Chen Xiaolin listened to Uncle Wang's brief explanation, carefully took notes, and sometimes nodded to give Uncle Wang encouraging answers.
Uncle Wang felt that there was nothing wrong with his explanation, and continued confidently. "I kept scanning until I saw the body, and then I saw the murderer standing in front of me with a knife. This madman."
When the other person said this, Chen Xiaolin immediately switched the tablet screen and opened the photo. The photo was taken in a dimly lit bar. A middle-aged man with a haggard face raised a glass to the camera and gave a reluctant smile. and.
Chen Xiaolin pointed to the man in the photo, had a strange expression on his face, his eyes showing a sense of urgency and concern, and asked, "Is that the man with the knife?"
When Uncle Wang saw the man in the photo in front of him, he immediately became frightened and gasped. He became a little excited, as if he saw the madman standing in front of him again with a knife, pointing at the man upstairs and saying: "Yes, it's him. He was standing in front of me with a knife. He tried to kill me."
“Are you sure?” Regarding this answer, Chen Xiaolin looked very incredulous and irritated. His eyes darkened and he asked again.
"That's true. It's been appearing every night in my nightmares lately." Uncle Wang nodded affirmatively.
After hearing this answer, Chen Xiaolin couldn't help but stroke his forehead, feeling a little sad. He seemed very surprised, didn't understand the oute, and was sad.
Uncle Wang also had his own life experiences. In this regard, Chen Xiaolin's attitude as a reporter turned out to be a little wrong. He guessed, "Is that someone you know?"
Chen Xiaolin raised the corners of her mouth and nodded slowly, saying, "I really didn't expect him to do that. When I first saw the news, I felt like I was in a nightmare."
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