After the people left, Liu Zhi looked at Wang Qiang lying on the ground and said, "Sister Hong, what should I do?"
Lin Yan put her fingers between her eyebrows: "At least it's a love affair, let's find a place to bury it properly."
"Yes." A few strong minions came in wearing gloves and dragged Wang Qiang out, while the rest came in with buckets of water to wipe the blood on the floor.
Liu Zhi threw the blood-stained carpet into the fire and burned it.
Lin Yan was sitting in the car, unconsciously tapping his fingers on his knees, thinking about what to do next.
Wang Qiang is dead, the news must be sent back as soon as possible. Now her position in the Huange Nightclub is unshakable, and she is closer to the core leadership of this mysterious organization.
The next step is to find the source of the goods. Behind such a huge amount of new drugs, there must be a huge production factory hidden behind the scenes. If this factory is not found out, it will be useless to check how many batches of goods.
"Sister Hong, everything has been taken care of." Liu Zhi knocked on the car door and ran over to report.
Lin Yan came back to his senses, saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, smiled slightly, and handed him his handkerchief.
"Here, wipe it off."
When working with Wang Qiang, there is no such kind of treatment.
Liu Zhi hesitated, it was not good to see her stretching out her hand all the time, her wrist was fair and slender.
Feeling hot in his heart, he took the handkerchief by the corner, wiped off his sweat, and smelled a pleasant fragrance on the handkerchief, his face flushed slightly.
"Thank you, Miss Hong."
Lin Yan closed his eyes again to rest his mind, Liu Zhi got into the co-pilot, ordered the driver to drive, then turned his head and asked in a low voice.
"Miss Hong, that batch of goods..."
Lin Yan didn't open his eyes: "Give it back to the tiger."
Small indifference leads to big schemes. It seems that this boss is more difficult to deal with than she imagined.
Liu Zhi was startled: "Yes."
After returning to the Huange Nightclub and locking the door, Lin Yan sat down with the door sliding, resting her forehead with her hands. What she experienced that night made her feel extremely tired.
Whether it's dealing with ruthless drug dealers, fighting with Wang Qiangxu, or facing life and death, nothing can exhaust her more than meeting Song Yuhang again.
When she said she was "Pei Jinhong", the shock and pain that flashed in Song Yuhang's eyes could not escape her eyes.
Obviously her lover is by her side, but she can't recognize each other and embrace her. She also feels the pain from her heart.
Lin Yan clenched her teeth and told herself not to cry, not to cry, but her eyes still felt hot, she bit her arm with her teeth, and whimpered from deep in her throat.
After a long time, the whining, as weak as a young animal, stopped.
Lin Yan stood up, poured a glass of red wine from the cupboard, pressed the hidden compartment next to the bedside table, and a wooden box popped out.
She took out a few white pills from the cup and threw them into the wine. Bubbles appeared from the rim of the cup, and quickly disappeared.
Lin Yan picked it up, shook it twice, raised his head and gulped it down, and when he was about to get up to take a shower, he somehow felt something was wrong.
She sat up from the bed, the bed was still the same as it was before she left, the pillows were well placed, and there was no wrinkle at the four corners of the quilt.
Lin Yan turned on the desk lamp, lifted the quilt, and groped for it inch by inch. Finally, his fingers caught a soft spot. He took it under the lamp and saw it was a short black hair.
she has been here.
Lin Yan's mood was surging for a moment, his eyes were red again, he held that hair without moving, and his lips trembled.
How she wanted to rush out to find her, tell her that she was still alive, hug her and kiss her, and draw a little warmth from her. This place is really too cold, and I have to worry about it all the time, and I live like walking on eggshells.
She can't sleep peacefully every night, and she will break out in a cold sweat on a midsummer night and be woken up by herself.
The doctor said that this was a normal stress reaction after a major operation, but only she knew that she was just suffering from a lovesickness called "Song Yuhang".
After returning the mechanical stick to her, there was nothing about her around her, not even a memory.
Lin Yan struggled again and again, but still chose to take out the lighter and burn the hair off.
The raging tongue of flames also devoured her fingers, Lin Yan felt the pain in his heart during this process similar to Nirvana, two lines of clear tears finally rolled out of the corners of his eyes.
It rained all night, and she stayed up all night. The next morning, she notified someone to help her move. Originally, Pei Jinhong lived closer to the club for the convenience of managing the club, but now that Wang Qiang died, everyone just thought she was someone who touched her. Jing was injured, and the move was reasonable, but it did not arouse suspicion.
