Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao only felt that her temples were swollen and painful.

As an Interpol police officer, Yan Nantian has been tracking David for so many years, so the contents of his confidential documents cannot be false.

If the real Shen Xiujin was not that old man, why did he lie to her?

So who is the real Shen Xiujin?

Where again? ?

'Miss Su, I am very envious...I envy you...'

Su Qiao's mind suddenly reappeared in Su Qiao's mind, Bei Huan's eyes filled with tears and laughter.

What exactly... does she envy herself for?

"Brother!" Su Qiao suddenly turned to look at Xiao Wan with a serious look on his face, "lent me your car. I have to go do some errands and come home later."

Xiao Wan: "?"

He opened his mouth to refuse: "No..."

Then she saw Su Qiao silently take out a stun gun from the bag. She pressed it, and blue electricity sizzled from it.

Xiao Wan: "It's not impossible... just drive slowly."

He opened the door and got out of the car obediently.

The luxury car sped away in front of him with a kick of the accelerator.

Xiao Wan, who was left on the roadside, was helpless and pitiful. He took out his mobile phone and called his brother: "Brother, Qiaoer got in the car. Don't worry... she took my car with her..."

Su Qiao rushed all the way to Si Youyuan.

The ghostly person in the dark saw a Bentley coming menacingly, and was about to teach him how to behave, when he saw a slender and petite figure get out of the driver's seat and slam the car door.

Su Qiao's extremely beautiful little face was full of anger, and she was holding a kitchen knife bought on the road.

When a dozen masked ghosts saw Su Qiao's face clearly, they turned around and retreated in tacit agreement.

"Wait a minute!" Su Qiao shouted from behind, "Where is Shen Xiujin?! I want to see the real Shen Xiujin!"

"..."

The ghosts ran faster.

Su Qiao hid the knife behind her and tried to comfort them while chasing them: "Don't run away, I'm very gentle! I won't hit you!"

"..."

Now the ghosts are running faster than the ghosts

They were very familiar with Si Youyuan and quickly disappeared before Su Qiao's eyes.

Su Qiao: "..."

She wandered around like a headless fly in the huge Siyou Garden, and soon she smelled the fragrance of roses.

Su Qiao saw the sea of ​​roses.

Last time it was at night, but this time it was during the day with plenty of light. Tens of thousands of roses bloomed extremely beautifully, swaying together in the wind, and the air was filled with floral fragrance.

This picture is breathtakingly beautiful.

Su Qiao walked slowly over and discovered the two-story building hidden not far from the rose garden.

There is a perfect place to view roses.

Su Qiao only hesitated for a moment before walking towards the small building.

There is no door lock, or in other words, there is no need to lock it at all in a place like Si Youyuan.

This is Shen Xiujin's private domain.

Needless to say, security, and Shen Xiujin, can kill a top master terrorist like David within ten moves... Obviously, Shen Xiujin herself is the most terrifying existence.

On the second floor, there is a large bedroom.

There was a faint medicinal fragrance lingering in the bedroom.

Su Qiao walked in. The room was decorated in cold colors and had only one window, facing the rose garden.

The bookcases built into the wall have books piled all the way to the ceiling.

Su Qiao saw several transparent glass candy jars placed on the bar. Inside were small candies wrapped in colored paper. They were colorful and beautiful.

It just looks out of place in this bedroom.

Su Qiao walked over slowly, took out a candy and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweetness spread on the tip of her tongue.

It was the same candy that Ah Jiu had prepared for her in the car...

In the silent space, Su Qiao could hear the trembling in her breathing. Her hands were shaking a little. She took out her mobile phone and dialed the number by mistake several times before finally dialing it.

——That was the number left to her by her black-robed master.

Su Qiao waited with bated breath.

A heart was lifted from the chest, leaving a helpless hole, waiting for something else to fill it.

Those few seconds of silence lasted as long as a century for Su Qiao.

She finally waited until her phone rang.

At the same time, a cell phone ringtone also rang in a corner of the bedroom.

--Jingle Bell.

Following the sound, Su Qiao walked to the bedside and opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table. There was a mobile phone lying quietly inside.

Caller ID - my rose.

Su Qiao felt that the blood in her body was almost solidified. She stretched out her trembling hand, picked up the phone, and opened the address book.

There are several numbers stored in it, all of which she has used since childhood.

And the notes on these numbers are without exception - 'My Rose'.

Su Qiao's tears fell instantly.