If you don't want money...
Wen Shihao turned pale with fright, her pupils dilated: "Then why did you tie me up?" She thought about it for a while, terrified, "Who ordered you?"
If you don't want money, it must be a personal grudge.
The man directly sealed her mouth: "Think about it, what did you do to kill yourself recently?"
Wen Shihao's face was ashen, she shrank to the corner, and looked at the warehouse calmly.
At night, the two guards drank and fell asleep after guarding for a while, shaking their heads. Wen Shihao took advantage of the man's nap, pointed at the rough corner of the wall, and sharpened the rope on his hand.
The man sleeping on the waste cardboard box suddenly turned over, she closed her eyes immediately, and waited for the snoring to reappear before continuing. The rope was very thick, and she had worn it for a long time, and her hands were burned a few times by the heat generated by the friction. , this is broken.
She held her breath, not daring to make a sound, tore off the tape, and untied the rope on her feet. She stood up carefully leaning on the wall, and walked around the guard man by the faint light of the old incandescent lamp in the warehouse. Move a little towards the door.
Suddenly, he stepped on the wooden stick and made a thud.
The two men who fell asleep immediately woke up. When they saw the greenhouse that had reached the door, they immediately became furious. They picked up a stick and chased after them: "Stinky bitch, how dare you run away."
Wen Shi was so frightened that she frantically pulled out the bolt of the iron door. The door was rusted and insensitive, and she had to pull it out after a few times.
As soon as she opened the door, she raised her head, her eyes met a pair of dark and deep eyes without warning, she was dumbfounded: "Shi, Shi—"
An extremely delicate and beautiful skin is Shi Jin.
He raised his eyes slightly, with frost in his eyes: "Sit back obediently, don't force me to tear up the ticket."
Wen Shihao's legs softened and she sat on the ground, it's over...
Jiang Jiusheng was on her period, she was not feeling well, she went to bed early, woke up, checked the time, at ten o'clock, she rubbed her eyes, touched the pillow, it was cold, she didn't see Shi Jin.
She put on some clothes and got up, looked around without seeing Shi Jin, and pushed open the bathroom door.
Shi Jin was washing his hands on the vanity table.
Jiang Jiusheng walked over: "What are you doing?"
He said: "Wash your hands." He lowered his head and continued to wash his hands very carefully, spraying disinfectant, and flushing with clean water several times.
This is a clean freak.
Jiang Jiusheng was puzzled: "What did you touch that needs to be disinfected like this?"
Shi Jin only said, "I touched something very dirty."
"The wound is covered with water." He still had a bandage on his palm, and the edge was already covered with water. Jiang Jiusheng took a dry towel, "Give it to me."
Shi Jin handed her his hand.
She wiped him dry carefully, and then said: "Shi Jin, let's talk."
After settling for a day, the emotions subsided, and it was time for a showdown on some things.
Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
He asked her for a cup of warm milk and put it on the dining table, and they sat opposite each other.
Jiang Jiusheng spoke first, with a calm tone: "I already know that Jin Yu is my younger brother."
On the top of the dining table, a crystal lamp was hung. The light was soft, warm and not dazzling. Shi Jin looked into her eyes: "What else?"
She didn't hide anything, she confessed everything: "My father is Wen Shuhua's second husband."
The memory was intermittent and incomplete, she only remembered some fragments of Jin Yu and her father, even his father's face was blurred, the only thing that could be sure was his identity.
"What do you want to know?"
Without hesitation, Jiang Jiusheng said firmly, "How did my parents die?"
Shi Jin suddenly fell silent.
In his eyes, the ups and downs of emotions are very complicated.
Jiang Jiusheng can probably guess something: "There is one thing I can't figure out all the time. Why do I get depression?"
Shi Jin only said that her mother died in an accident.
No, it can never be that simple.
She looked into Shi Jin's eyes: "My mother's death was not a simple accident, right? Besides, it has something to do with my father, right?"
Shi Jin's eyes suddenly sank.
She is so smart.
Even if she didn't remember it, even if she only listened to his intermittent narration, she could use those details to deduce it, and then hit the point impartially, so accurate that there was almost no error.
That's why he kept his mouth shut. He kept it a secret for so long, because he was afraid that some clues would lead her to follow.
