Chapter 1039 (2/2)

Several black lines suddenly appeared on Mo Xiujin's forehead. What is not in a state?

He's in normal shape, okay.

What's exciting about finding clues you arranged in your own script.

You don't even have to move your brain. It's not a bit challenging

What's more, it's the three people who should really worry about the state, right.

He waved his hand to show that he was all right. He still hung lazily behind the big army and didn't go to join the fun.

Jian Yi and Shazhi also followed.

Jian Yi is too lazy to play actively. As for Shazhi, she must follow him.

Mo Xiujin looked at the excited people in front and sighed silently. He put his hands behind his head and blinked. He turned his head and asked Jian Yi behind him, ”do you think your sister and the three of them have amnesia? Why do they feel like they don't know the plot at all?”

As soon as the voice fell, before Jian Yi could speak, he heard another lively sound in front of him.

Gu Xiaomian pointed to a cross he had just found and turned to greet the rest: ”ruiruirui, look, it's really there!”

He stared at the things in his hand, looked up and down, left and right, and shouted to several people like announcing any major news: ”look, look, this is my murder weapon!”

Murder weapon

”...” Mo Xiujin took a smoke at the corners of his mouth. They also had a pit in their brains. How could they choose Gu Xiaomian to play the murderer?

Such a stupid killer is a waste of their brain cells.

”Fool, how can you explode?” as soon as he said so, Mo xiuqianton was so angry that he came forward and directly knocked a chestnut on his head and taught him, ”our clues have not been found here! Also, you are not the only murderer. You forgot you have a companion!”

Mo Tong: ”

He was stunned with his mouth open for three seconds before turning to Mo Xiulin: ”it seems that the script hasn't come here yet? How can I remember the clue...”

”Your feeling is right.” before he finished, Mo Xiulin patted him on the shoulder, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

So far, all the clues in their hands can neither find the murder weapon nor analyze how many killers there are.

Two murderers, that's the next part

Mo Xiulin sighed with a headache: ”one just blew himself up, and another blew himself up.”

”Can we still play this game?” she asked, looking at the Shazhi in front of Jian Yi.

The process hasn't come yet. All the information has burst out