Lin Yan was thinking that if Song Yuhang already knew about the place, he would inevitably come to her, and it might not be safe.
Secondly, there are too many people in the nightclub, so it's easier to pass the news outside. As for some movements in the nightclub, Liu Zhi will naturally help her watch.
The house she is moving to now is also a private property under Pei Jinhong's name. It is a duplex apartment in a high-end residential area in Jiangcheng City, with 24-hour security and surveillance cameras in the elevator corridor.
Lin Yan was very satisfied. He stood in the corridor and watched his subordinates rush in and out, thinking: This trafficker has good taste.
"Sister Hong, everything is packed." Liu Zhi walked out wiping his sweat with his sleeves.
"Look at what else needs to be added, and we'll get it."
"Thank you." Lin Yan took out a few red bills from his wallet, and handed them to him between two fingers.
"Brothers please have a good meal."
The others also laughed: "It's still Sister Hong who treats us well."
The two floors of the room add up to about 200 square meters, which is a little smaller than her previous villa, but it is barely livable.
Lin Yan looked around, and picked up a photo frame turned upside down on the table from the side of the TV cabinet, inside was an old black and white photo, a corner was torn up, leaving only the little girl alone , looks like Pei Jinhong.
For some reason, she always felt that this photo looked familiar.
Lin Yan frowned.
Liu Zhi's words interrupted her train of thought.
"Sister Hong, everything is packed, then let's go first."
He said he wanted to leave, but stood there motionless, and the others disappeared, probably because he sent them away.
Lin Yan sneered inwardly, and put down the photo frame.
"Okay, go back and rest."
Liu Zhi didn't move, but took a step forward instead, with a rather anxious expression on his face: "Sister Hong, Brother Wang is dead, I..."
Lin Yan looked up at him with a hidden edge in his smile.
"Then I'm still your sister-in-law."
"No, I think..." Looking at her face, she was wearing a suspender skirt, and her thin white shoulders were exposed, Liu Zhi swallowed, approached her, and put his hands on her shoulders.
"You know what I mean, I will treat you better than Brother Wang."
Seeing his hand gently pull down his shoulder strap, Lin Yan remained calm, still smiling at him.
But just when Liu Zhi wanted to move further, a small knife was pressed against the tip of his heart.
Lin Yan caressed his chest with bright red nails, and said softly.
"I asked you to call me sister-in-law because I treated you as a younger brother. I didn't expect you to be as filthy as your brother, blinding my mother."
By the end of her words, she was getting colder and colder, the tip of the knife had penetrated an inch, cold sweat oozed from Liu Zhi's head, and his face was pale.
"I think you may have forgotten that I am not only your sister-in-law, but also Sister Hong, a ruthless 'Golden Pheasant'. Don't take my kindness to you as a reason to push yourself. Think about your Brother Wang—"
Lin Yan smiled sweetly and buttoned his shirt for him.
"How did he die?"
Liu Zhi is not an idiot, but has been dazzled by the blood. Lin Yan's warning is enough, this person is still useful.
After she put away the knife, Liu Zhi also took a step back, panting, and looked at her in disbelief.
Lin Yan pulled a tissue to him: "Don't be so surprised, anyone will always change after they die once."
"You..." Liu Zhi gritted his teeth, wanting to say something else.
Lin Yan interrupted his words: "By the way, you haven't been home for several years, you have nothing to do recently, I will give you a vacation, go back to your hometown to see your parents."
Liu Zhi's pupils shrank: "You, how could you..."
He will know that he has parents. Ever since he worked with Wang Qiang, in order not to implicate his family, he has said that he is an orphan.
How would you know? It was of course the news from the police.
Lin Yan smiled without smiling, and gave him a helping hand.
"I regard you as my younger brother. Your parents are naturally my uncles and aunts. Take care of them if you can."
She stuffed another bank card into his hand.
"Follow Wang Qiang, that bit of meat isn't enough for you to stick between your teeth. It's different now. Ten percent of the turnover is not a small amount. Work hard. You will have money and goods."
Lin Yan's words were intimidating and seductive, which made him feel cold all over.
Liu Zhi pinched the card, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"What do you want? Don't touch my parents."
"Naturally, your sister and I are not so heartless."
Lin Yan said, sat down on the sofa, and reached out to touch the cigarette.
"As for what you want..."
She smiled sweetly and turned on the lighter.
"you guess."
