Who is the person who knows Du Tingting best? Who is the person who has the most reason to take the risk to hurt Du Tingting
Undoubtedly, it was Mu Qiu.
Song Ci quickly calmed down, and she told Han Zhan: "I installed a surveillance camera at Mu's house. I will check the surveillance camera again when I go back later. If my guess is correct, the surveillance camera will definitely take pictures that surprise us."
Song Ci looked calm, but her heart had already cooled down.
She hoped that her deduction was wrong. If it was wrong, it meant that Mu Qiu still had a little conscience. If the guess is confirmed, then Mu Qiu's thoughts are too vicious.
It is said that the daughter is the little padded jacket of the parents, but some little padded jackets have sharp needles hidden in them!
Only then did Han Zhan tell Song Ci: "When I went downstairs just now, I tried to test Mu Qiu's reaction. But her reaction was so natural that it could be said to be watertight."
Mentioning Mu Qiu, Han Zhan couldn't help frowning. "Either she is innocent, or she is too psychologically strong."
How strong is the psychological quality, so that after almost killing his own mother, he is still calm in the face of other people's suspicion
"A femme fatale, tsk."
Song Ci deeply recognized Han Zhan's comment on Mu Qiu's "femme heart".
Song Ci couldn't help recalling the scene before his death in his previous life. The beautiful and innocent Mu Qiu put his hands on her chest, tilted his head, and said the most vicious words in the most innocent tone: "Sister, give me your heart, okay?"
Song Ci only felt a heavy pain in his chest, and he couldn't breathe. Sensing Song Ci's abnormal state, Han Zhan quickly supported her body and reminded her: "Take a deep breath!"
Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's arm and took a deep breath before feeling better.
Seeing that Song Ci was finally relieved, Han Zhan made a humorous joke: "Don't think about those unhappy things, if you are in a bad mood, just think about your Brother Han."
Song Ci turned her head to look at her Brother Han's face, nodded, and said, "Well, Brother Han is handsome, suave, rich and beautiful. Seeing you, my world is lit up!"
Han Zhan: ""
He is selectively deaf and only concentrates on driving.
Parking the car downstairs in the hospital, Han Zhan led Song Ci to the inpatient ward, and sent the bed sheets and a change of clothes to Du Tingting.
"I'm sorry to bother you." It only took two hours from the time Song Ci left the hospital and went back to Mu's house to the time he packed up his laundry and came to the hospital. They must have not eaten yet.
Du Tingting said to Song Ci: "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? I'll ask your father to take you to dinner."
Song Ci: "Let father stay here with you, and you don't have to worry about us." Tucked the quilt for Du Tingting, Song Ci patted her on the shoulder, reassuring her, "If you lose too much blood, you have to rest well, mother Stop being sad and insomnia."
"I have a friend from Shandong who I know. I asked her to send me some donkey-hide gelatin. I heard that the donkey-hide gelatin over there is good for blood. I will send it to you when the time comes."
Looking at Du Tingting's pale cheeks, Song Ci couldn't help feeling sorry for her. If today's incident was not a simple accident, but Mu Qiu's actions, then how sad Du Tingting's mother is!
After hearing this, Du Tingting felt warm in her heart. "You have a heart." Seeing that it was past seven o'clock, Du Tingting was worried that Song Ci and Han Zhan were hungry, so she said, "Go and eat quickly, I have your father here with me, it's okay."
"Okay. Let's go then."
I do not know when, it began to rain.
The autumn rain is pattering, and the headlights hit the drizzle, which is colorful and has a blurred beauty. Song Ci and Han Zhan walked in the drizzle.
Song Ci stopped suddenly and glanced at Han Zhan. She felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar.
Han Zhan was taking out the car keys, when he looked up, he saw Song Ci staring at him with affectionate eyes. He froze for a moment, then asked her in surprise, "Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"
Song Ci suddenly said: "The first time I saw Brother Han was on such a rainy day."
