The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

After Lena got out of the car, the car became quiet again.

Wang Luan leaned in front of Qi Chensheng, closed his eyes and carefully reviewed what Lena said just now.There are obviously too many lies or concealments in this, but one thing should be true.

Andres killed a woman and skinned her.

If this information is connected with the burn patients who were treated by Andres——their death conditions, then the overlapping focus is "skin".

A conjecture suddenly emerged from Wang Luan's heart, which was so cruel that it was disgusting.Is Andres' famous burn treatment method using the skin he peeled off?

But if this is the case, did Andres really only kill one person?

"Is anyone following Lena?" Wang Luan was suddenly a little breathless, and turned to see Lena's car traveling in the rain through the glass window.

The streets seemed to be a little darker, and the night rain was also getting a little heavier, Qi Chensheng said "hmm", "I have just sent someone, and I will be notified soon if there is anything."

Wang Luan nodded, he knew that Qi Chensheng would make careful arrangements for these matters.

At this moment, the driver who had just left returned to the car, and Qi Chensheng's voice was still clear amidst the sound of the rain: "Drive back."

The driver responded and started the car, but Wang Luan asked in surprise, "Why, don't you wait anymore? Ms. Zhao still..."

"Ninth brother, it's time for you to drink the medicine." The words used to prevaricate Lena just now appeared again, but Wang Luan realized that Qi Chensheng was serious this time.

"If she really wants to talk, she will find it herself."

Accompanied by Qi Chensheng's answer, the car finally started driving in the rain. Wang Luan fell into his warm embrace, watching the occasional lights flashing outside the window, and fell asleep at some point.

When he woke up, he found himself lying back in the warm bedroom in the small western-style building.

In the fireplace not far away, the fire was still shining, reflecting not only the luxurious furniture in the room, but also Qi Chensheng who was lying on the rocking chair.

Wang Luan looked at the wall clock on the wall. The golden hour hand had passed eleven o'clock. He suppressed the pain in his throat, quietly lifted the blanket on his body, and walked to Qi Chensheng's rocking chair.

He hadn't seen Qi Chensheng like this for a long time, quietly immersed in his sleep, but there was uneven fatigue on his brows.

Is it for business?What about Wang Mingsheng and Andres?

Wang Luan didn't intend to deceive himself and others, he knew that Qi Chensheng's appearance was probably because of him.

The thoughts that came up in the evening, after churning in his heart several times, finally settled down, allowing Wang Luan to make a choice.

It may not be the best, but it's all he can give these days.

"Shen Sheng." As soon as the hoarse voice sounded, Qi Chensheng opened his eyes instantly, looking at Wang Luan as if he had never slept deeply.

"When did Brother Jiu wake up?" He stood up from the rocking chair, frowned at the thin pajamas on Wang Luan's body, picked him up without saying a word, and carried him back to the bed.

"Not long." Wang Luan lay down obediently, allowing Qi Chensheng to cover him with a blanket, his eyes drooping slightly.

After Qi Chensheng finished these things, both of them paused for a moment, then he turned around and said:

"I'll ask Fengshan to bring the medicine."

After speaking, he was about to go far away, even more deliberately evading than when he left.

But Wang Luan propped himself up at this moment, and called softly: "Shen Sheng, stay tonight."

Qi Chensheng stopped in his tracks. On the first night he brought Wang Luan here, Wang Luan also tried to keep him in the same way.

At that time, he could leave cruelly and coldly, but now he can no longer move forward.

Looking at Qi Chensheng's back, Wang Luan continued: "When I was at Zhao's house, ahem... I said I wanted to talk to you, and you agreed."

"What are you talking about?" Qi Chensheng's response was unexpectedly fast, he turned around, and the fire in the fireplace reflected his face.

"You said today..." Wang Luan lowered his eyes, thinking about how to speak: "Say I'm your wife..."

"It's serious." Qi Chensheng's response was still quick, interrupting him abruptly, and forcing him back to Wang Luan's side step by step.

"Shen Sheng," Wang Luan lowered his voice, "Actually, I heard what you and the doctor said that night."

Qi Chensheng was about to interrupt Wang Luan again, but Wang Luan shook his head at him: "Don't do that, let me continue, okay?"

He paused again, and finally got the courage to raise his eyes and look at Qi Chensheng: "Shen Sheng, I know what happened back then, I am sorry for you...I don't want to say anything to you. The reason is that I am sorry for you." , that's all."

Qi Chensheng frowned, turned his face away impatiently, with sullen eyes in his remaining eyes: "I said, I don't want to hear you say this."

"Yes, I know," Wang Luan nodded, he was not lost, nor flustered anymore, he just spoke again quietly:

"So, Shen Sheng."

"Let's start over."

Qi Chensheng opened his eyes slightly, and next to his ears were Wang Luan's unceasing words: "The time I have left is probably running out."

