After the woman finished speaking, she was already crying, and her sad appearance made the rest of the police station feel sad.

You Hemei touched her chin and felt that there was no origin. First, Xu Wan was killed, and afterwards, she found the secret pavilion in the dance studio, and then Song Xiaoli called the police. Is all this a coincidence? There are so many clues today, which makes her a little flattered.

"Also, comrade policeman, my daughter said that a little girl she knew was also in the hands of the murderer. She seemed to be surnamed Yang, and often followed the murderer..." The woman touched the tears on her face, raised her eyebrows, drooping the corners of her mouth, and wet eyes. At this time, a person's name flashed in You Hemi's mind: Yang Yuqing.

"Is that little girl your daughter's classmate? Is it Yang Yuqing?" You Hemei ran to the woman excitedly. The woman was startled by the excited You Hemei, and nodded like a mechanical one with a dazed eyes: "Yes, how do you know?"

With a bang, You Hemi suddenly remembered something in her head, turned around and took the information she had searched before, staring at the information she was looking for, and finally stopped on Xu Wan, Song Xiaoli and Zhao Anan.

"Qin Zhan, do you think the person who killed Xu Wan is the same person as the murderer who kidnapped these girls?" You Hemei put down the information in her hand and stared at Qin Zhan with a sharp look.

Qin Zhan was staring at him a little strange. The woman next to him could clearly feel that the air around him condensed into ice, which made people breathe hard: "Well, police officer, you must find my daughter, my daughter..."

The next thing is to say, like some ordinary parents, who say the same thing to save the child. Qin Zhan ignored the sadness of this mother, stood up and stood side by side with You Hemei, and also stared at the list of personnel together.

"If it weren't for the same person, why didn't the man kill the others?"

After Sun Ping returned to the abandoned factory, her injuries had not healed yet. In addition, the new injuries she had beaten by Yang Bojian before were now bruised on her arms, arms, and thighs.

Song Xiaoli was holding a bowl of warm water and holding a medicine box in her hand, approaching Sun Ping: "Auntie, take the medicine." Her fear could not be heard at all in her calm voice.

"His he and Yuqing both went out?" Sun Ping took it, and she was so weak that she was dozens of times haggard.

Song Xiaoli and Sun Ping's hand trembled slightly when she mentioned the man's affairs, her eyes flashed, and she bit her lower lip. She saw the water cup and medicine box pull out of her hand and said, "Yes, they all... have gone out."

Sun Ping's eyes became much darker and nodded without saying anything. Song Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, dragging the chains on her feet back and forth, and the sound echoed in the room, which seemed extremely empty and terrifying.

Afterwards, Song Xiaoli hurried on the sofa in the corner, watching Sun Ping lying safely on the bed after drinking the medicine. Her closed eyes did not notice the phone, so she tightened a wire in her hand.

A few minutes later, after the breathing sound in the room was stable, Song Xiaoli slowly came to an abandoned room held by Zhao Anan. She looked vigilantly at the direction of the door and found that no one was back. So she used the iron wire in her hand to aim at the key opening with a gentle click, and the door opened.

Zhao Anan has been tortured by men for a long time. Since she was arrested here, Song Xiaoli learned that the person who betrayed her was Yang Yuqing. She chose such a way of living for survival, and she hated her!

Her fierce eyes were full of resentment. If it weren't for Yang Yuqing, she wouldn't have stepped on the edge of the cliff with one foot. She should be staying at home and watching the TV with her favorite mother and chatting about homework. Thinking of this, her dim eyes floated to Zhao An'an curled up in the corner.

So, Song Xiaoli walked slowly to Zhao An'an with difficulty and whispered: "An'an, how are you doing in An'an?"

Zhao Anan has been sexually assaulted by a man for many consecutive days. The dirty filth left on his body can never be washed away in his lifetime. Zhao Anan is now looking at the ground with unconscious eyes.

He hugged his arms with both hands, buried his entire head between his thighs. When he lowered his head, his messy hair buried his eyes below. At first glance, Song Xiaoli felt a little scared in her heart.

It has disappeared for many days, and the lively girl of the past has disappeared to her current appearance. Song Xiaoli has begun to worry about her departure.

"Zhao Anan, if you want to go out alive, you have to listen to me. If you want that guy who is inferior to the beast to get the retribution you deserve, you have to listen to me..." Song Xiaoli suddenly grabbed Zhao Anan's shoulder like crazy, and Zhao Anan was caught by her without any chance.

What do you do? She asked such a question in her lifeless eyes. Song Xiaoli curled her lips and approached Zhao Anan's ears: "I called my mother. I believe that people in the police station will find out here. The man's wife is sleeping like a pig now..."

But the next second, Zhao Anan suddenly rushed away as if he was crazy. A tall figure of a man was reflected in his panic eyes. Song Xiaoli's back chills and her heartbeats suddenly rapid.

"Oh? Is that right?" The man was behind Song Xiaoli. When Song Xiaoli turned around, he not only saw the man's obscene face, but also saw the monitor on the door: Oh my God, he discovered it!

"I knew you wouldn't worry about this damn thing!" With a snap, a crisp sound resounded throughout the empty room. At this moment, the atmosphere of fear was still filled with the crying sound of begging for mercy.

"I was wrong, I never dared again." Song Xiaoli's face was already swollen by the man's beaten red and swollen. Looking at the man's hand with blue veins bulging, the girl's trembling face began to twist: "Uncle, uncle, aunt still needs me, you...you can't..."

The man kicked the girl's stomach without waiting for the girl to speak, and kicked her on the wall with a sharp blow. With a violent blow, Song Xiaoli felt that her whole back was torn apart, and she wanted to die immediately.

She covered her stomach and kicked her feet from time to time to support herself, but the man still didn't give her a chance. She kicked the girl's legs with all her strength. She screamed, pulled out one hand to touch the direction of her legs, and tears were already flowing in her eyes.
Chapter completed!