As a script crew, I don't understand you very well.

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He sighed inwardly.

Because of you, so...

It's all worth it.

He laughed at himself inwardly.

Really, when has the inhuman body been so emotional.

It's just that it is heartbreaking for someone who has always been cold-hearted to have true feelings.

The tea-haired little girl's tears had already filled her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands to keep herself from whimpering.

Sister... Can I really, can I hug you again?

【Damn, the family members were in tears】

——

Here, the suspect himself made a vigilant voice.

"Brother, the policeman over there is very suspicious. He seems to be looking at us all the time..." Vodka looked at the curly-haired police officer over there, slightly vigilant, "Wait, wait, brother! That policeman is coming!"

Gin lit a cigarette, stopped the hand that was about to open the door of the Porsche 356A, and turned to look at the police officer who was walking this way.

I don't have such a person in my impression, and I haven't seen all kinds of materials. They should be ordinary police officers who don't know their existence.

But the behavior of the other party is as if he has heard or seen him somewhere, but if this is the case, he should know his identity. As a policeman, he definitely shouldn't have this attitude...

Gin narrowed his eyes, and a storm surged in his dark green pupils.

Whereabouts are impossible to tell (Cindrella:?), so this officer...

Tsk, in this place, it's a bit troublesome to deal with.

Gin rubbed Beretta in his arms with a stern look.

Matsuda Jinping is getting closer and closer to the killer.

Just when Matsuda was about to hit GG(?)——

Qin Jiu suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked at the bag that the policeman was showing after the car drove away half of his body, and fell silent.

The killer with strong sniping ability has excellent eyesight, and can easily see the pattern and name of the cake shop printed on it.

Gin: ...

Got it, it's because it's related to Cinderella.

He casually pinched out the cigarette, and said lightly into the vodka: "It should be related to that brat. There is a high probability that we don't know our identities. It's just that the brat pushed something on me."

Vodka: [Big brother, big brother, you are conscious.jpg]

Matsuda Jinpei turned his wrist slightly, and walked in front of the two of them, hesitant.