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【345 An Yan's Memories ([-])】

"Xiaoyi", he interrupted her quietly, "Parents are gone."

An Yi's stubborn eyes froze, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Parents are dead." An Yan put the knife to the throat of her neck. "At this position, the throat was cut open. In order to prevent bleeding, the carotid artery was avoided, and fine sand was inserted into the throat to block it. Breathing passage, suffocation."

Bloodless and extremely painful killing methods.

The way the victim died was exactly the same as that shown on TV a few days ago.

An Yi shook her head, "I don't believe it, are you helping my parents lie to me, how could my parents die..."

Snapped!

The crisp slaps sounded in the wine cellar, An Yan finally trembled a little, his eyes filled with tears, he pointed the knife at her and shouted: "My parents are dead, and the housekeeper is dead. I have been serving An's family for many years. The servants also died, the surveillance was destroyed by throwing knives, and the whole family died when you were imprisoned, An Yi, wake up!"

"You mean..." An Yi covered her face and shook her head, "It's not Yeran, how can you doubt Yeran, he won't do such a thing!"

"He came here the day before yesterday, and his parents didn't agree with you, so they said harsh words in order to force him to retreat, telling you that he had agreed to marry the Jiang family in three days... If it wasn't for Yeran, all of this would be too coincidental Xiaoyi, tell me, besides Yeran, can you find another person who can use throwing knives in this city, who can cut all of them in the same position of the throat with such precision? Who else can do it except Yeran! In the medical industry, there is only friendship and no enmity, and there has never been any enemy, but now it is inexplicably murdered... Tell me, besides Yeran, who else could be the murderer!"

Who else but Yeran!

An Yan's words echoed wildly in her ears, causing her to start to panic, cover her ears, and her eyes began to blur.

She got up and left the underground wine cellar, ran to the brightly lit living room, and finally saw the lifeless corpses in the living room with earthy faces.

On the verge of collapse.

This technique, which doesn't like the style of bloodshed, fits Yeran so well.

It was him... An Yi knelt on the ground, biting her ten fingers and bursting into tears. She couldn't help sobbing, and murmured in pain, "Yeran...why...he promised me to wait, is it just because I will wait? To slaughter so many lives, he...he won't do it...he won't..."

An Yan walked over, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were also dull.

In this house, the two only surviving people, one is sitting, the other is kneeling, one is weeping silently, and the other is twitching from crying.

An Yan got up to call the police, but was caught by An Yi. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her lips were bitten with bloody scars. She grabbed his hand and begged him, "Brother, don't call the police, maybe...not he……"

"He has a serious history of dual personality." An Yi looked indifferent, "You once used other people's deep hypnotherapy to see how cruel the other man is, Xiao Yi, have you forgotten?"

An Yi's lips trembled, she grabbed the phone in his hand and dropped it.

She picked up the fruit knife that was left on the side, and whispered, "Even if he is expelled by the Ye family, with his strength, the police can't do anything to him. I will find out for myself. If it is him, I will... Parents are fair..."

An Yi screamed, and ran out wearing a pure white nightgown——

Once he left, he disappeared for several days.

An Yan called the police, but after he recovered, he still didn't find any clues to testify against Ye Ran, perhaps because when the police asked him about the suspicious person, he thought of An Yi's teary pear blossom, and wanted to Looking at the younger sister he loved since childhood, he still chose to remain silent.

At that time, he was waiting for An Yi to give the An family an explanation.

But she didn't think that An Yi would never have any room to resist in front of Ye Ran.

Ye Ran has no news, and neither does An Yi.

The massacre made Anjia, who had always kept himself safe, suddenly famous overnight. Anjia's property began to decline, and all shareholders withdrew their shares. In order to explain to Fang's family, An Yan sold almost all of his property and gave it to Fang's family.

Fang Keren is an only daughter, and she came here that day to discuss engagement matters with him, but an accident happened.

After that, the Fang family severed ties with An Yan, and when they met again, they were all cold-faced and questioned harshly.

In just one week, An Jia lost everything.

On the day when Anzhai was buried, there was a drizzle of rain, no one came to the funeral, only An Yan was alone.

Later, even the cemetery administrators left, and the heavy rain poured down. He stood alone in the rain and looked at the tombstones of his father and mother without speaking. His eyes were hot, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain...

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, when he lowered his head, he saw a streak of red blood flowing under his already wet leather shoes. He turned around in a daze, only to see An Yi lying on the ground, covered in scars and stains, kneeling on the ground.

She was still holding the knife in her hand, and it was sharp and dazzling under the rain.

The chiffon white gauze nightgown she was wearing had already been dyed blood red.

"Brother... Yeran is the murderer...it's Yeran..." Her voice was hoarse, like a corpse crawling out of the ground, powerless and desperate, "I tried my best, but I can't kill him, I can only kill him." Draw a knife on his face, brother, I'm sorry, I'm useless..."

An Yi came over, took off her wet black suit jacket, and wrapped it around her thin body, "Xiao Yi, let's go."

"Brother..." An Yi raised her head, her hair wet her eyes, her long black hair stuck to her body, her usual gentle and peaceful face was filled with pain and sorrow, "Don't drive me away..."

"Let's go, I don't want to see you." An Yan walked to the tombstone and turned around, "From now on, don't come to your parents' tomb anymore, you are not worthy."

The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and An Yi shrank into the rain crying, crying and crying, and passed out.

An Yan turned to look at her, looking at the face that was always behind her and looked like her, pursed her thin lips, took steps, and left resolutely.

(Thanks to love Jiang Xiaoxiao, 13920519976, the two relatives presented silent gold medals, ok╭(╯3╰)╮)