Chapter 97 Who is the murderer?

On a winter afternoon, the sun lazily penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled on the eaves of every house. Under the caress of the warm sun, the snowflakes gradually lost their edges and corners, turning into pools of crystal clear water droplets, which shone delicately and softly under the reflection of the sun. On

both sides of the street, the occasional crisp bird calls broke the silence of winter and added a bit of vitality. The wide road was very lively, and pedestrians were bustling in every alley. Some people pushed aside the crowd and walked against the crowd.

"Is that Song Shinan? He is so anxious. Where is he going?"

Someone recognized Song Shinan and looked at his back with some curiosity.

"I don't know. Judging from his direction, it seems to be towards the square."

"The square? Is there some kind of superpower exchange association being held in the square today? The person who organized this event must be that strong man Zhou Jun." The person was dressed in a white coat and was very fashionable. She was a short-haired woman about 1.7 meters tall. She threw all the shopping bags in her hands to her teammates who were following her. Then, without looking back, she stepped on her high heels and followed Song Shinan's pace.

The teammates looked at each other and helplessly threw their hands up.

Their captain still liked to watch the excitement.

Song Shinan ran to the square anxiously, not knowing that someone was following him.

In the open space, the two sides confronted each other, and the cold air seemed to freeze at this moment.

In the center of the competition stage, a male corpse was lying on its back on the cold ground. A thin woman was lying on the corpse crying, sobbing and glaring at Gu Bingchen, cursing: "You are killing people! You will not die well!"

"Wuwuwu, Brother Qi, you died miserably, wuwuwu, this gang of executioners was so bold that they killed you in broad daylight. I must seek justice for you!"

The woman wiped her tears, picked up the rusty dagger on the ground, and rushed towards Gu Bingchen.

"What are you doing!"

Without waiting for them to dodge, Zhou Jun used his supernatural powers to block the dagger and said coldly: "You're using a knife right under my nose? Do you still take me seriously?"

"He has killed Ah Qi! I want to die with him!"

Zhou Jun waved his hand and asked the staff to come up to comfort the woman, then looked at Gu Bingchen and said: "Do you have anything to say?"

Gu Bingchen looked at the corpse on the ground with interest and shrugged: "Why should I kill him? What's the benefit?"

"You...speak nicely." Zhou Jun was choked by these words.

The woman looked crazy: "Because you want to cover up the evil things you have done! Scum!"

"Me? Evil things?" Gu Bingchen smiled, pointed at himself, and said in surprise, "Is it evil to do a little business? That's really a huge injustice."

"Dare to do it but not to take responsibility?" The woman's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said a key word, "The old site of Ningcheng University, you dare to say that those people were not killed by you!"

Ningcheng University?

The old site?

Chu Wanyue's mind flashed with a man's gloomy face. She lowered her head to look at the corpse in the middle of the stage, and parted her hair to see that it was indeed.

This man is Zhu Qi.

Tang Yizhao frowned: "Is this man Zhu Qi? That psychopath, the dead pervert?"

"You are the pervert!" The woman's sharp voice sounded very harsh.

"They don't look alike..." Tang Yizhao compared the Zhu Qi in his memory.

A few months ago, Zhu Qi had little flesh on his body, was very thin, and had no scars on his face.

Now this male corpse is full of fat, and there is an ugly scar like a centipede on his face that used to be handsome.

If it wasn't for the woman, I really couldn't recognize that this was Zhu Qi.

Tang Yizhao exhaled a foul breath: "It's obviously him who is the pervert, okay."

He briefly talked about what happened at the old site of Ningcheng University.

In his account, Zhu Qi was a mentally twisted, cruel, and inhumane A-level psychic, and he was completely different from the Zhu Qi described by the woman.

Some people in the audience were talking in low voices: "That man is too evil."

"Who said it wasn't? How could a normal person do such a cruel thing?"

The woman covered her ears and glared at Tang Yichao: "You are lying!"

"Our boss is upright and has nothing to fear. You can ask the people in Meicheng Base and Ningcheng Base to see if what I said is true."

"I..." The woman was hesitant.

But she was only confused for a moment, and then she said loudly: "That... That can only mean that he didn't do those things, but it can't wash away his suspicion of murder just now!"

Even... the motive is even greater.

The woman's eyes flashed, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

"I said it wasn't our boss, why didn't you listen?" Tang Yichao put his hands on his waist, his face full of "you are making trouble for no reason" expression.

At this time, a young man approached the corpse, squatted down, and a milky white ball of light fell on the corpse. After a while, he retracted his superpowers and whispered: "This person died suddenly. There are no wounds or toxins on his body, but..."

Another guess came to his mind.

"As far as I know, Mr. Gu is a gold-type superpower, not a mental superpower, and he can't kill people without a trace."

The young man stood up and rolled up his sleeves. A gust of cold wind blew, and he coughed twice.

"Doctor Jie? Why are you here too?" Zhou Jun hurried forward, looking a little anxious. Anyone can get into trouble, but this person is the treasure held in the palm of his hand.

Who is the most honorable person in the base? It's not the base commander, the person in power, or those S-level psychics, but the sickly young man in front of you.

This is the only S-level healing psychic.

As long as he is alive, he can snatch you back from Prince Yan from the gates of hell.

Jie Diyu shook her head: "I'm fine."

The woman didn't believe it, or rather, she couldn't believe it. As long as she thought of the coldness that followed her like a shadow, she would drag this man into the water at all costs!

"If it's not him, then it's him!" She pointed her skinny fingertips at Jiang Yunqi, "I heard that this gentleman is an S-level psychic."

"S-class psychic? Is this true?" someone exclaimed, "Is there going to be a second S-class psychic in the base?"

A newcomer asked curiously, "Who was the first one?"

"It was Luo Yiqi from the Eighth Detachment. Before the end of the world, he was a middle school teacher. He was gentle and refined, and we were used to calling him Teacher Luo."

Jiang Yunqi soothed Gu Bingchen who was about to get angry, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "You are wrong, I am not a psychic."

The woman widened her eyes and subconsciously said: "How is it possible?"

"How can it be impossible!" Tang Yichao puffed up his cheeks, "I finally see clearly, you are a mad dog, biting whoever you catch, and just now you swore that the murderer was my boss, and now you point to our brother Yunqi and say that he is the murderer."

"You are hesitant. Could it be that someone has instructed you to attack others?"

Tang Yichao made a random guess, but the woman shuddered.

"You are talking nonsense!"

"You will know if you are talking nonsense or not by testing it?"

Song Shinan came and walked straight to the center of the competition platform.

"Ah Yu? What's going on? Why are you here?" Song Shinan was the first to see the young man in the cloak in the center of the crowd. He frowned and stepped forward to grab his wrist.

Xie Diyu was also surprised to see him: "Why you?"

"Who else could it be if not me?" Seeing that Xie Diyu was fine, Song Shinan glimpsed Gu Bingchen with annoyance in his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn't help but sneer, "Who is this? What's wrong? You are always sharp-tongued, but now you can't speak?"

Gu Bingchen: "Psycho."

"You!" Song Shinan endured it. Now was not the time to fight. He looked at Zhou Jun and asked, "What happened?"

Zhou Jun looked unhappy when he saw Song Shinan. He was the main person in charge. This happened during the activities of his organization. If it was not handled properly, the consequences would only be more ugly.

He frowned and briefly explained what happened.

The reason was that the man named Zhu Qi was picked on the big screen. After he came on stage, he did not choose to share his experience, but pointed at Gu Bingchen in the corner and said he wanted to challenge him.

"So you killed him?" Song Shinan looked Gu Bingchen up and down and said in surprise.

Gu Bingchen rolled his eyes: "You are such an idiot, you will drool even if your brain is cured."

Chu Wanyue didn't know what the relationship between the two was. Seeing Jiang Yunqi's indifferent look, she didn't care, but listened to Zhou Jun's narration while adding details.

Being challenged cannot be refused, Gu Bingchen had to walk up to the stage slowly to accept the challenge.

There are two ways to determine the winner: actively admitting defeat and being knocked off the competition stage.

Zhu Qi's condition looked very strange at the time, as if he had drunk alcohol, his steps were weak, his eyes were dark, and he was powerless to attack Gu Bingchen.

There was a lot of booing from the audience, but Gu Bingchen didn't like being treated like a monkey, so he just wanted to push him off the stage. Before he could kick him, Zhu Qi fell to the ground with a "bang". By the time others realized what had happened, he had already died. Before

Gu Bingchen had even stepped off the stage, a dishevelled woman rushed over, first crying loudly, then pointing at Gu Bingchen and cursing him, calling him a murderer.

Song Shinan listened to the whole story and was about to speak when he heard applause from behind.

"It's really exciting! If I had known it would be so lively, I wouldn't have gone shopping this morning." The voice was a little hoarse, as if she had smoked too much.

"Shangguan Xian?" Zhou Jun's face was ashen.

This woman was like a loud speaker. If she knew something, the whole base would know it within an hour.

"Yes, it's me. What? Are you not welcome?"

Shangguan Xian had a lady's cigarette in her mouth. Her bright red lipstick left a lip mark on the cigarette butt. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and the bright smile on her face was unpleasant no matter how you looked at it.