Seven Evil Slips:

Going to Fallen Street again, there is a casserole restaurant at the entrance of the street. I arrived first at 13,000, picked up a table and sat down, thinking that since Ma Chao was my appointment, I should pay for it myself.

He took out his wallet, flipped through the notes inside, and murmured in his heart: It's unbelievable to say it, I can't imagine that today, I would actually spend money on that poison...

I don't know why, I'm a little embarrassed to call Kiyo a "poisonous woman".

Ma Chao arrived soon, with surprise on his face that he could eat for free, and his tone was extremely warm: "Brother Jiang, why did you think of inviting me to dinner?"

13,000 understated: "I'm done, I'm leaving in two days, I want to get to know each other, so I call you out for a meal and a chat."

Ma Chao couldn't help being overjoyed. He said he was embarrassed, but he didn't hesitate at all. He ordered the most expensive seafood casserole. Fortunately, the restaurant is small, and it's not too expensive.

The casserole was served, and the seafood soup was boiling in the pot. The cheap seafood gathered in the pot. Ma Chao took a spoon and turned the soup over and over again, and the steaming heat floated in front of his eyes.

10,000 points to the empty table next door: "Coincidentally, the people at this table were talking about the case on the bridge..."

He lowered his voice: "They said they had already caught that woman, and told her to run away."

Ma Chao put a fish ball in his mouth and gasped hotly: "I've also heard that many people say that she knows martial arts, and that she can jump from such a height as the third floor without any problems."

Thirteen thousand words beat him with words: "Then you be careful."

Ma Chao couldn't understand: "What am I worried about?"

13,000 leaned forward, and said meaningfully: "She killed someone, you are a witness, you want to testify against her, she is now on the run, and she has a lot of kung fu—what do you say to be careful?"

Ma Chao laughed in shock: "Isn't it?"

Having said so, the uneasiness in my heart gradually increased, and my appetite slowly sank.

Thirteen looked at him carefully, and felt that his nervousness did not appear to be faking.

Ma Chao found a reason for himself: "At that time, there was no one else on the bridge except me and her. If she wanted to kill people to silence her, she just did it? Since she let me go, it means she didn't want to kill me, right?"

He looked at Thirteen eagerly, hoping to hear an affirmation from him.

13,000 said: "But why did she let a witness go? It doesn't make sense. After all, killing one is killing, and killing two is killing."

Ma Chao was taken aback by his question, and he was also a little confused, so he said to himself: "It's also..."

Taking advantage of his confusion, 13,000 asked a heavy question: "I heard that the police found you the next day based on another eyewitness's description—why didn't you call the police?"

Ma Chao stared blankly at 13,000.

That day, when the police came to the door, he hadn't woken up yet. He was nestled on the bed. After being woken up, he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly screamed: "My friend, my friend was ordered to be killed!"

The policeman's face became serious all of a sudden. After learning about the situation, he also asked him, why didn't he call the police?

He stammered and replied: "I don't remember.

His mind was buzzing, and he didn't make sense of what he said. The policeman gave him a sympathetic look. Later, on the way to Zheng Shuiyu Restaurant in a police car, the two policemen were still chatting in front of him. , look scared, my mind is confused.

Don't remember? Scared out?

This answer is really outrageous, and I said ten thousand and three hearts: "Little boss, little boss, you really shouldn't have run away from the Public Security Bureau at that time."

Ma Chao's "I don't remember" is obviously not convincing. Although the police will not pursue it for the time being, they may not investigate further in the future-but Kiyo's running away is really tantamount to confirming the crime: Ma Chao didn't run away Well, if you are not guilty, why are you running?

One thousand three decided to hold on to this problem.

"It's unreasonable. You are a big brother who protects a group of younger brothers. You are not that timid. Your friend was pushed off the bridge by a woman. You should swing your arms to stop her? Even if you run away , so that you won’t be so frightened that you don’t even report to the police.”

Ma Chao stared at Yi Wan's opening and closing mouth with distracted eyes, his head suddenly hurt badly, and a fragmented scene flashed before his eyes.

——Zhang Tong held his trousers, looked around, and muttered: "Where are you going to pee?"

——I was dizzy from drinking, and pointed to the bridge fence with a smirk: "Well, then, go to the river to pee. This river leads to the waterworks, so that everyone in the county can taste your urine..."

The veins on Ma Chao's forehead were bulging, and cold sweat gradually seeped from his temples.

13,000 stared at him and chased after him: "You are talking."

Ma Chao's lips moved, and the scene reappeared like a nightmare.

——Zhang Tong climbed up the bridge railing, his fat body was always unable to use his strength, so he called him for help.

——"Brother Ma, please help, please, let me stand up..."

——I sneered and went to hold Zhang Tong's butt...

Having a splitting headache and dripping with cold sweat.

No, it's not like this, another scene suddenly squeezed in.

——I urged Zhang Tong to go back. Zhang Tong stood up unsteadily, holding the zipper of his crotch, and said, "Wait for me to pee, where is the toilet?"

