Michael Roger's body rolled down the stairs.
"Something has happened, something has happened." Mo Zitan shouted loudly, which attracted the attention of many people.
Shen chengjing walked out and grabbed mo Zitan's hand, afraid that she would cause trouble.
When someone ran up to him, he found that Michael Roger was dead! He was no longer breathing, and his lips were purple. He seemed to have been poisoned.
"Dead?" Mo Zitan bit her finger and looked at Shen chengjing. She asked in a low voice, clearly in disbelief.
This person had a burly figure. Although he had been hit by something, it was at most a superficial injury. How could he be dead? The two of them were filled with doubts.
Soon, the police arrived to carry out an investigation. They told everyone to stay in their rooms and not go out.
"Sister-in-law, did I kill someone?" Mo Zitan sat on the sofa and asked while hugging her knees.