Chapter 1875 He Has a Secret (91)

"Besides, my brother's current body is allergic to all pollen and hair. He can't even go to the beach. He still gets sick from time to time. What else can he do?"

"You make up, you keep making up!"

He Meishu threw his hand away, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it to him, full of anger: "How long are you going to lie to me?"

If he didn't do anything, who would have done the bloody dead cat found by the trash can?

When she heard the team members say that an old lady had a heart attack after being frightened by her cat, she began to doubt it.

But she checked it quietly. During that time, her brother hadn't been to the area of ​​the old house, so she dispelled her doubts.

But now it seems that he never stopped at all.

"What did I lie to you about? It's really inexplicable."

He Taisheng frowned, bent down and picked up the paper from the ground.

When I scanned one of the lines above, my expression paused, but it quickly subsided, and the expression became natural again.

He Meishu was in a raging rage, and she pointed to his hand with hatred to listen to the test report:

"Do you know what this is? This is one of the test reports of blood samples taken from the knife that killed Azhi."

"RH negative blood, only 0.3% of the people in the country have this rare blood type, and there are not many in the city, and the one that may have appeared in the Qilitun area that afternoon, except you, there is no one!"

"Look at the wound on the back of your hand, even a layman can see at a glance that it is a scratch from a knife. How dare you say that you haven't been to the old house that day? How dare you say that there is blood on the tip of the knife. It's not yours?"

He Taisheng no longer covered it, and sneered: "What if the blood on the tip of the knife is mine?"

"I didn't do anything, I just ran into a lunatic who was chasing me and was scratched by him accidentally. I'm still a victim, what's the point."

He Meishu roared: "What madman? That man is called Li Jingtai. He is not a madman at all, but a writer with a quick mind and a very smart mind."

Li Jingtai's blood type...seems to be RH negative...

Could it be that the blood on it was his?

After all, the knife belonged to Li Jingtai, and it was possible that he left bloodstains on it.

He Meishu suddenly remembered the information about Li Jingtai she had just found.

The mood has eased, not as excited as before.

"Brother, tell me honestly, why did Li Jingtai chase and kill you that day?"

For no reason, Li Jingtai can't do such a thing, unless he is really crazy.

But the fact is that Li Jingtai is not crazy at all. Not only is he not crazy, but he is also very smart and has a high IQ.

"How do I know? I don't know him."

"Maybe he's got the wrong person, or maybe he's got it wrong!"

He Taisheng was a little irritable.

Looking at her sister's face, she felt disgusted again in her heart.

But his sanity told him again that he couldn't do anything.

This is his sister, the only relative.

Another similar face appeared in his mind, and He Taisheng's heart was a little calmer.

He Meishu didn't know that she was on the brink of life and death, she snatched the report in his hand and warned coldly: "You better not do anything without telling me, otherwise I can't save you. "

"Don't worry, your brother, I'm not such a senseless person."

He Taisheng secretly thought of some impulsive thoughts, took a deep breath, and then said with a smile:

"You are my only relative. Even for you, I will not do anything illegal."