The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Seeing Wang Luan's reaction like this, Qi Chensheng's gray and remnant eyes became more and more dim, and he was full of thoughts of anger or hatred, but in the end he pressed heavily on his heart, pulled Wang Luan's collar, and sat down again.

"Bring in the picture."

Feng Shan heard the commotion inside, immediately opened the door and walked in, and came to Qi Chensheng holding the photo in both hands.

Wang Luan's eyes naturally fell on the photo, and he saw that it should be a wall in the room, with violet wallpaper on it, and among the flowers, there was a dark photo, which should be stained with blood. The imprint suddenly appeared.

It is only about half an inch in size, and there are no patterns around it, but I don't know what kind of font it uses, and it is intricately intertwined, forming a "Wang" character.

This imprint is very familiar to Wang Luan, it does not come from any seal, but it was carved from Wang Mingsheng's golden finger back then, and that golden finger...

The more Wang Luan thought about it, the more confused his mind became, while Qi Chensheng, who was at the side, looked at his expression, and his expression also sank.He clamped the photo in front of Wang Luan with two fingers, and gently moved it.

"Why, Brother Nine still misses him?"

Wang Luan heard the chill in Qi Chensheng's words, lowered his eyes and shook his head: "No."

Qi Chensheng didn't speak any more, but Wang Luan could feel that his gaze was still on him. After a while, Qi Chensheng suddenly stood up and strode out the door.

Wang Luan grabbed his hand subconsciously, and almost got dragged off the bed, but fortunately, Qi Chensheng stopped in time.

"Ninth brother, what do you mean?" Qi Chensheng looked back at Wang Luan's hand, his gloomy face hinted at anger, and his voice became completely cold.

"Take me with you." Wang Luan supported himself with difficulty, raised his head and looked up at Qi Chensheng, and said in a low voice.

Qi Chensheng became even more angry. He shook off Wang Luan's hand, leaned over and clasped his chin tightly: "Take you with me? Until now, do you still want to see him again?"

This time, Wang Luan didn't evade or keep silent, he shook his head and his messy hair fell to Qi Chensheng's hand.

Soft, slightly cool, very much like Wang Luan's fragile and submissive appearance at the moment.

"I don't want to see him again, and I won't see him again," Wang Luan coughed twice, his bloodless lips moved slightly, but what he said was completely contrary to his appearance: "Wang Mingsheng...is dead .”

"I killed it."

Wang Luan's tone was indifferent and decisive, as if it was just an extremely ordinary matter, after he finished speaking, he continued to look at Qi Chensheng silently, as if this could hide all the pain and cruelty.

Qi Chensheng really never thought that he would say such a thing.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Luan could no longer support his body, and fell off the bed. Qi Chensheng subconsciously caught him and pulled him into his arms.

Wang Luan leaned on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, endured the pain in his chest and coughed a few more times, and said intermittently: "The golden finger at that time... should have been buried with him..."

"Shut up." Qi Chensheng carried Wang Luan to the bed again, took the cup by the bed, and fed him water bit by bit.

After moistening his throat, Wang Luan said at the end of the sentence just now: "So this time it can't be him, maybe someone else wants to seduce you—"

"Shut up!" But before he finished speaking, Qi Chensheng interrupted him again, and the two looked at each other wordlessly.

Wang Luan sighed, and slowly moved closer to Qi Chensheng, resting his forehead on his shoulder, letting the faint sandalwood in his hair soothe Qi Chensheng's thoughts.

He felt that Qi Chensheng's arm was finally no longer so hard, but only loosely wrapped around his body, Wang Luan also raised his hand and patted Qi Chensheng's back a few times.

"I want to know what's going on here."

"So Shen Sheng, take me to have a look... will you?"

In recent years, although Yunchuan has not been designated as a leasehold area, due to its proximity to Jinyue Bay and its extremely convenient water transportation, it has gradually attracted many foreigners.

In just three or five years, the seven or eight streets and alleys in the southeast near the Jinyuewan Wharf became settlements for foreigners, among whom there are mostly French and Germans. At first, blue-gray bricks were mostly used to build western-style buildings along the streets. There are shops, so this place is called Qingyangfang by Yunchuan people.

It was rare for the rainy season to stop in the past few days. Zhang Fengliang lit a cigarette and looked at the bloody scene in front of him, feeling nauseated.

