mo Jingyao was her brother-in-law.

Metaphor is lazy to explain.

At this time, she suddenly found that every time someone said that Mo Jingyao was her brother-in-law, the man never refuted it.

There's no admission, no denial.

This is similar to Mo Jingyao, who obviously dislikes Yu mo.

However, Yu se has no time to clarify her relationship with Mo Jingyao. Now the most important thing is to deal with Zhu Hong.

"She died not because of my prescription, no, but because of my prescription." Thinking of the dead Zhu Hong in the mortuary behind him, the metaphor is chaotic again.

"Don't panic. Just say what you know." Mo Jingyao shook her hand again and said softly.

Yu se took a deep breath and thought about his toes to see Zhu Gang through Mo Jingyao's shoulder.

"Hongjie did use the prescription I prescribed and the medicine I prescribed. However, the cause of her death was not because of my prescription, but because she was poisoned."

"Poisoned? That's not the poison you got from your medicine. Don't change your concept. You sent a Hong's prescription by mobile phone. Her mobile phone is in my hand. You can't deny it. " As soon as Zhu Gang talks about Zhu Hong, his eyes are red.

It was really heartbreaking for my sister's death.

Even if he is a little gangster, but he is also Zhu Hong's brother.

The blood is thicker than the water's affection, is abandons unceasingly.

"I won't deny it. The medicine I prescribed contains fried pollen Typhae, blood charcoal and lotus root knot But the fried pollen Typhae were stolen, so Hongjie died of poisoning. "

Zhu Gang looked down at the mobile phone, "you really opened the fried pollen Typhae. Are you sure the fried pollen Typhae in your prescription has been stolen? What evidence do you have? "

Yu se looked back at the mortuary, "I saw Zhu Hong's body, and her body can prove it."

"Er, Yu se, you still want to deny that there is something wrong with your prescription. Zhu Hong's body can only prove that she was poisoned by your medicine." In the crowd, a person crowded to Zhu Gang's side and criticized him.

Yu se bit her lip. It would be nice to get the residue of Zhuhong's decocted medicine at this time. She could prove her innocence.

Unfortunately, when she arrived at the mortuary, she and Mo Jingyao were found. Some people were waiting for her to come here, and then they directly caught her.

But she couldn't help coming.

Zhu Hong's death, she must find out the cause of death.

For myself, but also for the red.

She is innocent. Zhu Hong is innocent.

And it's a victim.

"Yes, she poisoned Zhu Hong, killed people to pay for her life, owed money, took the metaphor away and took it away.""Take away Take away... "

The crowd at the scene yelled the same slogans, one voice higher than another, all of them were Zhu Gang's people who denounced and compared colors.

Moreover, it is possible to get out of control at any time.

At this moment, it is impossible for plain clothes to stop these radical people.

They are so excited that they want to avenge Zhu Hong and send Yu se to the Bureau.

The color of the forehead exuded thin and dense sweat, she really did not expect that she was kind to treat a person, the result was pushed to the crest of such a storm.

He also implicated Mo Jing Yao.

"Shut up, you all shut up. Metaphor is a good child. She won't hurt people." In the crowd, only Su Muxi spoke for her.

However, only one person's voice can not suppress so many people's voices.

But even if it can't be suppressed, sumuxi has been clarifying metaphors, insisting on not believing that metaphors are murderers.

Absolutely unconditional trust.

However, they are few to many, and the scene may be out of control at any time.

And if it gets out of control, it must be metaphor that gets hurt first.

"Metaphor is that you killed Zhu Hong. So many people have identified you. You'd better obey the law." Zhu Gang clenched his fist tightly. If it wasn't for the people around him who held him, he would have made a direct hand to Mo Jingyao.

"Kill her, kill her."

"Kill her."

The crowd became more and more excited, and the shouts became louder and louder.

Yu se knew that something would happen sooner or later, so she whispered to Mo Jingyao: "let me go with plain clothes. They won't do anything to me. You will protect me in the future, won't you?"

"No Mo Jingyao stood firmly in front of the metaphor, but did not agree.

"They are too many to fight."

"Wait."

The word Mo Jingyao was confused for a moment, but he didn't understand what he meant.

However, she had no chance to ask Mo Jingyao.