"Ah! I'm at work! It's all about Zhuangzhuang, who makes me chatting!!"

Zhuangzhuang:...your sister's...

"Speak serious!!"

"Yes! This dead bald head is the host of the super system. I can guarantee that he must be the owner of the golden smoke. He killed the squinting man. There is a four-dimensional golden grape bunch of thick fog behind him."

"How do you know he is 4-dimensional?"

"What Zhuangzhuang told me was a 4-dimensional small garbage."

Little trash... Carl Brian smiled silently: If he was Little trash, what were we? Fighting the Five Slags?

The radio intercom was released by the public, and all the battles in the house were heard...

The consequence of Avis's words - indirect offense, and the detectives who heard "little garbage" through the radio intercom.

Now, everyone wants to pull out the seedlings and help death - the tumor on their necks is twisted off.

"Okay, come back quickly, confirm the suspect, and arrest you immediately."
Chapter completed!