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Song Yuhang squatted near the Huange Nightclub for a few days, but he couldn't see Pei Jinhong again.
She didn't want to act as abruptly and sorry for Lin Yan at the over-the-wall night party anymore, but she still had doubts in her heart, so she slipped in with the card that Zheng Chengrui copied to her several times but failed to bump into her again.
Asking the shop assistants also expressed that they did not know, and there was a risk of exposure if they asked again.
Song Yuhang had no choice but to give up. One day after get off work, when he was thinking about going in again to see if he could find any clues, the phone rang.
When she picked it up, her expression turned cold, the windshield wiper scraped against the car glass, and Song Yuhang lightly stepped on the accelerator.
"Okay, I see, I'll be right there."
homicide.
The organization dispatched her to take a look.
Holding an umbrella and wearing a raincoat, the reporter shouted hoarsely at the camera: "The crime took place in an abandoned construction site in the suburbs. Due to the heavy rain for several days, the surface of the ground was washed soft, and the buried body was exposed. At home If there are missing persons who have not returned recently, or if you have other clues to solve the case, please contact the police in time."
Song Yuhang lifted the cordon and put on white gloves.
The technical investigators were already busy. She looked over and saw a forensic doctor in white protective clothing squatting next to the corpse.
Song Yuhang was slightly stunned, and he was just so absorbed, until the other party turned his face, it was a stranger, probably a newcomer.
Xue Rui walked over, with a wry smile on his lips, and he still called him as usual: "Captain Song, here you come, let me give you some pointers."
Song Yuhang walked over: "It's not appropriate to call it whatever you want."
He was startled, Song Yuhang had squatted down and looked at the corpse.
"When did you find out?"
Duan Cheng saw that she was obviously agitated, and rushed to answer with the camera: "At four o'clock in the afternoon, the people at the police station are taking notes."
The witnesses were nearby residents who came to the construction site to pick up steel bars.
Song Yuhang had a rough understanding of the case, and then glanced at the corpse.
Terrible.
His whole body was scorched black, like charcoal, beyond recognition, and he couldn't even tell if he was a man or a woman.
Faced with such a corpse, even experienced forensic doctors are helpless.
"Forget it, it's raining too much, let's take it back and have it dissected."
Several people worked together to put the person into the body bag.
The heavy rain washed away almost all traces and footprints.
After carrying the person away, Song Yuhang grabbed a handful of soil from the mud pit and sniffed it with his nose.
"The soil is very hard. The heavy rain washed away only the loose soil covered on the surface. The soil in the pit has not been burned by fire. This is not the scene of the first crime."
Xue Rui was startled: "You mean, the deceased was killed elsewhere and then dumped here?"
"That's right, wait for the autopsy results." Song Yuhang patted the dirt off his hands and got up, sighing secretly, if it was Lin Yan, he would probably be able to tell her why now.
"First find the source of the corpse, check the surveillance cameras, visit the nearby residents, find the source of the corpse, check the social relationship of the deceased, and further identify the suspects, and verify them one by one."
Not long after she came to the scene, Song Yuhang had roughly sorted out the investigation ideas for them.
A wrist watch that was burnt black on the wrist of the corpse just now flashed through her mind.
It can be burned without melting, most of which are expensive famous brands.
Song Yuhang thought about it and brought up this point.
"There is a wrist watch on the deceased's right wrist, which cannot be melted by fire. It is probably a luxury item. When purchasing such a luxury item, the cabinet sister will usually leave the customer's information and go back to check it."
Thanks to the days spent with Lin Yan, Song Yuhang still knows a thing or two about the life of the rich.
Maybe missing is such a magical thing, sometimes she can think of her suddenly when she is doing something that has nothing to do with her.
Probably this is unforgettable.
Song Yuhang smiled wryly in his heart.
Xue Rui was awakened by her words, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Fortunately, I asked Team Song for help today, otherwise I really have no clue about this case."
They are all old team members, and several colleagues came forward to say hello when they saw her come back, and even said they would treat her to dinner.
Song Yuhang waved his hand and refused, took off his gloves and put them in his pocket.
"No, there is something else to do, go home first, you are busy, come to me if you need it."
Duan Cheng chased after him: "Hey, Team Song..."
Fang Xin pulled her back: "Forget it, forget it, let's work."
Everyone else was whispering too.
"Do you feel that Team Song seems to be a different person?"
"That's right, I used to laugh. Look at how withdrawn I am now. I heard that I don't have any friends at the police station."
"Your girlfriend is dead, I think you can still laugh?"