——Zhang Tong used both hands and feet to climb onto the bridge railing. He turned away laughing.

——Zhang Tong's horrified cry, he turned his head and saw Zhang Tong's bulky body fell under the bridge, and the girl who pushed him down slowly turned around...

"Ma Chao!"

With the sound of 13,000, Ma Chao shook his body, raised his head almost in horror, his face was pale.

With this reaction, almost 90% of the 13,000 people are sure of their guess.

He sneered and pressed on step by step: "Is it you, in fact, the one who murdered you, right?"

Ma Chao hissed: "No... I told the police, it was that woman...not me!"

At the end, he suddenly almost collapsed, reached out and grabbed the casserole on the table, and poured the pot and soup at 13,000, then kicked the stool away, turned and ran out the door.

San Wan hid a bit slower, half a pot of soup was poured on his right shoulder, and he didn't feel any pain, so he ran after him.

The store owner also chased after him, and jumped to the door: "Hey, give me money! No money!"

It's meal time, people are coming and going on the degenerate street, and the folding tables of many restaurants have been placed on the road in violation of regulations. There is a table on the side towards the center of the road.

The guests at that table screamed in terror, the legs of the table were unsteady, and the porcelain plates and pots of soup and water on it smashed to the ground. Holding one hand in the broken porcelain soup, countless porcelain pieces will poke into it.

Damn it! Ten thousand three felt the ruthlessness in his heart: I really don't believe it!

Yan San climbed up again and chased after Ma Chao. Seeing that Ma Chao was almost at the end of the street, he was about to enter the driveway in two steps. Actually a tiger pounced over.

With a thud, Ma Chao and others fell to the ground. Ma Chao struggled to sit up, but Wan Sanyi held his face with his hand, and the blood on his hand covered Ma Chao's face.

13,000 sneered: "I told you to run..."

Ma Chao screamed.

There is nothing more heartbreaking than this.

As for? Just bumped, just pressed his face.

Thirteenth was frightened by his shrill cry, and in a daze, Ma Chao suddenly turned him over, got up, covered his face, stumbled and ran.

Yan San, who fell down, looked up and saw the traffic lights flashing and changing at the height of the street intersection, like an ominous prophecy about to be written.

He yelled: "Ma Chao! Car! Car!"

It was too late, with the sound of sharp brakes, a truck rushed out suddenly, and due to the violent braking, the long body almost slid across the road.

Ma Chao's body, like a heavy piece of wood, drew an arc in mid-air, within Ten Thousand's sight, and landed heavily.

The person who was running desperately just now suddenly stood there.

Not quite, he was twitching, twitching all the time.

There were countless chaotic sounds, the cars on the road gradually stopped, and the road began to be blocked one after another, leaving only a large space where no one stepped in.

The crowd gathered around.

Thirteen took two steps towards Ma Chao.

Ma Chao looked at him, and a circle of fire bubbles ignited on his cheeks, as if the seafood casserole he threw just now didn't splash 13,000, but splashed himself.

He is still smoking.

Thirteen looked around in a daze, saw the cars parked all around, unexpectedly also saw Luo Ren's car, Luo Ren was getting out of the car, and Hong Sha who opened the door from the passenger side.

The whispering voices, the faces of inquiry.

Suddenly, there was a voice, I don't know where it came from, but it was said firmly, with a little righteous indignation.

"He pushed it."

The voice was quickly echoed: "It was he who pushed, that person, that person pushed! I saw it too!"

That person? who?

Facing countless arrow-like gazes, Yiwan suddenly realized that he was the so-called "that person"!

Thirteen felt that the blood all over his body rushed to his head, and shouted: "It's not me!"

These three words are so familiar.

Not long ago, Ma Chao just said that.

10,000 palms were hot, and the place where the broken porcelain poked was numb and itchy, Luo Ren and Yan Hongsha quickly squeezed into the crowd, Luo Ren bent down and squatted down to look at Ma Chao, Yan Hongsha was anxious Wringing his hands, he looked at 13,000, and then at the circle of strange and hostile people.

The traffic policeman came over and quickly explained something into the walkie-talkie. Ten thousand three saw a lot of people surrounding the traffic policeman. He didn't know what they were talking about. Then he stretched out his hand and poked his finger straight at him.

Damn it! not me! Said it wasn't me!

The huge panic was like a plastic wrap, suddenly covering the whole person, what he heard and saw was no longer real.

…

A woman stood outside the crowd, ordinary as any passerby who occasionally passed by to watch the excitement. But she was not keen to squeeze in, nor was she excited to rush to the people around her to inquire and marvel at what happened.

She looked at 13,000 with flat eyes.

Then, he turned and left, as if he was not interested in the excitement.

She wears a pair of half-flat high heels that have long been worn out. The red leather surface has been worn everywhere, and the color has also turned dark red. The glued part of the toe is patched with leather. You can see the patched lines on the edge of the palm for fixing.

Such shoes should have been thrown away long ago, even by poor families.