495: C495 Shooting

C495 Shooting

0"That year, there was a series of car crashes on the highway and she saved all the students in the bus. "In the winter, it was a heavy snow that sealed off the road. She and the garrison troops had even cleared it overnight. Such a kind-hearted person, how could she possibly kill someone …" Yang Haochi was also a reporter, so he paid extra attention to the news related to the name Mu Qingqing.

When the surrounding Warriors heard his description, they looked at him expressionlessly. They didn't know Mu Qingqing, but the verdict was out, and Mu Qingqing was the murderer. They only felt that this girl was a bit ruthless when she did such a thing.

After Yang Haochi's identity was verified, the soldier also reported his reaction to his superiors. He felt that his mood was unstable and wasn't suitable to be a recorder.

Yang Haochi was stopped by the crowd. He didn't even have the chance to talk to Mu Qingqing anymore.

"Mu Qingqing!" Yang Haochi shouted Mu Qingqing's name, but he really couldn't think of anything to say to her. This was not a long trip, so it would be inappropriate to say that they had a pleasant journey. She had committed a crime, not because she had done something good, but because she had said that she would not be at peace if she walked well. He opened his mouth to express his gratitude, but nothing came out.

He felt that Mu Qingqing's death wasn't worth it. If the function had worked, there would still be more for Mu Qingqing's good.

Mu Qingqing's head was covered by a black mask and her eyes were closed as she surveyed her surroundings. This time, she was afraid that she wouldn't be reborn.

Yang Haochi was dragged out of the security line by the soldier and he showed a bit of grief.

Under the mask, Mu Qingqing's expression was calm.

Mu Qingqing kneeled on the ground, her hands clasped behind her back.

Today was a sunny day, and she could feel the warmth of the sun on her body. This year, she had just turned eighteen. The hot air around her made her sweat.

The bailiff was holding a pistol with the muzzle pointed at the back of her head.

A slightly aged male voice asked her, "Do you have any last words for me?"

Mu Qingqing said slowly, "I have a clear conscience."

What she said was recorded in her notebook.

Behind him, the bailiff pulled the safety button and prepared to pull the trigger.

The execution grounds were located in a remote mountain valley. There were many wild flowers planted in the mountain forest that Mu Qingqing couldn't identify, emitting a faint fragrance. It was a season of withering, and she felt the sadness in her heart.

A strong wind began to blow through the forest, a sudden wind that swept away the gun in the bailiff's hand.

The dead branches and leaves were swept up into the sky, forming a whirlpool.

Mu Qingqing's mask was also blown away by the wind. Her hair fluttered in the air in a beautiful curve. When she opened her eyes, the surrounding soldiers and bailiffs couldn't even open their eyes due to the wind. However the wind didn't stop. Instead it got stronger and stronger.

The person standing next to Mu Qingqing tightly held onto her arm, afraid that she would run away at this moment.

Mu Qingqing raised her head and looked up. Under the dazzling sunlight, it was as if a rain of leaves was falling down. The sky was filled with flying branches and leaves.

The bright spots between the cracks reminded her that this was an unusual wind. It was like Mo Xiaoyun driving the spaceship very low on a dark night.

Realizing this, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

A Hummer rushed towards the execution ground. Mo Xiaohe jumped down from the driver's seat after pressing on the brakes.

"Report, there are still some doubts in this case. The death penalty has been commuted to a suspended sentence, and now we will escort the suspect back for investigation." Mo Xiaohe quickly ran in front of the dean. As he ran, he said that he was afraid that Mu Qingqing would be executed.

Dean Lan raised his head and looked at the leaves dancing in the sky. This wind was really strange. When had it ever stopped blowing? It just happened at this time.

The wind had finally stopped, and the bailiff dug his pistol out of a pile of dead branches.

At the time of the handover, Wang Xianliang got out of the car from the front passenger seat. He hurriedly walked in front of Mu Qingqing, grabbed her arm and walked towards the Hummer.

Mo Xiaohe's hair was all wet with sweat. He ran back to Mu Qingqing and unlocked her shackles with his key. Then, he removed the execution token and loosened the rope that bound her.

Mu Qingqing gritted her teeth and forced herself not to collapse.

"This doesn't conform to the rules." Wang Xianliang frowned and said to Mo Xiaohe.

"Haven't she suffered enough?" Mo Xiaohe threw all these things to the side and carried her into the car.

Mu Qingqing thought that she wasn't afraid of death, but when she closed her eyes and saw the black muzzle of the gun behind her, she was truly somewhat afraid. At this moment, he felt like he had all his strength drained from his body, so how could he have the strength to get on the car?

Mo Xiaohe sat beside her with a serious expression on his face. He was angry.

Mu Qingqing held onto his military green clothes without letting go at all.

Wang Xianliang finally got into the car after negotiating with them for a while. This time, it was Little Jiu Jiu who drove.

There were only a few people breathing inside the car. Mu Qingqing leaned back in her seat and couldn't say a word.

Xiao Jiu Jiu was concentrating on driving. Wang Xianliang took a glance at the back of the car and wanted to comfort Mu Qingqing, but he realized that he didn't even have the right to open his mouth to talk to her.

