The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

It is rare that Wang Luan woke up before returning to the small western building.

The car just drove into the courtyard surrounded by black fancy iron fences. Like the Villette Clinic, two rows of plane trees were planted on the side of the road. A little farther away, you can see the neatly manicured grass and a few gardeners. Many empty tree pits were dug.

"What are you going to plant there?" Wang Luan leaned on Qi Chensheng, looking at the courtyard outside the car window, since he was "locked" into the small western building by Qi Chensheng, it was the first time he thought about looking at the scenery outside.

Qi Chensheng simply opened the window of the car. Last night's shower had ended, but the warm wind blowing in front of him still carried moist water vapor.He also looked into the distance, and said in a leisurely tone: "This is what Brother Jiu has to worry about."

Wang Luan raised his head slightly from his arms, but was still held loosely by Qi Chensheng, and he continued to say: "After I bought this place last year, I just let the people below do it casually, and I haven't done it yet. Come up with a rule."

"Fortunately, Brother Ninth, you, the master, didn't come too late. I bought the house with money, Brother Nine must spend some time trying to fix it."

Wang Luan was blown by the warm wind, and he was a little confused again. He leaned on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, breathing only the breath of peace of mind.He stretched out his thin fingers casually, and gestured in the air: "Ordinary flower trees are boring, if you want to plant them, you should plant something that can bear fruit."

"Cherries and pomegranates, even apricots, pears and plums are good."

"I just listened to Brother Jiu," Qi Chensheng seemed to laugh, took Wang Luan's hand, and kissed him lightly on the lips: "Let them send people to buy fruit trees tomorrow."

Wang Luan was just waking up after sleeping, and he said it vaguely before he fell asleep. Hearing Qi Chensheng's words, he seemed to be a little serious, so he suddenly withdrew his hand again, turned around and coughed in a low voice, and said in regret: "Don't Go buy some fruit trees and plant them in a mess in the yard, people will laugh at them."

Qi Chensheng didn't let go, but continued to hold tightly, "A joke? Who dares to laugh at us?"

Wang Luan was stunned for a moment, Qi Chensheng also felt it, looked away and repeated lightly: "No one dares to laugh at us."

"Yes," Wang Luan smiled lightly, remembering what Qi Shensheng did in Zhao's house last night, leaning against his chest and whispering: "Qi Er Shao has such a temper, naturally no one would dare."

"Why, brother Jiu thinks that I have a bad temper?" Qi Chensheng knew what was on Wang Luan's mind just now, so he diverted it elsewhere with a few words, pretending to have a gloomy face and lowered his head to force him.

"That's not it," Wang Luan couldn't help but coughed twice more, his lips were still slightly raised, and his fingertips were on the side of Qi Chensheng's face, preventing him from approaching: "After all... Second Young Master Qi is always going to be locked up. of."

"Ninth Brother, as long as you know." Qi Chensheng turned his head slightly, biting Wang Luan's finger that was too late to retract, exerting force sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

Wang Luan's face was hot, and he managed to escape by taking advantage of the shallow bite. He brought up the morning's business to resist: "I heard what Miss Zhao said today, and those things should have nothing to do with Zhao Yanzi."

"But if you say that she is the holding demon, it still seems to be somewhat unreasonable."

Qi Chensheng seemed a little dissatisfied, and clasped Wang Luan's waist tightly, regretting that those bad things took up the leisure time of the two of them: "Regardless of whether the holding demon is her or not, at least for now The people who may have an accident are still Miss Zhao and Miss Claus, and that—"

"Mr. Schneider."

When Schnader was mentioned, Qi Chensheng's face showed even more faint disgust.

"So next, are you still planning to keep staring at them?" Hearing this, Wang Luan couldn't help asking, he always felt that this seemed a little passive.

Qi Chensheng shook his head, held Wang Luan's hand, and led him to continue thinking: "Ninth brother also said just now that although Zhao Yanzi has a great possibility, she doesn't seem to be a demon."

"Because she and Andres had only known each other for just a year or two, but many of those who were killed had undergone surgery before."

"If it is said that those people have nothing to do with Zhao Yanzi, then the reason for killing those people is that Zhiyao is seeking revenge—those people are the targets of Zhiyao's revenge, not Zhao Yanzi's."

Wang Luan's spiritual eyes opened, and he continued to follow Qi Chensheng's thoughts: "You mean...Zhao Yanzi is not holding a demon, but..."

"The dying person." Qi Chensheng said the answer in a low voice, but Wang Luan asked in surprise: "But isn't she already dead? Can the dying person be a dead person?"

"No, the dying person really can't be a dead person," Qi Chensheng continued to explain: "But it can be a dying person. In many cases, people who have connections with holding demons, or people in similar situations are more likely to become their targets of choice."

