"What's wrong with the flower?"
"If we can find out who sent this flower, then our target can probably be narrowed down a lot."
Before Rayleigh could answer, Creel, who was standing at the door, spoke up.
"It's my daughter's teacher," Creel said. "I remember that I went to pick her up that day. She got in the car happily with this flower in her hand. She likes it a lot and said that the teacher gave it to her."
As Creel spoke, his body began to tremble.
"Is the person who sent this flower the murderer who killed my daughter?"
"I can't be sure, but it's very suspicious."
…
In a mansion, Marshall Griner had just returned home from work.
After busying himself for a while, he prepared dinner.
He liked his solitary life where no one would disturb him.
However, just as he was about to enjoy dinner …
The lights in the room suddenly went out.
Marshall Griner cursed under his breath.
He stood up to check the electric switch.
However, the moment he stood up, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and pushed him back to his seat.
Marshall Griner's heart tightened.
"You're Marshall Griner, right?"
"Sir, if there's anything valuable in the house, you can take it. Please don't hurt me," Marshall Griner said hurriedly.
At this time, there was a flower on his plate.
A wilted flower. Marshall Griner's pupils constricted.
"Very good. Looks like you know this flower."
"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." Marshall Griner's voice sounded forced.
"It's fine. I'm not here for evidence anyway."
"Sir, can we talk? How much do you want?"
Chen Zhao took out his phone. "Mr. Rayleigh, you can come in now."
Marshall Griner's expression changed once again.
Then he heard the sound of the door being kicked open violently.
Then, there were footsteps and the sound of a metal pipe being dragged.
Ryan Dion was dragging a metal baseball bat in his hand.
"Mr. Chen, are you sure it's him?"
"Yes. Even if it's not him, he's related to your daughter's death." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Mr. Rayleigh, please calm down. Don't listen to his nonsense."
Chen Zhao lifted one of Marshall Griner's arms. With a low growl, Rayleigh smashed the baseball bat down.
"Ah …"
Marshall Grinnell howled in pain.
It had to be said that the villa he chose was quite secluded.
There was no one living within a radius of several kilometers.
This would give him a comfortable life experience.
Of course, this also caused some unfavorable aspects.
For example, right now, he needed someone to hear his screams.
"Tell me, why? Isn't my little Mary cute enough? " Rayleigh Dion's face was ferocious and his veins were bulging. He raised the metal baseball bat again. "Tell me, why! Why?! "
Crack —
Marshall Grinnell's thigh was broken.
"She is an angel. Why would anyone hurt her? Why? Tell me why! "
Riley Dion used to live on the streets.
Therefore, he knew how to make people suffer more.
Suddenly, a wave of energy rippled out from Marshall Grindel's body.
Chen Zhao and Rhett both took two steps back.
Marshall Grimmer propped himself up in pain. His entire body was trembling slightly.
"Okay, I'll tell you why."
Marshall Grimmer's pained expression suddenly turned ferocious.
His facial muscles stiffened as if he'd injected too much Botox.
His pupils also showed an inhuman state.
His fingernails sharpened, and his limbs that had been broken were twisting in an inconceivable way before their joints were reconnected.
"Mr. Chen … He's …"
Chen Zhao walked up calmly. He grabbed the back of Marshall Grindel's neck and pressed him to the ground.
"He's just struggling," Chen Zhao said indifferently. "It's a useless struggle."
Marshall Grindel tried to climb up and fight back.
But he couldn't. Chen Zhao was too strong.
"Let's continue."
Seeing Marshall Grindel's transformation, Rhett Dion was even more certain that Marshall was the murderer.
He was even more certain that he was the murderer who killed his daughter.
There was no longer any hesitation in his actions.
Why?! " Bang!
Bang!
It had to be said that after demonizing, Marshall Grindel was even more resistant to beatings.
However, this didn't mean that he couldn't feel pain.
Rhett Dion was still very strong. He even used a metal baseball bat.
Even a demon's body could be injured.
"Who else apart from you? Tell me, who else? "
Marshall Grindel endured the pain. "Do you want to know? You know that you're on the verge of death. You don't know who you're facing. "
"I only know that I'll kill you demons with my own hands."
"Then why should I tell you?"
"If you tell me now, you can die more easily," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
"I'll tell you. Let me go."
Chen Zhao's finger slid across Marshall Grindel's skin and tore off a strip of flesh.
"I'll tear your body apart piece by piece. Trust me, I'm good at it."
Then came the cruel torture.
The entire process didn't last long.
Marshall didn't hide anything. At least, Chen Zhao got the information he wanted.
Marshall Grindel's superior.
Rhett Dion looked at the dying Marshall Grindel on the ground.
"How should we deal with this guy?"
"Hell is prepared for people like him," Chen Zhao said.
With that, Chen Zhao suddenly increased his strength.
Marshall Griner tried to struggle for a while, but he soon stopped moving.
"Mr. Rhett, are you satisfied with this result?"
"Are you going to that nest next?"
"Mr. Rhett, it's a supernatural battle next."
"I'll go with you." Rhett Dion took out his gun. "Look, I've even prepared this guy."
Chen Zhao shook his head with a smile. "Those guys don't eat this."
"Do you have anything that can kill these demons?"
"A baby holding a gun might hurt the baby, but it might also hurt itself."
"I'm not a baby. I've killed people before. Once, I met an arsonist in a fire. I doused him with gasoline and kicked him into the fire."
"I told you, it's too dangerous."
"Or maybe I should find the way myself."
Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. It would be more dangerous if he did.
It would be fine if he didn't find it, but if he did, or if he was discovered.
It would only put the couple in more danger.
"Fine. No matter what happens later, don't leave my sight. If you agree, I'll take you there."
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