Han Zhan's eyes were filled with surprise.
"when?"
Song Ci smiled and said, "I was 24 years old."
Han Zhan was taken aback.
Then he realized that Song Ci was referring to the previous life. "I haven't asked you yet, did we know each other in the last life?"
"I know."
Han Zhan felt strange. He thought that Song Ci knew him because of his status as the richest man in Wangdong City, but now it seems that he guessed wrong.
"How is our relationship?"
Han Zhan had some expectations in his heart. He didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.
Song Ci smiled slightly, and she said, "What can I do? You are the richest man, and I am the wife of the Cheng family's useless second son. What relationship can we have?"
Before the hijacking incident, Han Zhan and Song Ci had never had any communication. It's not right to say that he has never had any social contact. Song Ci actually met Han Zhan, but only from a distance.
It was a memory so far away that even Song Ci was about to forget.
Song Ci said: "When I was 24 years old, not long after I married into Cheng's family, one morning, I ran in the morning on the hill behind Cheng's house as usual."
Han Zhan probably guessed where Song Ci had seen him.
As he guessed, Song Ci said: "There is a forest villa on the back mountain, which looks like no one lives in it. I passed the villa that morning and heard the voice of a man talking. I stood at the door of the villa and looked inside. I took a look, and I saw you through the gap in the iron gate."
Song Ci fell into that long memory, and she recounted in a low voice: "That morning, it was raining lightly, just like now. You were wearing a crow blue shirt, standing in the yard with your back to me, a With a watering can in one hand and a phone in the other."
"At that time, I thought your back was quite tall and handsome, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances, but you found me. You turned your head and stared at me through the rain."
Han Zhan couldn't remember what Song Ci said. Obviously the hero in the story is him, but he seems to be listening to a story about a stranger and Song Ci.
He asked Song Ci: "What was my reaction at that time?"
Song Ci shrugged and said, "How can you react? We are strangers, so you treat me as a stranger, turn around and enter the house."
Han Zhan believed it was true.
"Get in the car, my hair is getting wet." Song Ci urged Han Zhan to get in the car. She sat in the passenger seat and stared at the hazy drizzle in front of the car.
She lied.
In fact, when we met for the first time, Han Zhan actually talked to her.
When he found Song Ci outside the door, Han Zhan hung up the phone. He strode to the door and asked her through the gap of the iron door, "Is it the milkman?"
After hearing this, Song Ci, who was pretentious and murderous, fell into doubts about her own charm. She is fair-skinned and beautiful, with a pretty dish. How does she look like a milkman
After ending the ridiculous memory, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Is that villa on the hill behind the Cheng family yours?"
Han Zhan: "It's my grandfather's old house."
"So the person I saw was really you."
"It should be me." Han Zhan pointed to his eyes, and he said, "Aren't my eyes easy to recognize?"
Song Ci nodded, "You are right."
The first meeting was so hasty that Song Ci couldn't remember his appearance. Looking at Han Zhan who was tall and straight in the drizzle just now, Song Ci recalled the dusty past.
Fate is such a wonderful thing.
Thinking that he and Song Ci met in the last life, Han Zhan felt a sense of joy in his heart. "Then, did we stop socializing?" In his heart, Han Zhan hoped that Song Ci could have more socializing with him.
Song Ci said: "Yes. After my divorce, I became Liang Bo's music arranger. Once I took a plane to see his concert, and I met you on the plane."
"That was the first time we met in a real sense. Someone on the plane hijacked the plane and hijacked the co-pilot and the two children. You saved the two children, but you also hurt your eyes because of it, and I was ordered to be a co-pilot once. Captain, cooperate with the captain to send everyone to the destination safely."
"Later, I went to perform in a charitable nursing home and met you again. Later, we developed into close friends."
"In this life, the reason why I dare to seek your protection is because you are my good friend."
What Song Ci said sounded wonderful to Han Zhan, but at the same time he felt regretful. "If only I could remember those things."
