Chapter 8: Brought back to the West Factory for interrogation

  Actually, I originally wanted to be a gentle little sheep, but unfortunately, I couldn't bear such uncreative questions.

  Although some rubbish has lowered the IQ of the Western factory crowd, there are still some people with slightly normal brains.

  "Idiot, it wasn't her who killed him, hurry and chase!"

  The one who said this was the leader of this group of rascals. This man, about thirty-five years old, with a slightly thin build, looked very much like a monkey at first glance.

  The monkey king had just finished speaking when four rascals suddenly disappeared from behind him.

  After a brief moment, the monkey leader bent down, apparently to examine the scattered body of Drip Tear Stain.

  Dī lèi zhì zá suì shì bèi rén cóng shēn hòu tōu xí de, yībān zhè zhǒng qíng kuàng xià, yòng jiǎo zhǐ tou xiǎng xiǎng, yě zhī dào shā shǒu shì dī lèi zhì zá suì de shú rén.

  Looking at the clothes on his body, he should be a Jin Yiwei Qianhu Zhang. Those who can bear such great responsibility will absolutely not be ordinary people.

  In other words, if someone wants to kill him, it's absolutely not an easy task, unless the killer is well-versed in sinister moves and hidden weapons.

  At a rough glance, I didn't smell any poisonous 'medicine' on Zixiao's body, nor did I see any traces of hidden weapons.

  After careful consideration, I estimated that from the time the 'anesthetic' took effect, it would not take more than half an hour for those rascals in the Imperial Guard to wake up.

  From Wangjiang Pavilion to here is at least two quarters of an hour, which means that this drop of tear mole was killed by one of the scums.

  Whether it's a vendetta or a crime of passion, neither has anything to do with me originally, but unfortunately, my luck today is just too good.

  Looking at the sword hanging from my neck, I took a deep breath in, out, in, out, and after several times, my mood finally calmed down again.

  "If it wasn't me who killed him, then I can leave now!"

  "Hold on, although you didn't kill anyone, you are an important witness. Take him back to the Western Depot for questioning."

  Can I say that I didn't see anything? Just now, I saw the corpse with a teardrop mole, and then these thugs from the Western Factory arrived immediately after.

  It seems that I have escaped from prison, but the big "gate" of the Western Factory still welcomes me warmly.

  It is said that the food in the Xifang prison is not bad, and the prisoners also live in single rooms. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to experience it for myself, but unexpectedly, heaven did not give me such a chance.

  Well then, if you're going to take notes, just take notes. Can you please remove the sword from my neck? I've seen polite people before, but I've never seen anyone as polite as you guys.

  Under the gaze of the monkey leader, I walked forward with a big stride. Okay, it was more like I was being pushed forward like a turtle king eight.

  Four big men, using such means to deal with a weak and unarmed woman, aren't you ashamed?

  How could I forget? These are not four big men, but rather four people who are neither male nor female, yin and yang.

  Alright, considering you are disabled, I won't argue with you about this.

  The one who put the sword to my neck was a 'yin' yang person about twenty years old. He had a moderate build, but was extremely tall, looking like a bamboo pole.

  Another two 'yin' yang people, one tall and powerful, with a robust physique, making it impossible for anyone to associate him with the word eunuch after seeing him.

  Another one is short and stout, a match for Wu Dalang.

  It's said that the appearance of these four 'yin' yang people is quite strange, I don't know if it's because they brought down the looks of the Western Factory or if the Western Factory itself doesn't have any good looks to speak of.