Unable to hear his answer, she was not in a hurry to ask questions, but quietly looked into his eyes, and said slowly: "Shi Jin, I can't hide it forever, those are my parents, I can't I’ve always acted like nothing happened in a daze, and sooner or later I have to figure it out, rather than someone else telling me, rather than me trying to find out, I want you to tell me yourself.” She was very calm, “I didn’t tell you eight years ago. It's me, not so vulnerable."
What's more, he is always here, so she has nothing to be afraid of, they are not the immature appearance when they were young, after going through the vicissitudes of life, they will no longer easily fall in the wind and rain.
Shi Jin pondered for a long time, then nodded: "Well, it wasn't an accident, it was homicide."
really.
She was not surprised, there was a wave in her eyes, and she regained her composure.
Shi Jin pushed the milk over and waited for her to drink before continuing: "Your father is Jiang Minchang, a policeman, and your mother is Song Pei, a high school chemistry teacher. When you were seven years old, your parents divorced. You and your mother live together."
No wonder she had very little memory of her father.
"Your father joined Wen's family in the second month after his divorce. Jin Yu is the younger brother born after your father remarried Wen Shihao's mother."
Shi Jin's voice was clear and smooth, and his speaking speed was unhurried, which made people feel at ease.
"When you were sixteen, a benign tumor was detected."
The scar on her tattoo was left after the tumor operation.
He kept looking at the emotional changes in her eyes: "Your mother didn't tell me, she took you to Wen's house to ask your father for the operation fee. That day, Wen's house just had a birthday party, and your father took your mother there because he wanted to avoid guests. We went to the greenhouse to discuss."
It was also that day that he asked her to watch a movie to confess his love to her. He went there very early, and under the camphor tree in the old alley, she didn't come from morning until after dusk.
"and after?"
Shi Jin's eyes were heavy, his long eyelashes drooped, and he cast a gray and black silhouette: "A murder happened in the greenhouse, and your parents died on the spot." He raised his eyes, "You were at the scene at that time."
Jiang Jiusheng hit the crucial point almost immediately: "Who is the murderer?"
There was a clear spring in her eyes, which rippled and fluctuated.
Shi Jin was silent for a long time: "It's a thief."
She closed her eyes, thinking.
Depressed and sick because of witnessing the death of his parents? It all makes sense, but what's wrong? what's wrong...
She thought for a long time, looked up at Shi Jin, and reconfirmed: "The reason for the murder was just burglary?"
Shi Jin did not hesitate: "Yes."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask any more questions.
Shi Jin got up, walked to her side, bent over to look at her, a little worried: "Shengsheng, are you okay?"
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, and the turbulent light and shadow in his eyes gradually calmed down: "Well, I'm fine."
He held her hand, which was cold and cold.
She is not good, definitely not good.
No matter how calm and calm she is, it is impossible to be indifferent. After all, she is the parents who gave birth to her, so how can there be no disturbances? It's just that she is patient enough to hide all her fears, and then tell him not to worry as if nothing happened.
Shi Jin brushed her face: "We're here today, go to bed first, huh?"
She nodded: "wait a few days, you take me to the cemetery."
"good."
He leaned over, picked her up, and walked to the room.
Jiang Jiusheng leaned on his chest: "Shi Jin."
"Um?"
She nestled in his arms, and could hear the sound of strong breathing, her restless heart slowly settled down, she raised her head, and raised her hand to caress Shi Jin's face, the short blue beard on his chin was a little prickly , Said: "Don't worry about me, I have you, I am not afraid of anything."
He put her on the bed in the bedroom, leaned over and kissed her without saying anything.
The next day, the sky cleared, the harsh winter was over, and the early spring came, the wind was still cool, but the buds on the branches had already sprouted sharp corners.
The scenery in spring is beautiful, but some people are happy and some are sad.
Wen Shihao lost contact for a day and a night. The Wen family called the police and used all their connections, but they still couldn't find any clues.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the butler who had been sent out to inquire about the news came back and rushed into the house.
"Miss, there is news about Miss Shi Hao at the police station."
When Wen Shuhua heard this, he was both surprised and delighted: "Where is the person? Is there something wrong?"