"Crow mouth, don't curse me, okay?"
"To be honest, I used to suspect that Team Song and Fayi Lin were a couple. I saw them flirting in the office several times. I didn't expect it to be true."
"Hey, it's just that Team Song's bright future is in vain. At such a young age, there are not many who can do that."
…
Song Yuhang twitched the corners of his lips, closed his umbrella, got into the car, and drove straight to the cemetery.
As usual when she was not busy, she would visit her every day, but she did not expect that he would be there too.
Lin Ge was holding a black umbrella, and a bunch of fresh white chrysanthemums were leaning on the tombstone. Hearing the footsteps approaching, he slightly curled the corners of his lips.
"You came."
A whisper that resembles a sigh.
Song Yuhang looked at the white chrysanthemum next to the tombstone, then at him, and nodded: "So it's you."
Compared with the large bouquet of precious flowers that Lin Ge brought, the bouquet of wild chrysanthemums picked by the roadside and a few white roses that became more delicate and beautiful after being soaked in the rain in his hands were a bit shabby.
Lin Ge twitched the corner of his lips: "She is afraid of being alone."
Song Yuhang nodded, bent down, wiped off the rain on the tombstone with his sleeve, and gently covered her head with his umbrella.
"That's why I come here often."
Lin Ge turned his head to look at her, the night was falling, he was obviously smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
He was joking: "you should go down with her."
Song Yuhang nodded: "Yes, but not now."
Lin Ge opened his umbrella and turned around: "That's all."
This rain, no, or Lin Yan's death made the gap between the two of them clearer.
Lin Ge tore off the mask of hypocrisy, and she didn't have to pretend to be magnanimous anymore.
Song Yuhang didn't look back, but looked at her in the photo.
"She was alive, and the last thing she said was to promise to be my fiancée. After she died, she was also my late wife. After a hundred years, we will be in the same bed."
"I'm living now, not for the sake of surviving."
She clenched her fists tightly, and the rain dripped down her thin cheeks, saying every word firmly.
"It's for—"
Song Yuhang raised his head slightly: "Avenge her."
"It doesn't matter who that person is."
From the corner of his eyes, Lin Ge froze slightly.
He turned around and smiled sarcastically.
"If you really have this ability, she won't die."
After the people left, Song Yuhang's tightly clenched fists loosened. She squatted down again, threw the bouquet of flowers brought by Lin Ge far away, cleaned the front of the tombstone, and put her own bouquet on it. It is also her heavy love.
Song Yuhang touched the line of words on the tombstone, and his eyes became hot.
—For the rights of the living, speak for the dead.
Sure enough, she still used this sentence as an epitaph.
"Did you know? Today, the city bureau asked me to be a consultant for a murder case. Their forensic doctor didn't find anything at the scene, so I thought of you."
Song Yuhang muttered to himself.
"You, you used to always speak for the deceased, but you didn't like to express yourself very much. Whether it was illness or origami cranes, you never told me. I didn't know until I couldn't hide it."
As Song Yuhang said, he sniffed and leaned against the tombstone.
"I hope now that I can have a time machine to take me back to the past, back to the days when I first met you. I promise I won't confront you, I promise I won't block you at your door, and I will fight with each other."
"I listen to you everything, you...can you come back?"
It was raining heavily, and Song Yuhang didn't know whether he was crying or what, and his vision soon became blurred.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting here, and when half of her body was numb, she was gently shaken awake.
The manager of the cemetery: "Miss, miss, it's raining so hard, don't sit here."
Song Yuhang looked up, and it was completely dark.
The other party held an umbrella for her and held a flashlight in his hand.
Song Yuhang got up, his whole body was drenched, and he was drenched in water.
She wiped the rain from her face.
"thanks."
As he said that, he was about to go out.
The manager of the cemetery wondered: "Who are you who is buried here? You come here every day when it's windy or rainy?"
Song Yuhang turned his head and smiled slightly.
"My wife."
As soon as she got back into the car, before she had time to dry her hair, the cell phone thrown on the co-pilot rang, and when she picked it up, it was Xue Rui's message.
"The source of the corpse has been found. The deceased Wang Qiang, the general manager of Haoran Industrial Transportation Co., Ltd., has a history of drug abuse."
Below is a long list of social connections about Wang Qiang.
Song Yuhang turned down one by one, his fingers suddenly stopped, looking at this familiar face, he was shocked and speechless.
Mistress - Pei Jinhong.
It's her again.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth.