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Chapter 9 I'm Not a Murderer

"Lin Xining!" There was a cold reprimand from behind, sir quickly grabbed my raised wrist, and stared at me sharply and coldly, like a ferocious beast in the forest.

"Sir, why are you here?" I grabbed my wrist and looked at him suspiciously.

Sir frowned his resolute brows, pursed his lips and still stared at me indifferently, "Lin Xining, what are you doing!"

"Ah?" I finally broke free from my wrist, looked puzzled at the Swiss Army knife in my hand, and smiled at him, "I just want to peel an apple."

My hand slammed down, but was caught by sir again, and he smiled coldly, "You're telling ghosts!"

Feeling the severe pain in my wrist, I feel very wronged, "Sir, you scratched me!"

"Really?" He squeezed my wrist tightly, causing me pain and let go of the saber in his hand, suppressing me, and took out the silver and cold handcuffs from his pocket.

Sir. . .He was wearing handcuffs? !

Pressing me hard on the bed, he sneered expressionlessly, "I have been investigating the disappearance case in Meishan Village since seven years ago, and I didn't find you until a few months ago, but I don't know Do you have the physique to bring disasters, many cases in the past few years can be related to you..."

Seeing the handcuffs close to my wrist, I began to struggle violently, just kidding, I don't want to go into that ghost place!

"Let go, let me go! Let me go! I don't know anything... let me go!" I even bit his arm hard with my mouth open.

"Don't worry, I won't send you in without conclusive evidence." The cold handcuffs restrained me, but he accidentally stroked my hair softly, "...I just want to know about your father !"

dad?

My eyes lit up, and I suddenly frowned and stared at him warily.

He pulled me up and sat on the sofa in front of the window, and stood directly opposite me, "I think it is necessary to introduce you again. My name is Lin Changsheng, and I am the brother of your father Lin Changsong. I joined the army when I was 17, so I don’t see your father very often, but your father always writes to tell me about his condition. He stopped sending a letter 20 years ago, and I didn’t know much about it when I was on a mission. I care...I didn't know what happened to him until the army gave me permission to go home to visit my relatives seven years ago..."

My pupils shrank, and I never thought that my father had brothers. . .

"Let's go!" Before I could react, he suddenly said something to me.

"Where are you going?" I staggered to follow his footsteps.

"Meishan Village."

"But..." I looked back at Dongzi who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Sir came back and pulled me, and waved the confiscated saber, "Do you want him to know that you are a murderer?"

"I'm not a murderer!" I growled back ferociously, the moment I looked at him, my expression suddenly changed, my lips trembled pale, "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about? Sir, why are you handcuffing me? Did I do something wrong? I...I don't want to carry it..."

I yelled in grievance, and blurted out inexplicable words, "It wasn't me who did the wrong thing, it was Lin Xi'an!"

He suddenly turned his head and stared at me with sharp eyes. Those dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through my heart and look directly at all my hidden secrets, but I really don't know anything!

Just when that oppressive aura made me shudder, he narrowed his eyes and looked at me, "Who is Lin Xi'an?"

"Huh? I..." I shrank my neck in fear, turned my eyes left and right, and dared not look directly at him.

Sir didn't say anything more, he withdrew his persuasive gaze and walked ahead.