MTL - Reincarnation – Lord is Extremely Hardcore-Chapter 142 v94 Crushed

Mu Rulan didn't know what Joey thought. She originally wanted to ask Mo Qianren to help her tie her hair. When she came to the door, she heard Joey say something about Steve Cullen. Mo Qian, "Who is Steve Cullen?"

Mo Qianren stared at Mu Rulan's feet wearing his slippers. The contrast in size seemed to make her feet more and more small and cute. Please use to visit this site.

"A masochist." Mo Qian humanely. It was a lunatic who had killed everyone who tried to stop his masochistic behavior. This incident was reported by local newspapers. As long as in California, almost no one knew the case and this person.

Mu Rulan thoughtfully, was pushed into the room by Mo Qianren, and then closed the door gently.

Joey stared at Mo Qian's movement, and slowly stretched his hand over the pillow, "amon, give it back to you."

Mo Qianren glanced at the pillow that Joey was hugging and grasping, and said disgustedly, "Wash me clean."

"..." Sure enough, that cleanliness really depends on people? !!

...

Mu Rulan's luggage was sent by the people at the checkpoint. She wore a chiffon dress and let Mo Qianren ponytail her, exposing a delicate and beautiful face, and then followed Mo Qianren. floor.

This is the first floor.

The body had been checked, and the staff of the medical department of the Cohen Psychiatric Hospital in white robes saw Mo Qian and reported nonsense: "There are many injuries on the body, cheeks, thighs, waist, arms, total There were thirteen traces of minced meat found in the cracks of his nails, among which the fatal wound was the tongue. The tongue was chewed and swallowed by himself ... "

The Moqian people do not need to be responsible for the life of every prisoner in the hospital, because if the perverted creature wants to die, the terrible means cannot be prevented at all, like the one that is dead now.

The reason why there is no defense at all is that few perverts will commit suicide. Their distorted superiority, self-confidence, and egoism cannot drive them to end their lives, even real masochism. Steve Cullen carefully disinfected himself after the masochism, and he would not get the terrible pleasure that ordinary people imagined in this twisted way again after the body recovered.

This kind of thing happens now because he is not Steve Cullen, but he thinks he is Steve Cullen, so he subconsciously masochistic, and finally killed himself.

This is obviously a murder case, and the murderer is the former director of the Cohen Psychiatric Hospital, Hans.

The tall staff member, Stewart, thought he was Steve Cullen because of the psychological hint of Hans.

"It's a pity. I wanted this beautiful little angel to help me tell the poor worm this sentence." Hans shrugged his shoulders regretfully, as if he hadn't killed someone. It's the humble and courteous who saved someone but didn't feel like they deserved praise.

He was still sitting dignifiedly on the chair like that, and on the desk was an Italian philosophy book called "Still Time". The eyes of Bitan reflected the Mo Qian people standing in front of the cell, looking weird, The smile on the corner of the lips is gentle and courteous.

Mo Qian's indifferent eyes became cold.

The smile on Hans' lips deepened, and he shook his head. "Well, you should kill her amon. The weakness will make you lose."

"The difference between you and me is that you are always weaker and stupid than me." Mo Qianren replied coldly.

The smile on the corner of Hans' lips became cold, and his eyes became more and more strange.

Fifteen years ago, Mo Qian was ten years old and Hans was twenty-four years old. He was surrounded by a pure and sweet girl. The girl was also a key point in promoting and assimilating Hans. She was Hans' first victim, and she had slept in a crystal coffin so quietly and quietly before Hans was captured, and she would never wake up.

"Put away your thoughts." Mo Qianren said coldly and indifferently, but the indifferent but sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through all the illusions but the cold and terrible, invisible, the irresistible oppression shrouded the entire floor.

Inside the first floor of the whole floor, the silent needle can be heard even when it is dropped to the ground.

In the two cells nearest to Hans's isolation cell, two perverts quickly wrapped themselves in a quilt. It's so cold, the boss really exploded.

"What if I don't?" Hans said stiffly for a while.

"I will send you to the third floor." Mo Qianren said lightly. The female prisoner area on the third floor is most annoying for these perverts on the first floor. In the face of each female lunatic, there is no way to sleep, and they will not even quietly listen to them. A word!

"Don't you want to know the answer you've been looking for for more than ten years?" Hans has no fear. What kind of temper is Mo Qian? He has been studying for so many years. He is studying his weaknesses. Let him die ... and the death of Mo's father has always been an unforgettable scene in his life. The murderer must also be spared.

The hatred of the father was not shared, not to mention how he saw his father die miserably in front of his eyes. It is the most unfortunate thing for normal people to see that kind of thing not go crazy.

The Mo Qian people turned around and were about to leave. Hearing the words of Hans, he paused, "I will always find it."

The footsteps gradually moved away, and the perverts in the two cells watched Mo Qianren leave. No sound was heard. There were always a few days each month when the former King Cohen and the current King Cowan were fighting, but they all knew There is a big difference between Hans and Mo Qian. Mo Qian is stronger and more determined and cold than Hans. Hans has always tried to give him a psychological hint, and he was prompted to go back every time. They cancel each other out and have no effect.

Compared to Hans, Mo Qian is a true king.

Hans looked at the figure of Mo Qianren out of sight, his lips suddenly twitched and looked strangely twisted, "Hehehehe ..."

That ’s why he wants to bring in my dear amon. He really, really, really wants to see the kind of scenery he set off. Amon is better than him to survive in this circle. He is not mentally ill, but The psychopath is more confident, charismatic, fearless, self-centered ... and most importantly, his apathy and coldness.

He will never forget that a boy who was under ten years old with blood in his hands and walked out of a house surrounded by fbi with fierce hands, his face was calm and terrible, his small body shivered slightly, but no one was needed. Support. Behind him were the pervert who was almost killed by him, and his father who had been separated. How can such a person not make him feel excited and interesting? How good is it to be mentally ill? No need to suppress, never feel pain, do whatever you want, he should become a mentally ill, he should!

Mu Rulan was sitting in Mo Qianren's office with her face in her arms, staring at the time on the wall ticking and ticking, counting how long Mo Qianren has been down. Mo Qianren would not let her go to the prison below—how could she be allowed to go to that kind of place, it would not be allowed at all.

Joey was also punished by Mo Qiang to wash the public toilet in Cohen because he let Mu Rulan go yesterday.

When Mo Qianren entered the office, she just hung up her mobile phone. When she raised her eyes, she saw a pair of thin mists, but still so quiet and beautiful eyes, and even time was attached to her unwillingness to leave. Like, everything in that world is so slow and quiet.

He was almost lost, but fortunately he was pulled back by reason.

"I didn't finish it." Mo Qianren looked at the milk and breakfast that Mu Rulan had brought over from the table. At this time, half of the milk was left, half of the bread was left, and half of the ham was left. Tossing all night, she is not hungry?

Mu Rulan laughed, her eyes bent into a beautiful crescent, and she said softly, "Give you something."

Mo Qiang's eyes froze, and beautiful waves rippled in the indifferent eyes, "Leave it to me?"

"Well." He's been dealing with this and that since he got up. It looks really busy. He didn't drink any water.

"……Thank you."

Here it is again, the same feeling, the heart is full, but the heavy but unparalleled happiness, but can't reach out and grab it, it has been there forever ...

He probably understood why Hans wanted to kill the beloved woman, because it was so fascinating. He was afraid that it would disappear and that she would fall in love with other people and give this kind of thing to others. He couldn't feel it, so he finally chose to retain this feeling in an extreme way.

Only in the view of Mo Qian people, this is a stupid and extremely cowardly performance. If he is confident enough, how can he worry about guarding this seemingly fragile relationship, but in fact he can be so strong that he can't cut it off? Mo Qianren trusts Mu Rulan, just as he trusts himself.

Schmidt has already finished eating three or two times, and he is here to take Mo Qian to a rural town over Los Angeles to deal with the perverted murder yesterday. When he saw Mu Rulan, Schmidt did n’t Without exception, the same reaction as Joey appeared, but as a member of the fbi, he was obviously easier to calm down and rationalize. Although after learning that this is Mo Qian's fiancee, and seeing the quiet but very harmonious and sweet relationship between the two, they opened their mouths to fit a big duck egg.

"Did I disturb you?" Mu Rulan asked apologetically when he learned that Mo Qian was going to handle the case. He came eagerly, but forgot that Mo Qianren's work was busy, and he might delay and disturb him.

"No. I'm glad." Mo Qianren said lightly, holding her hand.

"Can I go with you?"

Before the Mo Qianren talked, Schmidt was anxious to speak out, for fear that Mo Qianren's spoiled wife really promised, "Fbi case, you can't ..."

"Do you want to go somewhere? I'll send you there and pick you up in the afternoon?" Mo Qianren gave Schmidt a cool look and asked Mu Rulan.

"Okay." Mu Rulan nodded cleverly, looking like a cat sitting in a chair obediently in front of an outsider.

Schmidt's expression changed instantly, a bit like a wretched groan ...

...

Mu Rulan got out of the car at Universal Studios Hollywood. Along with her, there were two Mo Qian people's bodyguards used to protect Mu Rulan. Both were trained soldiers and fbi sent to protect Mo Qian people.

He wanted to protect her, but not to break her wings and hide under his wings, but to give her a wider sky and let her fly freely.

Can't go to Mo Qian to handle the case, Mu Rulan doesn't think there is anything. It would be abnormal if he could go.

Summer is just the best time to travel to Los Angeles. Compared to playing with a lot of people, I like to enjoy everything quietly and slowly. Mu Rulan feels just right, and the two bodyguards in the back keep with her. For a certain distance, she would not have the discomfort of being stared at all.

Wearing a large big hat and sunshade, and wearing a pair of black sunglasses, even in such an unfamiliar place, she is like a fish in the water, as if walking in the clouds, with a smile on her lips. Gentle and cheerful, but just beside her, she felt happy as if infected.

...

The black car was parked in a remote and uninhabited area of ​​the town. An open sewer on the side of the road was surrounded by yellow adhesive strips. The members of the fbi ’s human behavior group responsible for this case stood by the side. .

When Mo Qiang got out of the car, Ai Meilin stepped forward before anyone else who reported the situation to Mo Qianren. "The body found at 7.19 this morning, it is initially determined that the time of death was yesterday night. From ten to eleven, the method of committing the crime is exactly the same as before. The fatal injury is also a serious blow to the head and brain damage ... "

The Mo Qian people didn't say anything. They walked to the corpse that had just been picked up for a while, unlike the previous one, because she was still fresh and not corroded, so the rotten sludge was not treated. It must be checked before it can be cleaned up.

Ai Meilin immediately handed over a pair of plastic gloves.

They did not immediately move the corpse back and guarded the scene, just waiting for Mo Qian to come, he can always see through what others can't see, he can always make clues, he is amon, no one in the special academy does not admire The person who worships is also her idol!

The Mo Qianren took the gloves and put them on, squatted down and began to check. He always started from the place that was most easily overlooked, and then used clues and answers from other small things that others seemed useless.

A group of people stared closely at the movement of Mo Qian. ...

China. Hong Kong.

The college entrance examination has just ended, and the results have not yet come out. The girls who should have come to Hong Kong every summer have boarded an ocean plane this year and flew to the United States in an impatient manner.

Ke family.

Ke Changhuang, who just knew Mu Rulan flew to the United States, suddenly hit the ground with a cane, sitting on the sofa with a sharp axe, "Huh! It's not a big girl to stay in, so I don't know if I have come to Hong Kong for a few days before taking a vacation!" "

Ajitsu Junko smiled and stripped him of a falling orange. He deliberately said, "Hong Kong has been playing twice a year, and I have been tired of playing it for a long time."

Ke Changhuang immediately looked at it seriously, "Are you tired of it?"

Yajiu Junko peeled another orange and ignored him, and Ke Changhuang immediately leaned over to look at her, then hummed and gave her a sideways look, "Last time I told you to take you to Sanya and turn you around ..."

Well, it sounds a little bit resentful.

Ajitsu Junko should not tell him that when she was young, she felt that heaven was where he was, and it is still the case today. Don't make him too complacent, or you'll be overwhelmed by accident.

Akutsu Junko peeled another orange. Reached out and handed Ke Shiqing, who had been sitting silently, "Come, you've been a little bit angry recently. Some people don't drink herbal tea and eat more fruits that reduce fire."

Ke Shiqing looked up slightly, took the orange, "Thank you."

Ke Changhuang looked at Ke Shiqing, "has a problem recently?" Almost a month ago, Ke Changhuang confirmed Ke Shiqing's abilities and ambitions, and then left all of the Ke family's industry to him. He and Ajitsu Junko had so For many years, he will definitely leave Biyajizu Junko early. He missed too much in the past. He plans to compensate her to accompany her every day.

"No." Ke Shiqing responded gently, but it seemed a little bit floating, and the black fringe blocked his eyes, making people look unclear.

"You have been absent-minded recently?" Ajitsu Junko asked with concern, not knowing when it started, and Ke Shiqing's state was always a little bit floating.

"It's okay." Ke Shiqing stood up. "It's just a little tired. I'll go up first."

Looking at the figure of Ke Shiqing going upstairs, Ajitsu Junko glared at Ke Changhuang, "Let you give it to him all at once, who doesn't have an adaptation process?"

Ke Changhuang snorted and his waist was straight. "I haven't come here to take up the burden at the age of fifteen. Is it still ridiculous that the Ke family can't hold up?"

Yajitsu Junko rolled his eyes, thinking about cooking some tonics for Ke Shiqing.

Ke Changhuang came together, "Let's go to Sanya for a vacation?"

"Don't go."

"France?"

"Don't go."

"..."

Ke Shiqing walked into the study, and the vases on the bookshelf reflected the gentle and jade face of the man, the bottomless eyes.

The phone on his desk, "Send me something ..."

He twirled his fingertips with a piece of paper drawn from a document on the desktop. The words of the hospital flickered as the paper shook, and he hung up the phone. He reached out and touched the delicate orchid in the vase on the table. The fragrance fluttered, his white fingers fiddled, and the next second, he suddenly crushed the flowers ...

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