Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"clear!"

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps that were about to leave the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to anymore. Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr. Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can I trouble you to hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt...

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"clear!"

Shimizu Reiko's answer made Mishima even more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , it's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishimaya's brain was pounding, and he thought for a while that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and maybe there were more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually disappeared.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps leaving the door stopped, and the hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, and their mobile phones are now in our hands, Mr. Mishima, you don't need to Delaying time, your colleagues will not come to help you. In addition, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't help calling them, the communication location has been locked by us, and there are some other discoveries , It's a pity that you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt." Understand! "

Reiko Shimizu's answer made Mishima more sure that the people outside the door were the companions of those people, not the support he expected.

And the words of the people outside the door also gave him a very bad guess.

"The mobile phone you're talking about..." Mishima Ye looked ugly, "What do you mean?"

The footsteps about to leave outside the door stopped~www.NovelMTL.com~ The hoarse male voice said indifferently, "Those who protected you around you have been dealt with, their mobile phones are now in our hands, three Mr. Dao, you don't need to delay any more, your colleagues will not come to help you. Besides, did you just call the upline for help? Their upline couldn't hold back and called them. The communication location has been locked by us. There are some other discoveries, but unfortunately, you won't have the chance to watch the next good show."

Mishima Ye's head was pounding, and he thought that the colleagues who protected him might have been killed, and then thought that his online position was exposed, and there may be more serious consequences, and shouted angrily, "What the **** are you trying to do?!"

"That's not what you know."

The hoarse male voice outside the door remained calm.

Soon, the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shimizu Reiko looked at Mishima Ye, tightened the knife across the middle-aged woman's neck, with a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes, "Mr Mishima, you also heard, our time is running out, can you please hurry up? What about some medicine?"

"I see," Mishima Ye opened the medicine box with a dismayed look, "I just hope you can do what you say and don't hurt.