"Comrade police! I know where the murderer has escaped. That man, Jiang Xin, yes, that's him!"
"Sorry to bother you. Mr. Judge, according to the doctor's identification, the suspect suffers from sudden headache syndrome."
"Jiang Xin!"
Buzz——
"Stop pretending to be dead and go to the execution ground!"
Bang——
"Condemned prisoner No. 0718! Don't sleep, do you hear me?"
Haha - ah!
"Bang -" The sound of the gunshot came to Jiang Xin's mind again. He looked at the armed policeman in front of him and opened his eyes wide. Then, the screams and the sound of falling screamed in his head again. At this moment, his mind seemed to be a battlefield.
"It seems... Dead..."
"No, I'm out of breath! Call No. 7, Call No. 7!"
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In a rental house of less than 90 square meters, an old TV is playing:
"The next news for you is that the serial murderer Jiang Xin died mysteriously one day after his arrest. There was no wound on his body."
Jiang Xin... Is finally dead...
A man was leaning on the sofa, grinning cheerfully, like a child who got candy.