"But no matter how long it is left, I want to try again, to love you, to make up for you, and to truly give my heart to you."

Qi Chensheng's eyes seemed to be on fire in an instant, as hot and dazzling as in the old memory.The delusions that lingered in his heart so many times finally turned into reality at this moment.

All the resentment and darkness were exiled by the lost and regained feelings. He bent down and raised Wang Luan's chin with his hands, letting the scorching breath devour each other.

"Brother Jiu made me wait too long for this sentence."

After finishing speaking, Qi Chensheng tightly clasped Wang Luan's waist, and kissed his lips forcefully.It seems to have bloodthirsty ferocity, but also seems to have too deep gentleness.

Wang Luan couldn't tell whether he was responding, or following Qi Chensheng's indulgence, he only knew that he was embracing the person in front of him as if exhausting his life.

They were finally able to throw away the estrangement and guilt since their reunion as they did for the first time, and sank into the red velvet blanket——

For a long time, until the fire in the fireplace gradually dimmed, the wall clock on the wall began to strike the concerto of midnight, and the shadow reflected on the bed curtain slowly subsided...

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At the same time, Qingyangfang, which used to be bustling and bustling, is now rarely deserted because of the rumors of the murders.

The night rain still did not stop. Zhang Mao, who secretly guarded the Villette Clinic, shivered and hid under the oil umbrella. He was so cold and tired that he almost fell asleep, but not long after he lowered his head, he was awakened by his own sneezing. .

"Ah Choo—"

He stood up in horror, and looked around nervously in the dark sycamore tree. It took a long time to realize that it was he who sneezed, so he squatted back resentfully.

In the past few days, there has been no movement in the Villette clinic, and it has been rainy for the past few days, so the colleagues in the police station are reluctant to come to the clinic again.

Seeing that the higher-ups wanted to cancel the task altogether, Zhang Mao felt that this was too hasty. How could there be no one guarding the scene of the crime?So he volunteered and took over the job.

When the leaders of the police station heard this, they were naturally happy. When Zhang Fengliang returned to the police station in the afternoon and heard that he was going to guard the clinic, they unexpectedly agreed.

In this way, he waited here for many days in the rain, but he found nothing.

Zhang Mao was also a little discouraged, and he suddenly began to wonder if his colleagues had already guessed that nothing would happen here, so they didn't come, and he was just doing useless things with his temper.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, which suddenly lit up Zhang Mao's eyes.

Fortunately, the lightning was very short and passed quickly, but after the lightning passed, the other places in front of me turned back to darkness, only the small western-style building of the Villette Clinic, faintly flickering red light.

Zhang Mao immediately cheered up, this kind of excitement had completely defeated the fear, he grabbed the flashlight and ran into the building.

But when he finally rushed into the small building of the clinic, he found that it was very quiet inside, as if even the sound of the wind and rain outside seemed to be separated by something. As he entered step by step, he did not know when he could not hear it at all. up.

"Who! Who was in there just now!" Zhang Mao almost exhausted all his courage, and shouted loudly towards the empty darkness in front of him.

No one responded to him, which was expected, but Zhang Mao stubbornly determined that someone must have come in just now, and continued to shout while walking in.

At this moment, a little red light suddenly flashed in the treatment room, Zhang Mao was shocked and ran there immediately.

But after running a few steps, the red light disappeared, and Zhang Mao almost tripped over the broken wood on the ground, and managed to support the wall with difficulty.

But it was this trip that made Zhang Mao unexpectedly discover that there were still a few drops of fresh blood on the ground.

He quickly squatted down and looked carefully at the blood on the ground with a flashlight, but he didn't know that the red light lit up in the darkness again, and followed behind him silently.

But Zhang Mao looked too seriously. He looked forward and found that there was also a pool of blood three or five steps away from him.

He kept discovering new bloodstains, and was constantly attracted by those bloodstains. He walked forward, and before he knew it, a white curtain appeared in his sight.

Zhang Mao squatted on the ground, recalling in a daze. He didn't remember that there was a curtain hanging here when he checked the treatment room before.

So... what's behind the curtain?

Another thunderstorm fell outside the window, and Zhang Mao shivered suddenly. He suddenly felt an unprecedented fear welling up in his heart.

Somehow, he felt that the things behind the curtain must not be what he wanted to see.

He wanted to stand up and back up, but at that moment, a hand appeared on Zhang Mao's shoulder.

All the exclamations were firmly stuck in his throat, Zhang Mao didn't dare to turn his head back, and he didn't dare to move. There was warmth in his chest and then it was cold again.

"Why don't you pull it out and have a look?"

The owner of the hand let out a low laugh, something icy pressed against Zhang Mao's spine, and went up inch by inch until it touched his other shoulder.

"Well, let me help you."

Following Zhang Mao's scream, he was pushed towards the dead, white long curtain.