Dying...

Wang Luan quickly understood Qi Chensheng's conjecture. He endured the discomfort in his heart and straightened out: "Miss Zhao was hiding outside the window at that time, and only saw Andres strangling Zhao Yanzi's neck and peeling off part of the skin. And at that time... Zhao Yanzi might not have died yet."

"The skin used by Mr. Claus may be Zhao Yanzi's skin later on," Qi Chensheng added one by one according to the timeline: "From being skinned for the first time to being skinned by Claus's surgery, Zhao Yanzi was possessed by the holding demon, and gained the power of holding the demon, so that she can continue to live."

"Once it is possessed by the demon, it will constantly urge and coerce the dying person to help it avenge."

"But after helping the demon complete its revenge, it will dissipate, and the power it brought will also disappear."

Wang Luan's heart moved, and he immediately understood what Qi Chensheng wanted to say: "So, Zhao Yanzi will complete what he wants to do before helping the demon to complete all revenge and kill all the people who Andres has treated for burns."

What does Zhao Yanzi want to do?Kill Andres?Besides, kill Lena and Julian who used her skin?

Wang Luan felt that things would not be that simple.Perhaps influenced by Zhao Qingya's narration in the morning, he always felt that Zhao Yanzi, an impostor, would have some complicated emotions towards the real "Miss Zhao".

Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's... resentment?

"Do you think that Zhao Yanzi will attack Miss Zhao?" Wang Luan said with some disbelief. The Zhao Yanzi Zhao Qingya was talking about could still be regarded as a girl who went astray because of her greed for vanity.But if she wants to attack Zhao Qingya—

If people's hearts are to become scary, it is really something that people dare not think about.

"At Andres's place, only Miss Claus and Mr. Schneider are still alive after being treated for burns." Qi Chensheng lightly tapped the cane in his hand: "If I were Zhao Yanzi, I'm afraid I don't want to. Just keep waiting."

"She is about to help Zhiyao complete her revenge, and the time left for her is getting less and less."

The butterfly with wings made of hand bones appeared again on Qi Chensheng's gentleman's staff, flapping its weird and beautiful wings, and then flew out of the car window.

"But... what if she still chooses to complete Zhiyao's revenge first?" Wang Luan looked at Yin Gudie who was gradually going away, and then asked Qi Chensheng again.

"Then let her go." Qi Chensheng reached out and closed the car window, and said lightly, "I don't care for people who know that they may deprive others of their lives, but still want to erase their own scars." interest."

"After all, since you have done some things, you must be prepared to pay the price."

Wang Luan had no intention of persuading Qi Chensheng, he felt that apart from following Wang Mingsheng's tracks, Qi Chensheng seemed to have other reasons to deal with the matter of holding the demon.

Qi Chensheng must have more secrets related to holding demons. Wang Luan wants to know but is not eager to know, but...

"Shen Sheng." Wang Luan pressed his chin on Qi Chensheng's shoulder and murmured.

"What, Brother Ninth?" Qi Chensheng embraced Wang Luan's back, patted it twice as if responding, and then heard Wang Luan say: "Is there anything... I can do?"

Qi Chensheng was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. He lowered his head against Wang Luan's forehead, kissed him and said, "Of course, what Brother Nine can do is to stay by my side."

Such an answer was expected, but it was not what Wang Luan wanted.

When their eyes met, Qi Chensheng saw the seriousness in Wang Luan's eyes, and the two just looked at each other quietly, breathing in harmony.

After a while, Qi Chensheng took Wang Luan's hand, stroked the crimson ring, and kissed Wang Luan's lips again as if giving in.

"Well, I also want to see how charming the canary that flew out of the cage is."

"Brother Jiu, don't let me down."

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"Miss... the police station called just now, saying that Mr.'s body has been found, and I ask you to claim it." In the mansion of the Klaus family, the maid knocked on Lena's door carefully, and sent another A bad news.

Covered with a thick quilt, Lena curled up on the bed, and covered her ears vigorously after hearing the maid's words.

She couldn't accept her brother's tragic death, and she feared her own death all the time.

"I'm not going! I'm not going!" She shouted loudly, but she didn't even have the courage to lift the quilt, she couldn't stop crying and trembling.

The maid outside the door also felt that such news was too heavy for the young lady, so she had to leave after a few words of comfort.

After the maid left, Lena couldn't hear her voice, but became even more frightened.She continued to hide under the quilt, not knowing how long she had been like this, but she felt that breathing became more and more difficult, and her consciousness became more and more blurred——

At this moment, she seemed to hear another person's voice, coming from the corner of the room through the quilt.

"Lena."

"Lena."

"Lena."

During these calls, her eyes were clouded, and she slowly stretched out a hand from the thick quilt, calling in a low voice: "Brother..."