The unlucky guy also fell down with broken arms and legs.

The red light in the cotton-padded jacket's eyes disappeared instantly. He ran over quickly, picked up the unlucky guy's arms and legs, and stuffed them into his mouth quickly, fearing that if he was a step slower, they would be snatched back.

It tastes so good. I ate so much that my eyes narrowed into crescents.

The unlucky guy's head...

“Ahhh… stop it, no no no, shut up, shut up, what should I do if you eat me, what should I do?”

The unlucky guy is going crazy, please save his body.

Poor thing, it has a bald head and can only watch from a distance.

Siming's mouth twitched. He picked up the unlucky guy's head and body, and snatched the remaining leg into his hand.

He crumpled it all into a ball and stuffed it into the unlucky guy's mouth: "You'll have to make some new arms and legs yourself." What he meant was, don't even think about the ones you've already eaten.

Poor guy... He is really unlucky.

I wanted to just give up and let it go.

But when he met the green eyes of Mian'ao, he moved decisively.

It was afraid that it could not keep its head.

Si Ming put his fingers against the forehead of the cotton-padded jacket to block her sight, and refused righteously: "You can't eat it anymore." If he eats again, the unlucky guy will really be dead.

Cotton-padded jacket pouted and glared at Siming.

The little face is puffy, which is a bit cute.

Siming smiled and rubbed her little fur.

Although the whirlpool just now couldn't do anything to her, her little hair was still very weak.

This will explode more arbitrarily and wantonly.

When Sima Ming rubbed it again, the little guy immediately let go and started dancing like a demon.

Holding back her laughter, she comforted him, "Be good, there's a new roast duck restaurant. I'll take you there when I'm done."

The cotton-padded jacket's expression changed instantly, and he smiled so hard that his back teeth were exposed: "I want to eat a lot, and the little gourd wants to eat too."

Siming glanced at her little gourd, and she was ready to eat and take it.

Little girl, when it comes to being smart, you are very decisive.

"OK."

When Zhao Guoyan ran over, the place was already calm. Looking at the mess on the ground, he was a little stunned: "Is everything okay?"

Siming shook his head: "It's okay, this is the main suspect, take him back for interrogation."

He pointed to the old man lying on the ground next to him, bleeding profusely, his life or death unknown.

Cotton-padded jacket was really ruthless. If the old man didn't have some skills, his body would have been smashed into pieces by Cotton-padded jacket's punch.

The head knocked over an incinerator weighing several tons, but there was only some bleeding, and no brain matter burst. This is what an iron head should be like.

This old man is definitely a strange person.

But he is still a human being after all, with mortal flesh and blood. It is a blessing to be alive after falling into the hands of a cotton-padded jacket.

Sima Ming is no longer worried that he will use special means to escape.

Although the old man is very capable, his stomach is broken and he can only rely on his spiritual energy to survive, so he cannot escape.

Zhao Guoyan was silent. He really didn't dare to see the old man's miserable state. He always felt that he had missed something, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing the severed limb in the cotton-padded jacket's arms, he hesitated for a moment: "Is this real? Not a mold, right?"

Only then did Siming notice what was in the cotton-padded jacket's arms. His forehead throbbed and he wanted to pull the little girl over and give her a good beating.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing with this?" This thing couldn't be more real.

Mian'ao happily thrust the severed limb towards Siming's face: "It's my grandson! I found my grandson."

Sima Zhao Guoyan's expression was a little stiff. Luo Fuxu had been missing for several days. According to the unlucky guy, he died on the day he disappeared.

So this severed limb has been healed for a few days.

The weather is getting hotter and the temperature here is high.

The taste, color and texture can be imagined.

Fortunately, the place is full of stench, so they don't think this one stinks that much, but in their arms...

At this moment, all their sympathy for Luo Fuxu disappeared.

"Isn't it smelly?" Siming asked gritting his teeth.

Cotton Jacket shook his head: "I'm holding my breath."

Siming snorted, he was not that stupid yet.

"Captain Zhao, there should be quite a few victims' remains here. We need someone to search for them."

"I have to go find their souls."

Zhao Guoyan sighed and nodded. He hadn't expected that there was such a place right under the nose of Jinghai City.

"Leave this to me. I hope Captain Si can find them all and reincarnate them into a new life. In the next life, they can die peacefully and never suffer again."

"I'll try my best."

Siming took the cotton-padded jacket and the unlucky guy, whose soul had faded a little after his body was reshaped, and went to find the place where the cotton-padded jacket saw Luo Fuxu's soul.

Luo Fuxu's severed limbs were handed over to Zhao Guoyan, and it was unknown whether the remaining limbs could be recovered.

The cotton-padded jacket's arms were empty, but Si Ming always felt that the girl was dirty and could not be kept.

I forced her to change her clothes, and they finally looked better to her.

There was a small gourd in the cotton-padded jacket, which was stuffed with a lot of things bought by Siming.

All the belongings of the cotton-padded jacket should be inside.

The room she lived in at the Mian family had nothing in it except a bed and a wardrobe fixed on the wall.

If it weren't so troublesome to make the bed every day, she might even take the bed away.

Even though Siming had never seen the bare walls of the Mian family's room, he could still imagine her behavior.

His eyes fell on the little paws of the cotton-padded jacket again, and he remembered that she had just stuffed the unlucky guy's arm into her mouth with her hands.

Sima Ming...

I feel terrible.

He wanted to take the cotton jacket back and wash it thoroughly from inside to outside. He really couldn't bear it.

Mian'ao met Siming's disgusted and conflicted look, and took out the snacks in a daze.

Siming's forehead tightened, "You are not allowed to eat it. Go back and wash it thoroughly before eating."

Quilted jacket???

Siming threatened Mian'ao with roast duck, and he finally compromised and put the snacks back into the small gourd.

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