"Look at it, these are the people he killed. You can see what his methods are?"

Zhou Litao looked at a stack of photos and put them in front of him.

There was a voice in my heart telling him not to look, don’t look.

But there was a strange desire in his mind, which made him feel the urge to see the truth.

So he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and pressed his finger on the photo.

You can see the cold whiteness of your fingertips.

Wang Wenbin looked at Su Qing with his little eyes as he asked.

Su Qing shook his head invisibly at him.

Zhou Litao's breathing was so heavy that it sounded.

After a while, he mustered up the courage to pick up the stack of photos.

Only after seeing the first one did he feel a little afraid to read it down.

The first photo is full of blood.

The woman lying on the ground was very young, but her eyes were still wide open.

Although it is a photo, it can still be seen that the fear, panic, begging for mercy and other emotions in the woman's eyes are entangled.

However, the woman's limbs were not connected to her body.

The broken mouth of one shoulder, the fresh flesh, and the white bones can be clearly seen in the photo.

Zhou Litao closed his eyes.

His hands were shaking a little.

But I still struggled to see the next photo.

The next photo shows the single woman's limbs.

In the photos further down, some of the corpses have rotted, and some have bones.

But without exception, all limbs were cut off.

Suddenly, Zhou Litao's head became numb.

He remembered that there were several times when he had disagreements with Wang Yanqing and the two of them had arguing. Every time at this time, Wang Yanqing looked at him in a dark way and put his hands behind him.

Damn...

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Chapter completed!