"He's in the hospital."
Wen Shuhua paled: "What's wrong with my daughter?"
The housekeeper replied tremblingly: "Miss Shi Hao was hung on the cliff of Hongming Mountain. When the police found her, she was already seriously dehydrated."
hanging
Wen Shuhua was anxious: "Who the hell? How dare you do this to my daughter."
As she spoke, she took her coat and went out, walking in a hurry.
The housekeeper hurriedly followed: "It should not be an ordinary kidnapper. I haven't received any news about the ransom transaction, which means that the other party does not want to make money, and it is very likely that it is malicious revenge."
There are still people who dare to attack the Wen family, Wen Shuhua gritted his teeth, it's best not to let her find out who it is.
Hospital.
Wen Shihao woke up after three hours of infusion. The police were taking notes for her. Two police officers from the investigation team came, a man and a woman, both in their thirties.
"Miss Wen, please cooperate." The policewoman repeated for the third time.
Wen Shihao still turned a deaf ear, she sat without saying a word, her eyes were glazed over, bandages were wrapped around her neck and wrists, her face was ugly.
The policewoman asked again.
"How many kidnappers are there?"
After pausing and waiting for a long time, she still didn't get an answer. She continued to ask, her tone was a little strong, with a taste of interrogation: "Did you see their faces?"
"Do you recognize it? Are there any characteristics?"
"Why did they tie you up? What did they do to you?"
No matter what the police asked, Wen Shihao remained silent.
After asking for a long time, there was no gain at all. The policewoman was impatient, and was about to ask again, when her companion stopped her: "She probably hasn't fully recovered consciousness yet, so let's record later."
"The doctor said that she is fine, and all the data are normal." The policewoman insisted, "Miss Wen, can you answer my question?"
Wen Shihao finally spoke, her voice hoarse due to prolonged dehydration: "I don't know, I don't know anything."
"Miss Wen—"
She interrupted the female police officer, her tone was a little too aggressive, and her mood was very unstable: "I said, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything."
"Think about it again, last night—"
The policewoman's words were cut off again. It was Wen Shuhua who entered the ward and snapped back: "That's enough." The attitude was very unhappy, and the tone was very aggressive, "How to investigate the case is the business of your police station, don't irritate my daughter anymore. gone."
"..."
The female policeman was completely speechless, with this attitude, what a fart!
The two members of the investigation team left directly.
Wen Shuhua winked, and the butler left the ward and closed the door behind him. After there were no outsiders in the room, Wen Shuhua asked his daughter, "Hello, Shi, tell me, what's going on?"
She doesn't answer.
Wen Shuhua was a little anxious: "Did you come to seek revenge on our Wen family?"
In the early years, when the old man was in power, he played a lot of tricks and offended many people. She guessed that her daughter's refusal to tell must be because of something else.
"Mom, don't ask, I really don't know." Wen Shi was so impatient, she lay down and turned her back.
Wen Shuhua saw that she was not in good spirits, so he didn't dare to ask further: "Okay, I won't ask any more, you should rest first."
She was lying on the hospital bed, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. When she closed her eyes, her mind was full of those cloudy eyes.
It was Shi Jin, it was he who tied her up.
When she opened the iron door of the warehouse, she saw him, her legs were so weak that she couldn't move her feet, her body trembled, and even her voice trembled.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"Don't do anything, I'll ask you a few questions." Shi Jin glanced at her, his pupils were as bright as stars in the desert, "If you think I can't find out, you can choose to lie, as long as you don't get caught by me. .”
The tone was calm, without any hint of aggressiveness, but it was inexplicably frightening, and even the two strong and martial men guarding them held their breaths and stood respectfully aside, without making a sound. Dare to send it out.
Wen Shi pretended to be calm: "What do you want to ask?"
Shi Jin stood there, stepping on a piece of waste cardboard as if he thought the ground was dirty. Even in such a messy environment, he still behaved calmly: "The reason why you asked her to go to Wen's house."
As Shi Jin said, she was not sure that Shi Jin would not be able to find out, so she answered very cautiously: "I know Jiang Jiusheng has lost her memory, and I want her to remember what happened eight years ago."
Shi Jin said calmly, "Then."
