"He's a murderer, but there's someone else behind it!" Shen Cong said, pointing to the middle-aged uncle.

"Uh-huh...... Huh?" Wu Ming nodded, but was suddenly stunned, what is the point of this kind of déjà vu of the supporting role?

"You fart!" The middle-aged man scolded angrily and said: "I've been sleeping, how can I kill someone, and besides, I don't know her, what's the reason to kill her!"

Hearing the other party say this, the flight attendant didn't rush to make a move, staring at Shen Cong, as if waiting for the following.

At this time, most of the people in the carriage stood up, lying on their seats to pay attention to the situation here, only the literary young man in the tenth row did not care at all.

"You probably don't really know her, that's true. Shen Cong nodded, as if he was not surprised at all, and said again: "But it is a fact that you killed someone!"

"You ......

" "If I guessed correctly, your seat number should not be here." Before the middle-aged man could speak, Shen Cong looked at the other party and said word by word.

If everything is the same as he thinks, then this man is definitely not sitting here, but has chosen this place with a purpose.

Hearing Shen Cong's words, the middle-aged man suddenly paused, and there was no expression in his pupils full of dead silence, but his hands were clenched inexplicably.

"Hello, check your ticket!" said the flight attendant, who slid to the man's side, staring at the other party as if there was a miniature probe in his smart pupils.

The man hesitated, then reached into his arms with his left hand and groped. But Shen Cong's gaze under the mirror flashed with a fine light, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

After a while, the man took out his ticket, and Shen Cong and Wu Ming hurriedly stepped up.

Sure enough, the seat number on the man's ticket was in the seventh row, not the third row at all.

Seeing this, the conductor raised his head and stared at each other, and the ceiling at the top of the train opened a dark grid, and a pitch-black annular metal ring was inlaid inside.

"I just want to find a clean place to rest, if someone comes, I will give up my seat, don't they also sit in other seats!" The man pointed at Shen Cong and the golden shopkeeper and said angrily: "And he is the only thief in the entire carriage, the victim is obviously missing something on his wrist, plus the handbag that has been turned over, isn't this obvious enough!"

"What about the tools he used to kill?" Shen Cong immediately asked as soon as the other party's words fell.

"You ask me?" The man was angry: "How do I know! Maybe you are in a gang and help him hide it!"

"Couldn't it be hidden in your right hand?"

"You ......" Hearing this, the middle-aged man calmed down, and his emotions were no longer as excited as just now.

After laughing shamefully, the man said coldly: "So you doubted me with this!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man stretched out his left hand and rolled up the sleeve on his right arm.

When the wrist was exposed, everyone in the entire train was stunned.

It was empty, broken from the wrist, and the broken part didn't seem to have grown, and the wound was still hideous, but fortunately there was no blood oozing.

When his broken wrist was revealed, the middle-aged man lowered his head and said sadly: "Can't disabled people take the train?" I'm afraid that others will touch my wounds, can't I change to a cleaner place?"

"This ......"

All the people in the carriage were shocked, and their eyes when they looked at Shen Cong also changed, and there was a faint trace of unfriendly emotion.

Seeing everyone's strange expressions, Shen Cong was not surprised, and said words that shocked everyone word by word.

"What if the ulna in your forearm could be removed, and the end of it has been sharpened enough to be used as a tool for killing!"

the words startled a thousand waves, and the whole carriage suddenly boiled and ......

"What!Take out the ulna?"

"Can that thing be taken out?" "Can

it be sharpened!?"

Not only the other people in the carriage, but even Wu Ming was confused, he was indeed inspired by Shen Cong to test whether the middle-aged man did not have a right hand.

At that time, after rushing over to test it, it was indeed empty, and I was even thinking, how can a person without hands complete the killing?

"What nonsense are you talking about! Is it still possible for a human to take out the ulna!" the middle-aged man roared, and there was finally a trace of fear in his dead eyes.

"Hmph, do you know it yourself, the train was pitch black at that time, Wu Ming once saw an inexplicable creature crawling in the aisle of the carriage, at that time you had already taken out the ulna, after approaching the victim, you covered the other party's mouth with your left hand, and the ulna of your right arm pierced through the back of the opponent's neck, do you dare to turn out your right sleeve, there should be a lot of blood left by the victim!"

Although I don't know if the content of these words is true or not, if it is too difficult to remove the ulna in the performance, it is much easier to turn up the sleeve.

And

think about it carefully, because in winter, most people wear thick clothes, and it is difficult for blood to seep out, and middle-aged people have indeed always rolled up their sleeves, but they have never turned it outward, and it is not impossible to quietly erase the blood from their wrists later.

Could it be that someone could really take out the ulna? Is it still a human being? The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw a look of amazement in each other's eyes.

"Sir, please turn your sleeve up and take a look. The flight attendant rarely lost his smile, and his smart eyes were a little heavier.

"Hehe......" The middle-aged man didn't do it, because he knew what was inside his sleeve, and after sneering, he seemed to have given up the struggle, and said calmly: "I killed the people, and I also robbed the things, so you can arrest me."

As he spoke, as if resigned to his fate, he took out a golden bracelet from his pocket and threw it on the ground, making a "dang" sound.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly fell, and quickly pounced on the middle-aged man, just like the golden shopkeeper, a pitch-black metal ring was buckled around the other party's waist, and the other party's arm was also clamped.

As for the waist of the golden shopkeeper, it fell off on its own after restraining the middle-aged man, and then rose into the air and returned to where it was supposed to be.

The flight attendant didn't ask the other party to roll up his sleeves again, for her, none of this mattered, as long as the murderer could be caught, and even someone could take the blame.

"Want to confess?" Shen Cong looked up at the timetable on the train, there were still 15 minutes before Qingshan City, and then he turned to the flight attendant

and said, "He is just a murderer, but the real murderer is someone else!" "Hmm?!" The flight attendant was stunned, she had never heard this kind of statement, what does it mean that a murderer is not a real murderer?

"Hehe!" Shen Cong also realized that there seemed to be a sick sentence in his words, and smiled awkwardly and said: " I mean, he still has an accomplice, isn't he!", Shen Cong said, looking at the old man who was sitting in the ninth row, seat 9F.

That is, the uncle who had an extremely bad attitude just now and had a fierce light in his eyes.

Seeing the situation develop like this, the passengers in the carriage are numb, what kind of thriller is this? One moment it is the ulna killing, and the other time it is an uncle, is it so exciting?

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