Fatal temptation

Jiang Yiran learned of Yu Ming's death in the studio.

It was two unfamiliar policemen who brought the news.

Jiang Yiran doesn't know them, nor does he want to know them.

They said, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Jiang, we're just here to take you back to the bureau for routine questioning."

But Jiang Yiran was afraid, how could he not be afraid?

He almost covered the canvas with shaking hands, and said calmly, "How did you find this place?"

The two policemen looked at each other, "Your butler led us here."

"Can you go out for a while? I'll change my clothes and go with you right away."

Jiang Yiran pushed the two of them towards the door, not wanting them to stay longer.

There are too many secrets in this studio, let them stay a little longer, and they don't know what will happen.

Changing clothes in the studio?The policemen exchanged glances again, thinking that artists are different, they know how to play more than them.

After they left, Jiang Yiran immediately squatted on the ground, clasped the back of his neck tightly with his hands, and beat his head again and again after a while.

He didn't understand how things could become like this?

Why did Yu Ming die?

Just after she asked for help and he also found her, he died without warning.

Moreover, death is so humiliating.

Naked...and that painting...did the murderer consider it a work of art?

He thinks killing is an art?So what about Sun Yaohu?What is the significance of his death?

correct!The worker sealed in the wall!When his old mother came to Changjing to demand compensation, Sun Yaohu ordered others to run her to death.

It is said that the old man was dragged for more than 30 meters that day before he died.

The whole person can no longer be seen, full of stumps, blood and brains.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiran fell into an ice cellar.

Obviously, the murderer knew everything about what they had done, and he must let them die in a meaningful way.

What about yourself?When it's your turn, what kind of way will you die?

"what!!!"

Jiang Yiran was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain in his head, and he fell to the ground with his head in his arms.

pain……

He clenched his lower lip and tried hard not to let the moan overflow, but it hurt...it hurts too much...

He couldn't bear to keep rolling on the ground, and knocked over a lot of paints and easels, making the sound of ping-pong-pong.

However, due to the sound insulation effect of the studio door, these sounds did not reach the outside.

Jiang Yiran had no choice but to bear it alone, he thought to himself, it would be good to bear it for a while, if he couldn't take it anymore, he stuffed his wrist into his mouth and bit it, using other pains to cover up the stabbing pain in his head.He bit his wrist until it was dripping with blood, and his flesh rolled up, and he didn't even care about it.

Just when he was finally about to despair, he caught sight of the mobile phone on the table out of the corner of his eye, and his dead eyes finally had a gleam of light.

He moved over with great effort, one step, two steps, three steps...

The distance that can usually be reached in two seconds has become so far away today.

Just after he finally reached the corner of the table and propped himself up to reach the mobile phone, he fell down again and dialed the string of numbers that he almost knew by heart with trembling fingers.

When Cheng Simu's familiar voice rang in his ears, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Amu...help me..."

Then, there was the sound of the phone falling to the ground.

Cheng Simu on the other end of the phone was looking at the project, and inexplicably received a call from Jiang Yiran. The other party only said a few words, but it was enough to make him flustered.

He quickly left everyone behind and walked quickly to an empty corner, "Hello? Yiran? Are you there? Yiran, what are you doing? Yiran!"

The uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't care about others, and he didn't even have time to explain to his assistant, so he got into his car and drove away after a few seconds, leaving only a dozen or so inspectors who could not tell group members.

At the same time, the police waiting at the door of the studio felt something was wrong.

Isn't it too long to change clothes?More than enough for a shower.

Could it be that Young Master Jiang really took a bath in it?

"Mr. Jiang? Are you there, Mr. Jiang?"

"I heard that the sound insulation effect of this door is very good. He may not hear it, just hit it directly."

So the two looked at each other, and they bumped into the closed door with their shoulders at the same time. After 10 minutes, they really knocked open.

But the scene inside the house really surprised them.

There were overturned easels and paints everywhere, which can be said to be a mess, while Jiang Yiran was lying on his side with his back to them, obviously unconscious.

Next to him was a mobile phone that showed he was on a call.

"Mr. Jiang! What's wrong with you, Mr. Jiang?"

One of the policemen rushed over to help Jiang Yiran lay him on his lap, and stretched out his hand to strangle him.The other stood aside and dialed 120.

Cheng Simu on the other end of the phone didn't hang up the phone. He obviously heard the commotion here. While waiting for the red light, he glanced at the cell phone lying quietly in the co-pilot, "Who are you? What's wrong with Jiang Yiran?"

"Who are you?" The policeman who picked up the phone asked cautiously before reporting his home.

"Cheng Simu."

The policeman immediately understood, apparently too clear about the role of the second young master of the Cheng family, he did not dare to neglect, "Mr. Cheng, it is like this. I am Chen Dawei, a police officer from the Changjing Longjiang Branch. I was ordered to invite Mr. Jiang to the station. Asking questions, but Mr. Jiang suddenly passed out..."

"What did you say?!"

"..." Chen Dawei had prepared a lot of words, all of which disappeared in the shouting. He subconsciously said, "We dialed 120..."

"Listen, Mr. Chen, right? Do you drive a police car?"

"……Have."

"Send him to the nearest Renfeng Hospital immediately, I'll be right there!"

Cheng Simu is very fortunate that he invested in this hospital in his free time, and even more fortunate that he is very close to Jiang Yiran's apartment.

It takes about 5 minutes to get there.

A 5-minute journey is so precious to Changjing City, where traffic jams can last for several hours.