Chapter 809 It’s not her blood on the clothes
The policewoman frowned and looked at the girl sitting there with complicated eyes, who seemed to be nothing special. She paused again on her delicate and excessive face and said : "The first thing you should do is call the police instead of fighting them with bare hands."
A girl was beaten by several gangsters, and the last few gangsters were beaten until they fell to the ground and whined... They had only seen this kind of scene in police movies. How had they ever encountered this kind of thing in real life!
The policewoman really couldn't figure out how she, a weak and weak girl, could do it.
"It was too late." Qiao Nian had a good attitude. He looked at her with black eyes, a little casual, but not uncooperative. He gave her face: "I will try my best next time."
I'll try my best next time!
Policewoman:……
People didn't dislike her, so why did she feel like she couldn't answer the conversation? Is it an illusion? ? ? "I know that the situation was very dangerous at that time. You might not have time to call the police, but the other person had a murder weapon in his hand, and you were alone. If you didn't have time to call the police, you could ask for help from the onlookers. There are so many people at the hospital entrance. It's better than fighting with a few people alone..." What the policewoman said seemed to make sense.
Qiao Nian didn't say a word or refute her. She just lowered her eyes, which contained little emotion, cold and dry.
At this moment.
Cai Gang, who was walking diagonally forward, called her name: "Miss Qiao!"
Qiao Nian raised her head, but before she paid attention, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her up. She checked her up and down carefully and said in a cold voice: "Where is it hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?"
The man had a faint smell of mint, and there was also the smell of cigarettes, but the smell of cigarettes was very light, which showed that he rarely smoked.
Ye Wangchuan is here.
Qiao Nian still had the aura of a boss, but he was obviously not as cold as before: "No, I'm not injured." "..." Jiang Li also came. He originally wanted to rush over immediately, but was pushed aside and even looked at him. Sandu was faster than him and squeezed to the front. He was quite depressed, but he was more concerned than anything else. He could understand the situation clearly and didn't make any fuss as usual.
Ye Wangchuan pinched her left wrist again, his eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse: "You're not injured, why are there blood on your clothes."
Qiao Nian lowered her head and saw a lot of blood splattered on her black hoodie. Because the clothes she was wearing were black, the blood was not obvious and you couldn't tell without looking carefully.
She raised her eyelids. Her eyelids were thin and her pupils were eye-catchingly black. She pulled down the brim of her hat and said in a calm tone in front of several people: "Oh, that. It's the blood of the people who fought with me. Maybe I didn't notice it. , accidentally got it on me.”
Ye Wangchuan checked her carefully again to confirm that Qiao Nian was not injured, then narrowed his eyes and asked Cai Gang lazily: "Director Cai, where are those people?"
Cai Gang had climbed up a level some time ago and was a figure in the city. The policewoman had never seen anyone talk to the chief like this.
Her heart tightened and she subconsciously looked at Ye Wangchuan and his party.
The man has an extraordinary air about him, and almost no need to ask, everyone knows that he is not without background.
She looked to the side again and saw Gu San, and when she saw Jiang Li again, her temples jumped twice, and she clenched the notepad in her hand.
Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Li!
It can’t be that big star!
When she looked at Qiao Nian again, her eyes changed. She originally thought that this was an incident involving ordinary young people making trouble for high school students. But now she saw that things were not simple on the surface, but deep inside...
(End of chapter)