C74 Artists Killer

In front of Old Zhao and Little Li, a boy as white as a wall was curled up in a corner on all fours, breathing heavily and baring his teeth as he looked at the two of them.

"F * ck, what is this!"

In the police station, something happened in the morning that gave Ma Hao a headache. Ma Hao received a fax. This was not a simple one