The Return of the Reborn King

Chapter 428 Massacre
"What are you talking about? Killing!" The wind swept through the clouds, and the scorching light set off a huge wave of gluttony in Zhan Wenlan's eyes. With a slight sweep, it is as if a certain part of that illusion can be torn apart out of thin air.

Massacre!Who dares to move such a hand!
She looked at his frozen face, and suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, yes, you happened to be going to Harvard at that time." Yunxi looked at his clenched hands slowly, her eyes rolled suddenly, with a half-smile.

That was the first time he disappeared without a trace without saying hello. At that time, she didn't care about any news about him, but she was a little surprised when Situ Bai and Liu Jin mentioned it. A certain person "dumped" rumors all over the sky, and almost everyone she knew said she had become an "abandoned wife".

So he didn't know that classmate from the Academy of Fine Arts?
The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the half-smile suddenly turned into a graceful smile: "The person who was killed by mistake, after an autopsy, the forensic doctor concluded that the liver was stabbed out with five knives, and at the same time, the murderer strangled her throat from behind her. , From beginning to end, she was hacked to death without even making a sound."

When she said this, there was almost a slight ups and downs in her tone, completely different from the warm expression on her face, like cold water in an ice cave, without waves.

Standing close to her, she watched his pupils suddenly shrink to the size of a pinprick, and sighed softly and long in her heart.

This man cares about her.Others may be fake, but the subconscious reaction is always the most authentic answer.

She looked at this man who had always had an orchid and gentle temperament, her eyes became darker and darker.

No one knew how she felt when she attended the memorial service for the victim.The girl's body was detained, and her father came all the way, without saying a word of justice, and it was even difficult to see his daughter again.

To the end, to the end.But in the end, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he couldn't even get back the corpse, so he could only stare at the portrait, as if his daughter's face was right in front of him.

Just a big white banner - "Go all the way".

The large pitch-black characters seemed to be soaked through with a stylus pen, which was shocking.

I never thought that just a piece of cloth can make people feel full of sadness.

Under the faint candlelight, everyone did not cry, but breathed lightly, and the condensed oppression made the whole body stiff.

Some people turned around and didn't dare to look at it, some people ran to the side with tears in their eyes, and more people let out their voices, and the mournful cries hovered around, it was the most heart-piercing elegy.

She finally saw the "mother" who had been sluggish, like a mad patient, broke free from her husband's support, and suddenly rushed to the portrait, holding on to the frame tightly, and refused to let go.

At that time, the portrait was like a blooming flower, just showing her a youthful smile.

Facing the photo, she froze for a moment.

Lao Jin couldn't help sighing regretfully in her ear: "This girl is really a beauty."

The charm is first-class, beautiful and refined.

Like a cool stream, wandering freely in the mountains and rivers.

When Grantham found out the truth and told her, she laughed suddenly. At that moment, she felt a sense of suffocation, but also a kind of furious anger.

Someone missed and used the torture that was going to be repeated on her body on an innocent classmate.

The grass behind the library is where she often hangs around. The Academy of Fine Arts is far away from there. At the beginning, everyone was regretting the fate of the deceased. It was rare to encounter such a murderer when she went to the library to check information. Afterwards, she was shocked countless times, just what kind of eyes followed her all the time, and she could clearly feel her usual work and rest preferences.

"Stab your liver? Cut to death? Leng Yunxi, do you have no heart? Do you think I will do such a thing to you!" Angry to the extreme, frozen like thousands of miles, he suddenly raised his head, crazily grabbing She pressed her hand on his chest, "Why don't you dig it out and see if I have done this!"

Those eyes, which were always as warm and sunny as the ocean, have been stung by Yunxi's words at this moment.His chest was warm and solid, and her palm was so cold, the moment she touched it, she almost heard a "hissing" steaming sound.

In the air, there is a smell of depression, brokenness, and despair.In his intensely sad eyes, she was extremely calm, and she withdrew her palm extremely calmly, and said, "I know."

Zhan Wenlan suddenly closed her eyes tightly, as if she came back to life because of her words, but her next sentence immediately sent him to hell: "I know, it wasn't you who did it, it was Joe It's always arranged. You know that too, don't you?"

He was like a mold that was suddenly taken out of the furnace, let the hammer strike thousands of times, and his face finally deformed bit by bit uncontrollably.

"Old Qiao?" He looked at her blankly and subconsciously repeated her words.

"That's right, Mr. Qiao. My grandpa, I'm afraid that only when he meets him in his life will he swallow his anger to such an extent." The tree leaves the last safeguard.She had a vivid memory. At that time, when she went to pick up her grandfather, the old man sitting in the cold house, the man whose grandfather asked her to call "Grandpa Qiao", had such a calm and indifferent personality, high above him, and ever-changing.

The shame and sadness in her grandfather's eyes could not be concealed at all. She vaguely heard him say: "Old Qiao, I have always wanted to come to apologize, but for so many years, you have lived abroad, and I dare not come easily."

She subconsciously turned her head to look at that person, and with just one glance, she understood what it meant to be "bad air naturally formed".

Qiao Lao's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he fell on her like a lingering man, smiling thoughtfully, he didn't stay for a minute, and came and went in a hurry.

She thought of this, and suddenly looked at Zhan Wenlan with a natural and innocent look: "Didn't you find out a long time ago? The person who followed us the other night was sent by him, otherwise, Mr. Zhang would not be there." There is your investigation report. Wen Lan, tell me, aren’t you?”

She called him by his name again. When she was studying abroad, she used to get along day and night, but she always called him "Zhan Wenlan". Now, when she called out the word "Wenlan" so intimately and naturally, he felt his heart tremble. trembling.

"I gave you a chance. When I met Mr. Zhang, I specially went to meet him with you. On the way there, I was still thinking, if you would tell about 'Old Qiao' earlier, I would just pretend that nothing happened. I found it." The red lips were gorgeous, and ice crystals appeared in her water-like eyes, reflecting the moonlight, she felt more peaceful and quiet, like a soul, people couldn't move their eyes away.

(End of this chapter)