The bad smell on his body was covered by his suit, and the smell seemed to be from a festering wound. Su Qingyu did not expose him, but listened to him chattering along the way.
He said that at this year's social gathering, everyone played games very seriously, with the focus being on the games. There were fewer opportunities for making friends and communicating, and there was a lack of a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.
It seems that there is no hope for him to find love.
Su Qingyu chatted with him in a random manner.
She kept her eyes out the window, wary of Wu Qiu driving the car to an unfamiliar place.
Fortunately, Wu Qiu brought Su Qingyu to the Qimingxing Group safely.
After getting off the car, Wu Qiu wanted to go upstairs with Su Qingyu to enter the social gathering venue, but Su Qingyu asked, "How is your shoulder wound?"
"Thank you Sister Su for your concern. I'm fine now." Wu Qiu forced a smile on his sunken face. He then took off his suit jacket and discovered that the wound inside was stuck to his clothes. It had not healed at all, but had become even more serious.
"Ah? I clearly don't feel any pain anymore, why is the wound still so serious?" The expression on Wu Qiu's face was dull for a moment.
Su Qingyu asked Wu Qiu to go to the infirmary immediately.
By the way, I gave him a small red envelope.
Wu Qiu went to the infirmary with a serious expression. Before leaving, he told Su Qingyu that if any accidents were found at the social gathering, she must contact him and he would come to help.
Su Qingyu nodded.
She went upstairs alone and saw Ding Deping whispering something at the corner facing the wall in the corridor. The lighting in the corridor on the first floor was dim. Su Qingyu walked a few steps towards Ding Deping, wanting to see what she was doing. However, when she got closer, Ding Deping disappeared, and there was only a huge black plastic bag at the corner.
The plastic bag seemed to be filled with something heavy.
There was a dark red bloodstain under the bag.
Seeing that there was no one on the first floor, Su Qingyu walked up and opened the bag. She discovered that the bag contained the body of "Wang Rui", who had jumped to his death at the social gathering last night.
She just opened the bag, and Wang Rui's body, whose face had been drooping, fell backwards and then stood up again. He was thrown like a persimmon, and his body was put into a garbage bag, which was very miserable.
Su Qingyu found the number plate "211" on Wang Rui's body.
This seems to be the number plate of a laboratory department of the Venusstar Group.
Someone wants to take Wang Rui's body away for experiments.
Last night, Ding Deping was responsible for dealing with the bodies.
Logically speaking, the body needs to be sent to the crematorium, and then the group will contact the family to resolve subsequent compensation issues.
But Wang Rui's body had not been dealt with and was left alone.
Just as Su Qingyu was deep in thought, a hand suddenly patted her on the back.
Su Qingyu's body stiffened, as if an electric current pierced her whole body. She subconsciously covered the sealed opening of the garbage bag, then quickly lowered her eyes to calm down the panic of being caught.
After calming down, Su Qingyu turned around and saw Ding Deping, and greeted him with a smile: "Hello."
"What are you looking at?" Ding Deping was still wearing the shoes that were stained with blood yesterday. She was pushing a flatbed cart in her hands and her face looked grim, as if she had not gone home to have a good rest all night.