She didn't dare to hesitate, and answered quickly: "I hate Jiang Minchang very much, and I don't want his daughter to feel better."
Shi Jin slightly lowered his gaze.
His appearance is exquisite and beautiful, not aggressive, but those eyes that are too beautiful to talk about, as long as they sink a little, three points cold, seven points indifferent, can make people frightened and have nowhere to hide.
He asked: "Eight years ago, were you at the scene of the murder?"
He would ask this, he must have found something.
Wen Shihao tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart, and answered calmly: "Yes."
"What did you see?"
She raised her head and only glanced at Shi Jin's eyes, but she couldn't look away, and said in a daze, "Jiang Minchang killed Song Pei."
What a beautiful appearance, full of vigor, noble and mysterious.
This poppy-like man is deadly, but also truly charming, and can easily teach people to sink into addiction.
Shi Jin slightly opened his lips, his thin lips turned red without a trace, and his cool and deep voice said, "What else?"
Wen Shihao paused for a long time, not daring to take another look at the person in front of her, she lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, and said, "Jiang Jiusheng killed Jiang Minchang."
Shi Jin's eyes froze suddenly.
It was dead silent for a long time, in the dilapidated warehouse, it was bleak and cold, and the gloomy feeling sent chills down the spine. Listen carefully, the wind outside the warehouse was whistling, and the old iron door was rattling.
"Who else have you told about this?" Shi Jin asked suddenly, with a cold voice.
Wen Shihao immediately denied it: "No, I never told anyone."
Shi Jin was silent for a moment.
"That is to say," he paused slightly, squinted Qingfeng Jiyue's eyes, and the cold ink color gradually splashed in his eyes, and he said the second half of the sentence tepidly, "As long as you shut up, no one will knew."
Wen Shihao was stunned and backed away in panic. There was only one thought in her mind, to kill someone...
Shi Jin dared.
The Sixth Young Master of the Qin Family, the newly appointed helm of the Qin Family, is easier to kill a person than to crush an ant. Moreover, in the entire Qin Family, the Sixth Younger, Shi Jin, is ruthless and impermanent.
She subconsciously kept backing away, staggering and almost unable to stand still.
Shi Jin was still standing there, wearing a classic Louis Vuitton suit with his white shirt buttoned up to the top, and even his leather shoes were spotless, extremely clean and elegant. He rolled up his sleeves and said calmly, "Don't panic, Not your life."
His family, Shengsheng, would not let him commit murder and break the law.
After the words fell, he walked forward.
Wen Shihao was stunned subconsciously. For some reason, even when her life was hanging by a thread, she couldn't move her eyes when she looked at those cloudy eyes.
As Shi Jin approached, he stopped again, looking at the rope on the ground, which she dropped while running away.
"Pick it up." He said lightly.
Not knowing what he wanted to do, Wen Shihao tremblingly picked up the rope on the ground.
As if it didn't matter, with calm eyes, he said calmly: "Tie your feet, the tighter the better, if you loosen them, I won't guarantee your life."
She couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but just looked into Shi Jin's eyes, feeling terrified.
It wasn't until she stood on the edge of the cliff that she realized why she had to bind her feet. Behind her was a cliff, and one end of the rope on her feet was tied to a tree not far away.
he wants…
When Shi Jin approached, Wen Shihao retreated subconsciously, only took a step back, and stabilized her body, the rocks on the cliff behind her fell down, bottomless.
He took another step closer, the wind in the night was cold, his voice was cold, and he spoke very slowly, every word slammed into the floor: "Keep your mouth shut, whatever you know, bring it to me in the coffin, if you do less than,"
If so, click to the end.
If he can't, he doesn't mind murdering and breaking the law.
He raised his hand and pushed hard.
Wen Shi widened her eyes eagerly: "Ah—"
The trees tied with ropes in the distance are pulled by gravity, the leaves rustle softly, shake, and there are vague shadows on the ground. Shi Jin looked at the fair and slender hands, frowned, seemed to think they were dirty, took out the handkerchief, wiped his hands slowly over and over again, finally threw the handkerchief away, carried the cliff on his back, and walked away.
The wind blows the beige handkerchief, sinking into the dark night, under the moonlight, the people not far away are more charming than the night.