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, anyway, in this life, we are closer than anyone else."
"That's true."
The car parked in front of a low-key restaurant. "Today I will bring you to taste the unique chicken." Han Zhan dragged Song Ci into the restaurant, and only ordered one of their signature dishes—
Dry steamed chicken.
This dry-steamed chicken is made of native chicken cured meat as the main raw material, salty kohlrabi and Codonopsis pilosula, steamed with special earthen pottery.
Han Zhan filled a bowl of soup for Song Ci and handed it to her. "Try it, it's absolutely delicious." The chicken soup is light yellow and smells delicious.
Song Ci held the bowl in both hands and took a sip. The taste is indeed delicious, the chicken has a strong fragrance, and it is not fishy at all. "The location of this store is quite remote, and the facade is not impressive. If you hadn't brought me here, I'm afraid I would never have known about it."
"When my grandma was still alive, my grandfather often brought her here. I thought you would like it too, so I brought you here to try it." Seeing that Song Ci likes this dish, Han Zhan was a little relieved. "We will come here often in the future."
"good."
After dinner, he walked out of the restaurant. Seeing the rain getting heavier, Han Zhan took off his coat and put it on top of Song Ci's head. "I'll go drive first, you wait for me here."
"good."
Han Zhan drove the car to the entrance of the hotel, and Song Ci quickly got into the car. After getting in the car, Song Ci's heart skipped a beat when he saw that Han Zhan was soaked and his clothes were clean.
Song Ci knows that there is love at first sight in this world, but love at first sight is not suitable for her and Han Zhan. Han Zhan is mature and wise, but also rational and restrained. He also loves beauty, but he is not someone who will be captivated by beauty.
Song Ci also loves masculinity, but she is not the kind of woman who loves sex.
She has been in love with Han Zhan for a long time.
But Song Ci didn't intend to tell Han Zhan.
Whoever gets emotional first loses.
Back home, Song Ci hurriedly stuffed Han Zhan into the bathroom to take a shower. "You take a shower first, and I'll find you clothes."
Han Zhan supported the door frame of the bathroom with his hands, looking at Song Ci helplessly and dotingly. "I'm not that delicate and expensive. I used to hide on my stomach in a swamp for a night when I was on a mission, and I didn't catch a cold."
Song Ci glared at him, "At that time you were single, now you are my husband, you don't feel bad, I feel bad."
Han Zhan took a deep look at her.
Is the mouth of the first lady made of honey
Han Zhan took a bath and walked out naked. Song Ci threw him a soft white bath towel. "Wipe dry, don't be a hooligan."
While wiping his body, Han Zhan said with emotion: "When we first lived together, you would blush when you saw me taking a shower, but now I stand in front of you naked, and your heart is as still as water."
Han Zhan threw away the towel, put on the shorts slowly, stared at Song Ci while wearing them, and questioned his soul: "Is it because Brother Han is no longer attractive, or is Cibao just out of his mind?"
Song Ci heard his temples throbbing wildly.
"Don't be coquettish."
She picked up her laptop and was about to go downstairs. Before opening the door, she glanced at Han Zhan who was wearing clothes, "I made you cold-dispelling tea, remember to drink it."
"Okay, Mrs. Lao."
Han Zhan got dressed and went downstairs.
Song Ci put the notebook on the coffee table, and she knelt on the carpet, adjusting the surveillance video with the mouse in hand. "Go and drink cold-dispelling tea."
"Okay." Han Zhan went to the kitchen to pour cold tea for himself.
Song Ci turned on the surveillance screen of Mu's house and brought up several surveillance images. Inside each small box, different images are played.
Han Zhan came over with cold-dispelling tea, and he sat behind Song Ci.
Song Ci dragged the replay video until twelve o'clock at noon, and she said, "Aunt Zhang said that my mother fell during lunch time, and the Mu family usually eats lunch at five past twelve o'clock. Let's start watching at twelve o'clock."
