Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1769 Rose Manor (58)

  The results of the truck crash case will come out soon.

   It turned out that the truck driver was fine, and it was indeed drunk driving, but it was indeed accidental.

  The real problem is the car behind them.

  There is a bomb hidden in the car, ready to hit it at the intersection and detonate the bomb.

   As a result, I never thought that stealing chickens would cost me nothing, but I was hit by a truck instead.

  The bomb was detonated on the spot, so the explosion accident occurred.

  The family members of the two people in the car have already collected the money.

   It is equivalent to exchanging life for money, and it is bound to die with him.

When   S came to report, Mr. Qiao looked calm and closed the document in his hand without haste.

   With slender and white finger bones, he tapped on the table slowly.

   One, one, and another.

   It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.

   "Have you found out who it is?"

  His voice was gentle, and his deep gaze quietly fell on the withered roses all over the ground outside the window.

  The dim color seemed to cool his cold eyes a bit.

  The ice is cold, but his complexion is still warm and white, as if he will never have a bad temper.

  S, who was in charge of secret affairs, always bowed respectfully, and replied: "It's Joe...Mr. Er."

   The result was no surprise.

  S said: "Mr. Er is very cunning this time. He let the Lin family who had an enemy with us before take action, and he provided funds in the name of the project behind the scenes."

  The method is smarter, but he probably never thought of it...

   Mr. Qiao still has a somewhat black background.

   Use contacts to check, and you can still find out something.

  Mr. Qiao, who has always been mild-tempered, has a calm complexion, staring at the withered roses outside the window, his eyes are dark.

   Almost no extra emotions are shown.

  Happiness and anger are invisible.

  He didn't speak for a long time, and S has been maintaining this posture.

   Until, there was a knock on the door of the silent study room.

   Outside, Uncle Wang's voice came, breaking the excessive silence in the room.

   "Sir, Mr. Er sent a gift over and asked you to open it yourself."

  Mr. Qiao raised his eyes calmly.

  S agrees, and goes to open the door.

  Uncle Wang came in holding a wrapped gift box.

   Almost instantly, S smelled the smell of blood keenly.

  His expression immediately became stern, he held down Uncle Wang's movement, and looked at Qiao Fuxing.

   "Sir, there may be danger."

  Uncle Wang quickly stopped: "Don't worry, sir, there is no bomb, we have checked it."

   "That's when we look through X-rays...inside..."

  He hesitated to speak, "Like a hand."

  Mr. Qiao, sitting on the office chair, has light brows and eyes, still calm.

   His deep eyes fell on the gift box, his face was still gentle, without any change.

   Only tapped the desktop, and said calmly, "Open it and have a look."

  S followed suit immediately.

   Once the gift box was opened, indeed, there was no bomb.

  The stench of blood was so strong that one would vomit from last night's dinner.

  S only glanced at it, and then took out a greeting card that was attached inside.

  The greeting card has been blood-stained more than half, and the black handwriting and pen and ink have been smudged, blending with the blood.

  The color contrast is extremely great, and it also sets off extremely cold.

  Coldly inhuman, downright, insane.

  S scanned the words above, and then looked at Uncle Wang.

  Uncle Wang also saw the above content and was shocked.

   The two of them looked at each other, their expressions a little uneasy.

  (end of this chapter)