Fatal temptation

A good ward was filled with the smell of gunpowder in an instant.

After a long time, it was Cheng Siqin who lost the battle first, "I won't interfere in your affairs anymore, my parents and grandpa will also stand in the way for you."

After saying this, he stood up and walked out of the ward without looking back.

After Cheng Siqin left, Cheng Simu immediately asked, "What did you say to my brother? How could he be so easy to talk to?"

"I promise him that nothing will happen to you."

"You..." Cheng Simu never thought that he would hear these words.A strange feeling gradually rose in his heart.

Is that what he thought?

"Aran, what do you mean?"

"Let's be together, Amu. Ten years ago... I remembered that incident."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten it for so many years. Dr. Gu is right. I have been avoiding my illness all this time. That's because I subconsciously feel that these memories are dark and without sunlight."

"..."

"Amu, this is your secret. As long as we reveal it first, he won't be able to hurt you. All the dead paid with their lives to cover up their secrets. As long as you reveal it, he has no weapons could hurt you."

"..." If someone else was present, they would probably think that Jiang Yiran was delirious again and talking nonsense.Because he spoke inconsequentially, others were absolutely clueless.

But Cheng Simu knew what he meant.

"I know your secret."

If the oil painting is to show people the bloody results, then the note at every crime scene is the beginning of all tragedies.

Cheng Simu is now sure that each of them must have experienced the most scalp-numbing fear before they died.

They were afraid that their secrets would be exposed, and they were afraid of showing their worst side in front of others, so the murderer killed them, and wanted to ruin their reputation after their death, so that they would not even have peace of mind.

What kind of deep hatred is this?

"Yiran...then...what is your secret?" Cheng Simu could hardly ask this question.

He originally thought that the secrets of the two should be shared, so that neither of them would have to die, but Jiang Yiran's face changed drastically after hearing this, and his eyes dodged.

"This...I can't say."

"Jiang Yiran! What are you afraid of? It's a matter of life and death, what else can't be said?!" Cheng Simu finally lost his demeanor again. He stood up abruptly, kicked over the chair next to him, and stared fiercely at him. He, like poking a hole in his face.

The last time Jiang Yiran saw him like this was ten years ago, he pulled Zhan Qi out of the car like this, glared at him fiercely, and asked him why he came to Wushi Mountain?Why knock Zhao Yu down?

Jiang Yiran couldn't look directly at him, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, I really can't say.Because I understand that once I say it, you won't like me who is so dirty anymore.

Forgive my selfishness.

"Amu, do you believe me?"

"You don't tell me anything, how can I trust you?" Cheng Simu remembered that this was the second time Jiang Yiran asked himself this question, but this time, he gave a different answer.

"I...can't say. But, when everything is settled, you will know. Aren't you guys always trying to hypnotize me?"

"You..." He knew... No one told him, how could he know?

"Don't ask me how I know, anyway... I have my own channels." Jiang Yiran lowered his eyes, thinking with some self-mockery, how do you think I've survived till now?

Ah Mu, you don't know, I am also a master at collecting secrets.

Cheng Simu finally calmed down. He sat back on the bed again, put his hands on Jiang Yiran's, intertwined with his fingers, "Yiran, are you going to establish a relationship with me?"

"Well, I can't wrong you." It's hard for Jiang Yiran to smile like a spring breeze at this moment, without any haze.

So Cheng Simu took out his mobile phone, clicked on the big hands of the two of them and took a photo, waiting for the right time to post it on the Internet, or send it to the mailboxes of major media.

As the saying goes, if you want to play, play big.

Thinking of this, Cheng Simu couldn't help feeling happy, don't you appreciate our panicked look?Then I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of people's words, and I am not afraid of legal sanctions. Where else can you beat me?

But just when Cheng Jiang and the two were communicating with each other, Zhan Qi in the detention center was not so easy.

The person who captured him didn't have time to interrogate him, and he didn't have time to convict him, so he got into a car accident and lay in the hospital dead.

Originally, at such a good time, Zhan Zheng could have moved him out, but now he is too busy to take care of himself.

First, several major projects he had reviewed were exposed to serious safety hazards. Then, someone reported that he had accepted bribes from land developers for many times. The amount was relatively large. Although there was no conclusive evidence, it was enough to attract attention. Now it has been controlled by the Supreme Procuratorate and is being interrogated every day.

Not surprisingly, the leader of the investigation team was 36-year-old Cheng Siqin.

But at this moment of peril, the real pillar of the Zhan family, Mr. Zhan, is hiding in the old house without leaving home. He looks like he is isolated from the world and doesn't care about world affairs. It seems that he is going to completely abandon the pair of children and grandchildren.

Changjing's circle exploded, and they all said that this old man is the real smart person, and this trick of abandoning the pawn and protecting the handsome is well used.However, it is unknown if there will be a trace of unbearable and guilty feelings towards his flesh and blood when he dreams back in the middle of the night.

In the dim single room, Zhan Qi curled up in a dirty corner like a mouse. He buried his head tightly in his knees and tried his best to shrink himself into a small ball, as if he was avoiding someone, or ,what".

"Don't...don't come here...I beg you...please forgive me...please forgive me..."

"Forgive you, who will spare me?" The clear young voice sounded in this small place of more than ten square meters, with an echo, adding a bit of hollowness and gloom.

"Who?! Who's there?! Who's talking?"

"I did nothing wrong, why did you kill me?"

"I didn't... I didn't..." Zhan Qi buried his head deeper, his body was shaking violently.

"No? Ah Qi, didn't you kill A Yu because you loved me? Why didn't you admit it? Could it be that what you told me was all false?" This time, the boy's voice was replaced by a mature woman The voice is accompanied by a coquettish smile, which used to be Zhan Qi's favorite laughter, but now, he only feels goosebumps slowly appearing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.