An Qing's eyes swept over those people and found that the circles under their eyes were a little dark, and the flash of light in their eyes frightened An Qing.
"Little Hammer, you want revenge, why are you using these people?
Doing this will consume your Yin Qi.
Aren't you afraid that you will never be able to reincarnate again?"
An Qing looked at the eyes of those people and shouted tentatively. .
For a moment, all the family members of the victims who came to make trouble seemed to be frozen.
An Qing saw the small hammer standing outside the police station door in the gap in the crowd.
Still looking like a man or a dog, Xiao Hammer's somewhat red eyes were squinted, full of hostility, staring straight at Uncle Zhao who was sitting at the back of the police station, not even daring to raise his head. .
An Qing watched for a while and walked silently into the room.
She looked at Uncle Zhao who was sitting there and was trembling slightly and said: "Uncle Zhao, the body of Little Hammer has been found.
It will only be a matter of time before the truth of the matter is found out.
Don’t you want to say anything about what happened?
Don’t you think you should give an explanation to both the living and the dead?”
Uncle Zhao remained silent and gritted his teeth.
An Qing saw this and said angrily: "Using a black dog skin to imprison your son's soul, Uncle Zhao, you have done so many bad things, you are afraid that your child will take revenge on you."
Have you seen Little Hammer in these years?
Do you know what he was like after being harmed by you?
How many people he has harmed?
Go, go and take a good look at what you have done to your son.
"An Qing excitedly dragged Uncle Zhao towards the door.
"I don't want to see, I don't want to see, I don't want to see," Uncle Zhao muttered, falling back desperately for fear that An Qing would drag him away and leave the police station protected by Mr.
Guan.
"An Qing, An Qing, please pay attention."
The man named Xin came over and grabbed An Qing and shook his head, signaling her not to be so excited.
"Brother Xin, please go find a piece of red cloth and an umbrella," An Qing said angrily, his teeth itching with hatred as he looked at the old man named Zhao who looked unrepentant.
"Red cloth, there's it in the red layout.
I have an umbrella in my drawer.
If you want to use it, I'll get it for you right now."
When the man named Xin saw An Qing, he just said a few words, making the family members of the victims look like It was like a restraining spell had been cast on her.
When I heard that she wanted these things, I thought she was trying to make Old Zhaotou spit out some kind of trick, and he quickly agreed.
Soon a brand new red cloth and a half-worn umbrella were delivered to An Qing's hands.
Her kind of red cloth covered the shrine dedicated to Mr.
Guan with red cloth.
The old man named Zhao saw it.
After that, he looked directly at An Qing, his teeth chattering and said: "What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Do you have to help the dead deal with the living before you are willing to do it?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?
Then let me confront you.
I'm not helping the dead deal with the living.
I can't stand you, a living person, because you don't even have any sense of humanity."
An Qing scolded angrily. , took the umbrella and turned around and walked outside the police station.
"Stop her quickly, stop her quickly, she is trying to kill me, she will kill me."
Old Zhaotou stood up, stretched out his hands in the direction An Qing left, trying desperately to stop her, but unfortunately his hands were handcuffed.
He was sitting on a fixed chair on one side and couldn't move at all, so he yelled desperately at the policemen next to him.
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It's a pity that everyone who has seen Little Hammer's body has no good impression of Old Zhaotou, so no one paid attention to him even if he screamed, and no one listened to his words to stop An Qing. tgt ttrgt: