Owl, Your Wife Has Dropped Her Waistcoat Again

The man with the pistol chuckled.

The laughter in Lin Mengyue's ears was particularly terrifying, as if the god of death came from hell to ask for his own life!

The man with the pistol slowly spit out a few words, "Lin Mengyue, you are so timid."

When she heard this familiar voice, Lin Mengyue's face suddenly turned pale, and she stared at Wen Jiuqing with wide eyes, "Wen Jiuqing, it's actually you, you act like a ghost at night!"

Wen Jiuqing sat beside the bed, leaned over and looked at Lin Mengyue with a sneer, "Why, I've done too many bad things, and I'm afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

Wen Jiuqing said, and pressed the pistol to Lin Mengyue's forehead again.

Lin Mengyue was a little cowardly at this point, swallowed her saliva, her eyes were full of horror, "Wen Jiuqing...you...take this thing away...do you know...killing is against the law...!"

Although Wen Jiuqing kept a smile on his lips, the smile did not reach his eyes.

The corners of Wen Jiuqing's lips twitched slightly, and she didn't know where to take out a dagger.

Then she grabbed Lin Mengyue's arm and put the dagger on Lin Mengyue's wrist, a bloodthirsty arc evoked at the corner of her mouth, "I didn't kill anyone, you cut your wrists to commit suicide, what's the matter with me?"

Lin Mengyue was about to be scared to death now!

Lin Mengyue glanced at the classmate next to the bed, and just exclaimed, "Zhang..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Jiuqing's cruel and ruthless voice, "You can shout, but I can guarantee that when they wake up, what they see is not a person, but a cold corpse. Besides, what do you think? Can I come in quietly, but I can't get out of it?"

Wen Jiuqing threw away Lin Mengyue's arm, her eyes cold as if she was looking at a dead man.

Lin Mengyue's eyes were full of shock, and she swallowed unconsciously, "Wen Jiuqing...you...what do you want to do?!"

Wen Jiuqing is a devil, a devil!

Wen Jiuqing's voice was particularly cold, "From now on, what do I ask, what do you answer, understand?"

Although Lin Mengyue was very unwilling, she nodded sharply, "Understood...Understand!"

Wen Jiuqing nodded with satisfaction, but didn't take the pistol away, "When did you and Shen Wanting start fighting each other?"

Lin Mengyue was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be puzzled, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Wen Jiuqing sneered, and reached out and patted Lin Mengyue's face, "Lin Mengyue, do you think I don't know what you did?"

Lin Mengyue's face was pale and she gritted her teeth, "I really don't know what you are talking about!"

The corners of Wen Jiuqing's lips twitched slightly, and she said with a smile, "I haven't told the truth yet, eh? It's really not good. It seems that you have to give you some pain before you can tell the truth."

Lin Mengyue widened her eyes in horror, not knowing what she meant by giving her pain.

Could it be that she is going to shoot herself?

Just as Lin Mengyue was thinking about it, she saw Wen Jiuqing shoot a vase on the floor of the dormitory!

Because the gun was equipped with a silencer, the classmates in the dormitory just turned over, but did not wake up.

Lin Mengyue looked at the broken vase and was so frightened that she burst into tears, "I said... I'll be honest, yes... It's Thursday afternoon...!"

The result has been known for a long time, so Wen Jiuqing didn't have much fluctuation in his heart.

Wen Jiuqing put the muzzle of the gun on Lin Mengyue's forehead again, and asked coldly, "Who drew whom?!"

Lin Mengyue said with a quivering mouth, "Yes... she found me."

Wen Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, "You dare to lie?"

Lin Mengyue hurriedly waved her hand, "No no no... It's really me that she's looking for!"