Fatal temptation

Zhan Qi answered a strange phone call and ran out in a panic.

When he ran to the door, he saw the road was crowded and the sound was very noisy.

There was a car accident.

Someone was on the phone while crossing the road, and was run over by a speeding black golf ball and dragged for several meters.

Falling in a pool of blood, he was no longer human.

Some with poor mental quality even vomited on the spot.

Zhan Qi ran over, pushed through the crowd of onlookers and squeezed in, and immediately dropped the mobile phone in his hand to the ground.

Although the man was covered in blood, his flesh was rolled up, and even his stumps were left aside, he still recognized that man from his clothes and the Macintosh in the pool of blood. Sun Yaohu on the phone.

Cheng Simu and Jiang Yiran also followed, and they also recognized that it was an old classmate they hadn't seen in ten years.

They also talked on the phone yesterday and said that they would like to ask out to have a meal together.

But I didn't expect...

Jiang Yiran couldn't help it, bent over and vomited loudly.Cheng Simu, who was standing with him, quickly grabbed his shoulders and supported his body, "Are you all right?"

He didn't expect him to react so strongly, as if he had seen a similar scene before.

But after thinking about it, isn't it?

Could it be that Jiang Yiran still has shadows about that matter?After all, this is the second time they have seen their good friend die in front of them, in such an intuitive and tragic form.

Cheng Simu thought, Jiang Yiran is a painter, so he must be more sensitive to these things, right?It's no wonder his reaction was so great.

It was himself who made him feel worried and strange.

Faced with such a scene, he was actually indifferent.

Cheng Simu, Cheng Simu, ten years of working alone in a foreign country, has your blood turned cold?

In the distance, two different flute sounds intertwined, one representing life and the other heralding death.

The doctor got in and out of the ambulance and stood aside, waiting for the police to collect evidence so they could take the body away.

"The deceased Sun Yaohu, male, 28 years old, the chairman of Sun's Building Materials. He had a small relationship with Zhan Qi, the organizer of the art exhibition there, and was talking to him when the incident happened."

"Captain..." A little police officer squatted down and said something beside the tall man who was looking down at the corpse.

The man's face changed, he stood up, "Who is Zhan Qi?"

"I am!" Zhan Qi also recovered now, his eyes were red, and he had obviously shed tears.

That's right, the best brother died in front of him, no matter how bad he was, he should be a little moved.

"Please come with us."

"Why? Why did you take me away?! My brother is dead, you should look for the real culprit. Why arrest me?"

"All kinds of evidence show that this was an accident and there was no real culprit."

"Why not? The perpetrator!"

"All the witnesses at the scene saw that it was the deceased who did not obey the traffic rules that caused the tragedy. Therefore, the main person responsible for this accident is the deceased himself."

"Then why are you arresting me?" Zhan Qi still didn't understand what was going on.

"Don't be nervous, we just ask you to go over and find out the situation."

The little police officer just now was probably a fledgling, but he didn't have such a good temper as the captain. He had long been disgusted with Zhan Qi's way of pulling two to five to eighty thousand dollars. He interjected, "We found something wrong with your painting."

"Painting? What painting?"

While talking, two more police officers came out from the exhibition center, carrying a painting in their hands, it was the post-modern style oil painting signed by Gu Feifei that Cheng Simu looked at as soon as he entered the door.

But it has changed now.

The road was still the same road, and the pedestrians were still those pedestrians, but there was a speeding black car and a man lying in a pool of blood.

From the man's clothes, the briefcase at his feet, and the cell phone lying next to his head, it is easy to recognize that it is Sun Yaohu.

Cheng Simu couldn't help taking a step back, this... how could this painting...

He turned back uncontrollably, looking at Jiang Yiran who was sitting on the steps.

Jiang Yiran had recovered by this time, but his face was still pale, he also looked back at Cheng Simu, and shook his head at him vaguely.

Cheng Simu's heart settled down, and she returned to her usual calm appearance.Calmly watching Zhan Qi being taken into the police car, calmly watching the ambulance pull the body away, and walk away.

No matter what, it has nothing to do with me, does it?

Thinking of it this way, the corner of his mouth even raised a cruel arc, but then it drooped down unhappy.