Before Song Ci left the Mu family, in order to be able to grasp the movements of the Mu family, she placed pinhole surveillance cameras in several hidden locations in the Mu family villa.
In order not to attract attention, she deliberately put the camera in the stairwell on top of Du Tingting's personal photo wall painting frame. This surveillance head is facing the stairs leading to the second floor.
Staring at the shaky images on the computer screen, Han Zhan twitched his lips and praised Song Ci: "You are smart once, and you know how to install surveillance."
Song Ci gave Han Zhan a sideways glance, and laughed at him: "The person who can install a surveillance camera in his master bedroom and monitor the traffic input at home all the time is really terrifying. Compared with me, Brother Han is not much less ,"
Han Zhan told Song Ci: "I met a spy before. Fortunately, I found out in time and pulled him out. Later, I installed surveillance cameras in my home."
As the number one socialite, Song Ci has also met many important people, but the existence of spies is still a bit far away for Song Ci. It's more like a profession that only exists in novels and TV.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "A commercial spy or an enemy spy?"
"All of them. Because of my grandfather, I encountered spies from enemy countries. Later, I founded my own company. The rise of Zeus Aviation blocked many people's way of making money, and many business rivals sent spies to me. "
Staring at Song Ci's beautiful and elegant profile, Han Zhan couldn't help recalling the scene when he first met Song Ci. "That's why I was so angry when you revealed my identity accurately and in detail for the first time in the hospital. I thought you were a spy."
Song Ci stuck out her tongue, stared at the surveillance screen and complained: "How can there be a spy who looks as good-looking as me?"
"Why not?" Han Zhan gave a real example, "Because of my family background, I know many children who grew up in government institutions. There is a brother who is eight years older than me. In his first marriage, he married a A very beautiful wife. That wife is a painter, well educated, very perfect."
"The two of them had a very strong relationship, and they were in love with each other. They envied others. But one day five years later, a group of people suddenly came and took his wife away. The reason was that his wife was an enemy spy."
Song Ci was surprised, "You all need a political review when you get married, right? How did she escape the political review?"
"Because her identity and background are very clean, even the political investigation can't find out." Han Zhan told Song Ci: "Actually, spies are also divided into grades. Some people are easy to find out, while others hide deeply."
"The eldest brother's wife is the highest-level spy. She was adopted by a Chinese couple when she was only two years old. She ate rice from our country, enjoyed education from our country, and we were the ones who raised her. citizens."
"But she still betrayed our country." Touching Song Ci's beautiful porcelain cheek, Han Zhan came to a conclusion, "So, the most beautiful woman is the strongest poison."
Song Ci felt the pain of Han Zhan pressing her cheek.
She knocked off Han Zhan's hand with a look of contempt. "You don't have to test me. If I were a spy, I wouldn't marry you."
Meeting Han Zhan's suspicious gaze, Song Ci said, "I went directly to be a babysitter for grandpa. Being close to your grandpa is more valuable than being close to you."
"You know, I have a sweet mouth and a pretty face. Girls like me are the most favorite of the elderly."
Song Ci's analysis was methodical, and Han Zhan's eyelids twitched in fright. He quickly pressed Song Ci's head, and turned her face to face the computer. "Look at the surveillance, don't talk about these."
Song Ci stared intently at the surveillance screen and stopped making any sound.
The monitoring screen showed that at 12:29, Du Tingting went upstairs with her bag and B-ultrasound sheet. Because she was pregnant, she went up by holding on to the railing.
Another piece of surveillance footage showed that Du Tingting walked out of the master bedroom at 32 minutes. When she came out, she had only a card in her hand.
She looked at the cards in her hand as she walked, and because she was distracted, she habitually walked down the middle of the stairs.
Just after walking three or four steps, Du Tingting's foot suddenly slipped on the edge of the steps. While she screamed, she wanted to reach out to hold the railing. But before his fingers touched the railing, he fell headlong.
