Song Nanruo's expression changed, "What's wrong?"
Then he saw blood flowing down from Lu Qing's hand.
Song Nanruo suddenly turned her head to look at the gift box that had fallen to the ground, and saw that the blade had fallen out.
Lu Qing blocked the wound with her fingers, but blood still dripped from the gaps between her fingers.
Cold sweat broke out on her painful forehead, and she saw the blade that fell to the ground.
But she was a little lucky, lucky that it was a gift box that she opened.
If Nan Ruo was scratched when she opened the gift box, the boss might kill herself.
Song Nanruo picked up the fallen blade, which was already rusty.
It seemed like this person really hated her.
She knows that if she is scratched by a new blade, she is far less likely to be infected by bacteria than a rusted blade. In severe cases, she may even get tetanus.
Thinking about this, she didn't dare to stop for a moment and shouted to the driver, "Quick! Go to the hospital!"
The two rushed to the hospital quickly.
After processing, Lu Qing looked at her hands that were tied into rice dumplings and laughed at herself with a wry smile, "Fortunately it wasn't you who was injured, otherwise the boss wouldn't have killed me."
Song Nanruo looked at her apologetically and said in a serious tone, "No one is allowed to get hurt."
Hearing this, Lu Qing's heart moved slightly. Sure enough, Song Nanruo was not as cold-hearted as he seemed.
"What should we do now?" Lu Qing asked.
This matter is already related to Song Nanruo's own safety, so naturally it is impossible to give up so easily.
Even if Song Nanruo didn't intend to pursue the case, Song Shengzhou would not agree.
Song Nanruo stared at Lu Qing's bandaged hand with cold eyes, and her tone was unquestionable: "Call the police."
The two returned to the car again. The gift box had already been packed and placed in the car by Song Nanruo.
The driver glanced at Lu Qing's hand through the rearview mirror, sweating profusely, and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Song Nanruo said coldly: "Police station."
The driver didn't ask any questions. He stepped on the accelerator and the nanny car quickly stopped in front of the police station.
The two walked into the police station and were immediately greeted by police.
"Hello, who are you?"
"We are here to report a crime."
The police had long noticed the wound on Lu Qing's hand. Now that he heard her speak, he immediately looked at her and said, "You can tell me about your situation."
Lu Qing did not hesitate and told the police everything, "My artist received gifts from fans after the performance."
"Then I helped to open it, and the blade inside cut my hand. The blade was inserted all the time."
Lu Qing shook her injured hand in front of the police.
The policeman frowned slightly, "Then do you have any physical evidence?"
Song Nanruo handed the beautifully wrapped gift box to the police, "This."
The policeman looked at Song Nanruo seriously, "Are you Nanruo? You are the one with good acting skills. I like your performance very much."
Song Nanruo didn't expect to meet someone who knew him here. After being stunned for a moment, he admitted calmly.
The policeman took the gift box, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then asked, "What was the situation at that time?"
"There were quite a lot of people at that time, and we didn't see clearly who sent it." No matter how hard she tried, Lu Qing couldn't remember who sent the gift box.
"That might be a bit tricky," the policeman said, looking embarrassed, "because this gift box has passed through too many people's hands, and we won't know the details until it is tested."
"Okay, you do your best." Song Nanruo naturally knew this was the case and did not embarrass the police.
After walking out of the police station, they got into the nanny car and returned to the studio soon.
Lu Qing often heard about sending blades online, but she didn't expect that someone would dare to send them openly.
"Although there were many people at the scene at the time, there were only a hundred or ten people in total. It is possible to find out who the initiator was."
Song Nanruo sat on the sofa and rubbed her temples, "Who can enter the venue?"
"They should have bought tickets. People nowadays like to share, and most people like to come to the show in pairs." Lu Qing thought for a while, "There are already many people in your fan support club, maybe You can ask them."
"Fans support club?" Song Nanruo's tone was filled with questions.
After getting along with her for so many days, Lu Qing roughly understood her temperament and simply explained: "It is a group formed spontaneously by your fans."
"Oh," Song Nanruo tilted her head, "Then how do we check."
"Leave this to me." As she said this, Lu Qing logged into Song Nanruo's Weibo account.
(End of chapter)