He had let Mu Qingqing down in this matter.

After resting for a while, Mu Qingqing opened her eyes again. She asked weakly, "Are we still going back to the interrogation room?"

Mo Xiaohe reached out to grab her shoulders and pressed her head into his embrace. He hugged her with one hand and said in a very gentle tone, "I'll take you home."

Mu Qingqing pushed him away and said desperately, "I'm a murderer. Stay away from me."

Hearing that, Wang Xianliang lowered his head in shame.

Mo Xiaohe felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart as he stared at her. During this period of time, she had lost weight again. It was he who had failed to protect her.

"I'm going to be a spy for you, in exchange for a shot. Wang Platoon Leader, what's the point of you asking me those questions? " Mu Qingqing was thoroughly annoyed. Now that she recovered her strength, she turned around to look at the guilty Mo Xiaohe. The corner of her mouth twitched as she smiled.

At the moment, the Hummer was traveling along the mountain road at a speed of sixty yards. Dust rose from behind the Hummer.

Wang Xianliang also felt sorry for Mu Qingqing. He explained, "This is indeed my fault, but this matter is related to Black Tiger. He was injured on the island and he was unconscious. If he hadn't woken up early this morning and known that you were going to be shot, he would have explained himself. "

"Yes, everything you say makes sense. They had fired just a moment ago. If it wasn't for that gust of wind, I wouldn't have had the chance to listen to your explanations. " Disappointed, Mu Qingqing turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window. She felt a chill in her heart.

"Qing …" Mo Xiaohe wanted to say something to comfort her.

"You shut up." "Mu Qingqing's tone was harsh. She refused to listen to these comforting words." We're even now, so don't make any guilty confessions here, and don't comfort me. "

"I, Mu Qingqing, have never needed your guilt, nor have I ever needed you to save me." Mu Qingqing said heartlessly.

Mo Xiaohe's heart ached slightly. She didn't need him …

"Am I still a criminal?" Mu Qingqing asked Wang Xianliang.

"Of course not." Wang Xianliang quickly denied it.

"Then where are you taking me? The interrogation room? " Mu Qingqing suppressed her anger and looked in Wang Xianliang's direction mockingly.

Wang Xianliang was silent for a moment before he explained, "This is a process."

"Heh." Mu Qingqing sneered. This was the first laugh she'd had since entering the interrogation room. However, Wang Xianliang and the others felt that it was ear-piercing.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to follow your procedures." Mu Qingqing suddenly opened the door of the Hummer. The wind outside violently blew in, and she wanted to jump out without thinking at all.

Just at that moment, Mo Xiaohe grabbed her by the throat and pulled her back into his embrace.

"Do you want to die?" Mo Xiaohe hugged her anxiously and angrily. She had her back to him, so he couldn't see her emotions.3

Mu Qingqing bit his arm and started chewing on it as if she was venting.

Mo Xiaohe didn't move and didn't let go either. He tightly locked her up, preventing her from escaping.

Slowly, Mu Qingqing loosened her grip, leaving a row of teeth marks on his strong arm. It wasn't deep, but it still hurt a little.

She said sadly, "You're right, I just don't want to live anymore. I've been such a good person for so long, why did you give me such an ending? "

"Don't you still have me before the last moment?" Mo Xiaohe didn't dare to let go, afraid that she would leave him. His deep voice echoed within the Hummer.

Little Jiu Jiu also advised, "Actually, it's not that bad. Brother Mo and I have been in confinement ever since we came back, and we were only released yesterday. Platoon Leader had been thinking of ways to stall for time these days. But orders were like mountains. They had to obey orders. Sister-in-law, don't be so pessimistic. A good person will be rewarded. "

"Uhm, Mu Qingqing, I'm really sorry for what you did. I apologize." Wang Xianliang felt embarrassed. It was his first time apologizing to someone, so he felt a bit embarrassed.

Mu Qingqing wanted to stand up, but Mo Xiaohe held her tighter. He said in a domineering tone that could not be refused, "I forbid you to leave."

"Mo Xiaohe, don't think too highly of yourself!" Mu Qingqing exerted a little strength, causing Mo Xiaohe's body to hit the bulletproof glass.

Mu Qingqing was about to lift her foot and walk down the stairs, but she felt that something wasn't right. How could she …

He wasn't the only one with strength in the past, how could he let her escape so easily?

She turned around and saw that Mo Xiaohe's head had hit the bulletproof glass. The back of his head had actually bled.

"Mo Xiaohe, what happened to you?" She asked nervously, her tone flustered. The thought of getting out of the car was also dispelled.

Mo Xiaohe gritted his teeth and covered his forehead with one hand. He pretended to be calm and said, "Nothing, it's just that the bulletproof glass is too hard."

Xiao Jiu, Jiu Jiu, and Wang Xianliang turned their heads to look at the situation in the backseat. When they saw it, they were stunned.

The bloodstains on the bulletproof glass showed that Mo Xiaohe was injured, and it was on the head.

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