Du Tingting rolled several times on the stairs, and didn't stop until she landed on the corner platform. Song Ci couldn't bear to watch this scene, so she turned her head in the other direction and closed her eyes.
Han Zhan was shocked when he witnessed this scene. After Song Ci became pregnant, they had to move the room to the first floor! But the house he lives in now has no room at all on the first floor.
I have to change houses.
After a while, Song Ci opened his eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the surveillance screen, and saw Mu Qiu and Aunt Zhang carrying Du Tingting away together.
Only blood was left all over the ground.
Staring at the bloodstains on the ground, Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable.
"Brother Han, delay the time until 11:20, and watch the surveillance video again from the beginning. There must be details that we haven't noticed." Song Ci leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes, and stroked her chest in slow motion.
Seeing her pale face, Han Zhan knew that she had watched the surveillance screen and caused discomfort. "Wait a minute, I remember there are toffees at home." Han Zhan got up and walked to the TV wall, bent down to open the TV cabinet, and he found a few toffees.
He returned to Song Ci with the candy, tore off a candy wrapper, and stuffed the toffee into Song Ci's mouth. "When you feel uncomfortable, eating a piece of candy will make you feel better."
Song Ci held the candy in her mouth, she stared at the candy with the tip of her tongue, feeling jealous. "Who did you learn this trick from? When you coaxed Du Xueyan before?" This wasn't the first time Han Zhan coaxed Song Ci with taffy.
Han Zhan shook his head. "no."
Song Ci teased him: "Who is that for? The little class flower that I had a crush on before?" Han Wangwang broke the news about this, saying that Han Zhan had a crush on a class flower before and confessed his love, but Ban Hua rejected him. The reason is that he is too fat.
Han Zhan couldn't help affirming: "Don't listen to Wangwanggou nonsense, I don't have a crush on her. The girl in that class was at the same table, and I was the fattest boy in the class at the time. The fattest boy sat with the prettiest girl , they deliberately made fun of us. My deskmate really thought I liked her, and one day she told me directly to let me give up, she doesn’t like fat people”
Han Zhan, who was rejected, just felt baffled.
"And I lost weight, not because of class flowers. I was in poor health when I was a child, and I took a lot of hormone drugs, so I became obese. Later, I gradually got rid of the control of drugs and exercised more. Naturally, I lost weight."
Han Zhan is not the kind of person who falls in love with anyone who is beautiful. So far, the only ones Han Zhan has really been attracted to are Du Xueyan when he was a teenager and Song Ci now.
Song Ci grasped an important point, she asked Han Zhan: "What disease needs hormone medicine?"
Han Zhan said lightly: "Some minor problems are all gone." He pursed his lips tightly, showing that he didn't want to talk more.
Seeing that he refused to say more, Song Ci didn't force him to ask, and continued to stare at the monitor patiently.
"My mother said that when you feel uncomfortable, you can eat a toffee. I have eaten it, and it is very effective." Han Zhan's voice suddenly rang slowly in Song Ci's ear.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Han Zhan.
The deep contours of his face made him look resolute, unbreakable by wind and snow. But there are times when he needs to eat taffy for comfort.
Song Ci felt sorry for Han Zhan.
There must be many stories hidden in Han Zhan's past, and those stories may be painful or sad. Song Ci wanted to listen to it again, but Han Zhan was still unwilling to open the book called "Han Zhan's Past" to her.
"When will you be free, brother Han will tell me your story?"
Han Zhan said: "There will be that day."
"I am waiting."
She was waiting for the day when Han Zhan would completely open his heart to her.
Han Zhan glanced at the surveillance screen, his expression changed slightly, "Here we come!"
Song Ci hurriedly turned her head and glanced at the surveillance screen.
She saw Mu Qiu.
