Chapter 337
"Brother, brother! Big news!"

Qin Xiangwan broke in without even knocking on the door holding the thermos cup, and said in shock, "Your wife ran away with someone else!"

Qin Xieyi, who just supported his head and squinted for 10 minutes: ...

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't!" Qin Xiangwan stretched his neck, "Just downstairs, a young man gave flowers to your wife, and your wife's face turned red! There are pictures and the truth!"

She held up her mobile phone and handed it to Qin Xieyi. Qin Xieyi didn't even look at it and took a picture of her: "She has nothing to do with me."

Qin Xiangwan touched the back of his hand that hurt from being slapped, and hissed like eight hundred people by himself: "You just have to be stubborn, bro."

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Yuan Ruan came up quickly, and when he returned to the laboratory, he saw Qin Xiangwan who was standing at the door of the office looking at him resentfully.

Yuan Ruan:?
When she returned to the laboratory, she dismantled the courier first. Inside was a circle of anti-shock foam paper, wrapped tightly with transparent glue.Yuan Ruan took a look and tore off the transparent glue, but with too much force, the contents inside collapsed and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yuan Ruan was stunned when he saw it.

It was a blade covered in red and rust, with long fingers and a notch on the blade.

Send yourself blades?
Yuan Ruan glanced at the courier slip that he had completely torn off, the sending address was... Heaven Road Hell Gate...

Yuan Ruan: ...Fuck it.

Did she not watch it just now?There's obviously something wrong with this thing, who can't get along with her like this? !

She grabbed the phone and called the courier just now, but this time when she called, the other party had an empty number.

Yuan Ruan hung up the phone with a livid face.

She found a piece of paper and picked up the blade, and there was a knock on the door. Qin Xiangwan floated in, looked at the courier box she had torn down on the ground and the blade in her hand, with a serious face: "Someone mailed it to you." blade?"

"Hmm. I might have to check the monitoring..."

Yuan Ruan said so, but she didn't expect too much. She remembered that the courier had white teeth and was wearing a baseball cap. She didn't have much impression of anything else. Can get out of the body.

"Wait... This, it seems to be blood..." Qin Xiangwan said softly, rubbing the fingertips that touched the blade.

"Ok?"

Yuan Ruan took the blade close to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. It didn't smell too much. He reached out to touch the rusty part, but his hand felt a bit rusty, and when he wiped it with his fingertips, a red mark was left.

It really doesn't look like rusty orange.

Yuan Ruan wrapped the blade in paper and gave it to Qin Xiangwan.

Qin Xiangwan patted his chest: "Wrap it on me."

She took the blade and prepared to leave, but when she got to the door, she realized that she had forgotten something, and pulled the door frame back and asked narrowly, "Ruan, where are your flowers?"

"What flower?"

"Hey, you were downstairs just now, didn't someone give you flowers? Did you confiscate them?"

Yuan Ruan shook his head, sat down on the spot, and tore the express box several times: "That's not for me."

Seeing that Yuan Ruan didn't intend to continue the conversation, Qin Xiangwan didn't ask any more questions, made a phone call, and sneaked into Qin Xieyi's office with a razor blade in his hand, and threw the things on the table as soon as he entered the door. The expression has been put away, becoming serious and serious, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Qin Xiangwan and Qin Xieyi were not very similar, but when she turned cold, the two of them were five or six points alike.

"Yuan Ruan just received the item downstairs. There is blood on it, and I have sent someone to monitor it. In addition, the investigation team's records have also come out..."

(End of this chapter)

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