At 11:45, Mu Qiu hurried upstairs, and while walking, he put his hands on his lower abdomen and rubbed gently. As a woman, Song Ci knew exactly what that action represented.
Calculating the time, Mu Qiu is on her period in these two days.
Mu Qiu returned to his room, only stayed for four or five minutes, and then came out of the room.
When he came out, Mu Qiu was holding a few sanitary napkins in his hand. From the third floor to the second floor, Mu Qiu walked a little slowly, with a hesitant expression on his face, as if he was in a dilemma about something, swaying from side to side.
When he reached the stairwell landing on the second floor leading to the first floor, Mu Qiu suddenly stopped in his tracks. She lowered her head, stared at the long stairs below her, and stared blankly.
Because Mu Qiu lowered her head, Song Ci couldn't see Mu Qiu's eyes and face clearly. Looking at Mu Qiu's thin and thin body, she felt unexplainable palpitations and felt uneasy.
Suddenly, Mu Qiu turned around and ran back to the room along the stairs.
Seeing this, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Guess what she's going to do when she goes back?"
Song Ci frowned and said nothing. She just stared at the video, waiting anxiously.
After more than a minute, Mu Qiu came downstairs. This time, she had a small white jar in her other hand. After recognizing what it was, Song Ci sat up straight suddenly, and her eyelids began to twitch wildly. She murmured: "It's cream"
Mu Qiu likes to use LAMER's face cream every season. She has several bottles in her makeup cabinet, and Song Ci will not admit it wrong.
The monitoring screen is still shaking.
Song Ci saw that Mu Qiu walked down the stairs on the second floor for three or four steps, and then stopped moving. She opened the small box and with her fingers pulled out a thumb-sized dollop of cream.
Bending down, like massaging the face, Mu Qiu applied the cream on the edge of the steps.
Everyone knows that LAMER's face cream has several characteristics—
expensive!
slip!
After kneading and emulsifying, it is transparent and colorless!
"No." Song Ci wanted to wake Mu Qiu up, don't do anything stupid, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that this was just a surveillance video, a replay, and something that had already happened!
She witnessed the cause and effect of what happened, but she could only watch helplessly, unable to stop it.
Song Ci covered her face with her hands, her whole body was cold.
How could someone be so cruel
That was the biological mother who gave birth to her and raised her! That is the person who has the closest relationship with her!
Han Zhan took a couple's coat and put it on Song Ci. He said, "Go upstairs and lie down for a while. I'll edit this video and save it."
Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's hand.
Han Zhan's hands were extremely warm, like the weather in June.
Song Ci finally felt more at ease, and she shook Han Zhan's hand. "That was the mother who went to the ghost gate when she was born and almost died. How could she be so cruel?" Song Ci was puzzled by this.
Han Zhan covered Song Ci's eyes.
His voice is mellow and long, but what he said is realistic: "Song Ci, not every child is an angel. In this world, there are children who drop out of school to donate their kidneys to save their mothers, and there are also children who are cut off in anger because of verbal disputes. children who killed their mothers."
Hearing this, Song Ci felt a chill.
"Save the video well, it's still very useful!" She wanted to show Mu Mian what kind of demon he was trying to save his daughter!
"Well, I understand, you go upstairs to rest." Han Zhan ordered Song Ci to go back to the room to rest, Song Ci didn't argue with him, and went upstairs directly.
After watching her go upstairs, Han Zhan copied the video and put it in a drawer in the study. -
Recently, the city where Yan Jiang and the others are located has been a little restless.
The reason for the restlessness was also related to Yan Jiang.
About half a month ago, a woman's body was found on the east bank of the Congo River. When he was found, he had no clothes on, and the corpse had already presented a giant view. She was a vagabond, powerless, and although the cause of her death was a mystery, no one was willing to investigate her.
After all, it is thankless, and the murderer may not be caught yet.
As a newcomer, Yan Jiang was naturally given this thankless job.
Yan Jiang performed an autopsy on the girl, and detected a man's penis in the girl's body, and found flakes of silk fabric in her nails. When dissecting the girl's organs, Yan Jiang found a man's ring in her stomach.
In Kinshasa, those who can afford silk clothes are either rich or noble. And that ring is the evidence that can best identify the identity of the other party.
The police listed a group of suspects, and in the end, they locked the suspect on a local political boss. In the process of secretly investigating the suspect, they actually found five or six imprisoned women in the basement of the big man's house!
This matter was exposed, and it was widely spread, which aroused the anger of the people all over the country.
Poor countries are so chaotic, and several large civil wars broke out in the past few years. As soon as the news of this incident was revealed, and then manipulated by people with serious intentions, it immediately set off an upsurge of crusade against those in power across the country.
This city is about to be in turmoil.
Recently, people from Song Fei's research institute go to work together, and they don't dare to be alone, for fear of danger. Yan Jiang knew that chaos was imminent, and worried about Song Fei's safety, he had to send Song Fei to the hospital every day before going to work.
After taking a bath, Song Ci got dressed and sat in front of the dressing table to take care of her skin. While waiting for the skin care products to be absorbed, she habitually took out her mobile phone and searched for news about Congolese affairs.
This habit was developed after Song Fei and the others went to Congo.
Seeing the latest reports, Song Ci couldn't help but worry about the safety of Song Fei and Yan Jiang. -
In the middle of the night, Mu Mian stared at Du Tingting's pale and weak face after falling asleep, feeling extremely sad.
The fetus in Du Tingting's womb represents hope. If Mu Qiu really left, the child in Du Tingting's womb would also be a kind of sustenance for the couple.
But if the child says it's gone, it's gone
Mu Mian felt terrified when he thought that Mu Qiu would die at any time.
Neither he nor Du Tingting can bear the pain of losing Mu Qiu! Just the departure of a newly formed fetus has already made them so sad, let alone a well-behaved and lovely daughter who has been with them for twenty years
Mu Mian took out his mobile phone, walked to the bedside, he entered a hidden link in the favorites, and opened the dialog box with '1'.
Mu Mian; [Hello, do you have any new progress?]
As usual, the 1 reply message was very timely.
1: [Sir, we can't do this business.]
Mu Mian completely gave up.
Mu Mian: [After deducting the service fee, return the rest of the money to me.]
1: [OK, the money will be refunded to your account within two working days.]
Mu Mian exited the chat box and completely deleted the link.
He stood by the window for a long, long time.
The park in the hospital downstairs was silent. Under a few night lights, moths plunged into the radiance like a flame, lingering and reluctant to leave.
Mu Mian stared at those moths, feeling like a rabbit died and a fox was sad.
Knowing that the fire is burning, but still want to fly moths to the fire. Knowing that once something is done, it is going to hell, but it has to be done.
Mu Mian opened the world's dark net.
World Darknet, an underground darknet where you can post tasks anonymously, murder and set fires.
On this day, a new task appeared on the homepage of the dark web——
2027: Pay three million dollars to buy a life.
Target profile:
Name: Song Fei.
Age: 22 years old.
Birthplace: Wangdongcheng, Huaguo.
Current address: Kinshasa, the capital of Congo (Kinshasa).
Occupation: Special student of Huaguo Institute of Virology
On the dark web, people from all over the world post various tasks every day. After Mu Mian sent out this task, he only stayed on the front page for a few minutes before being overwhelmed by other news.
But on the dark web, there are also many hired killers waiting to do business. Mu Mian only waited for a few minutes before receiving three replies at the same time.
Staring at those replies, Mu Mian hooked his lips.
You see, using criminal means to obtain profits is always the most efficient. In this world, there will never be a shortage of vicious people who commit crimes for money.
Han Zhan: Is it the milkman
Song Ci: No, the community sends warmth.
Happy Children's Day, remember to eat lollipops today~ I'm lazy, I'll update it once
(end of this chapter)