Early this morning, the police station received a report that something had happened to the Villette clinic in Qingyangfang, and people had died, so please go and have a look.

When the director heard that something happened to a foreigner, he almost lost his beard in a hurry, so he hurriedly ordered Zhang Fengliang to stop the case at hand, and went straight to the other side.

Zhang Fengliang was used to seeing the director kneeling and licking foreigners like this. Although he felt angry, but he heard that it was a matter involving human life, he still didn't say anything, and came with three or four people under his command.

Although he has been in the industry for [-] years, Zhang Fengliang considers himself a person who has seen the scene.But when he actually stood on the second floor of the Villette clinic facing the sun at nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fengliang was still shocked when he saw the room full of scarlet and human bones scattered in the mud of blood.

Seeing this, the police officers behind couldn't help covering their mouths and running away to vomit. Only the young boy at the end, who still suppressed his nausea, followed Zhang Fengliang, but he didn't even dare to look into the room.

"Don't force it," Zhang Fengliang looked at his nephew Zhang Mao, who was just over [-] years old and was sent in by his family to hang out with him, patted his shoulder and said, "Go out to get some air. "

"Go with them and ask the nurse here, there should be some clues."

But Zhang Mao shook his head and said vigorously, "Uncle, I will stay and learn from you."

Hearing this, Zhang Fengliang sighed in relief or regret, and didn't persuade him any more, but acquiesced to Zhang Mao to follow him into the house, and carefully checked everywhere.

In the small room in front of him, there were bloodstains everywhere, even mixed with meat.The most eye-catching thing among them is the pile of human bones scattered in the pool of blood.

On the head of this German doctor, there is only half of the face left, and the face can barely be recognized.

He was just about to lean over to look, but he didn't expect that there was a sudden commotion downstairs, Zhang Fengliang turned his head to look in the direction of the stairs, and a police officer just happened to rush over: "Boss Zhang, the car of the second young master of the Qi family is here. "

"The second young master of the Qi family?" Zhang Mao's pale face showed some doubts: "It's that... the second young master of the Qi family who runs a large textile factory? What is he here for?"

Zhang Fengliang was not surprised or reacted in any other way, he just pinched the cigarette end and waved to Zhang Mao: "Don't ask too many questions, let's go down to pick up someone."

Although Zhang Mao still had doubts, he still listened to his uncle and left the bloody room with Zhang Fengliang.

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"Here we are." Qi Chensheng said without emotion as the car stopped slowly.

Wang Luan leaned in the car and looked out through the transparent glass. The tall sycamore trees on the side of the road blocked the sunlight. Behind the intertwined branches was the small two-story clinic building. Bronze medal with the name "Villette".

He was suddenly a little uncertain whether they should come.Just after Qi Chensheng went downstairs with him, he found that the person who sent the photos had disappeared.

When I called the police station to confirm, the news I got was that there was indeed a murder in the Villette clinic, but the photo was not sent by the police station——

Someone deliberately lured them here, and it is very likely that they have made a mess.

Wang Luan paused for a while, but saw that Qi Chensheng beside him had already pushed open the car door, leaving only the empty seat in front of him.

He couldn't help coughing a few times, and when he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly saw the car door on his side was opened again, he raised his head subconsciously, and saw Qi Chensheng's gloomy face.

"Get out of the car." Qi Chensheng said two words very briefly, looking away from Wang Luan deliberately.

Wang Luan was stunned for a moment, he could feel that Qi Chensheng was still angry because of what happened just now, but he didn't want him to be reckless because of it, so he persuaded him: "The matter about the photo is still a bit strange—"

But as soon as he said these words, he felt Qi Chensheng hugged him out of the car again.

"Shen Sheng!"

Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan recklessly, seeing that he had already reached the front of the clinic, and only stopped after hearing Wang Luan's call.

He lowered his head, half of his face was covered by the shadow of the sycamore tree branch, only a cold chuckle remained: "Brother Jiu thinks, do I still have to be afraid of this?"

Wang Luan's gaze was fixed on Qi Chensheng's eyes, and then he lowered his eyes again.

Yes, the current Qi Chensheng will no longer be easily deceived and hurt like he was three years ago.

Seeing Wang Luan's silence again, Qi Chensheng moved his lips as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he hugged him and continued walking forward.

On the other side, Zhang Fengliang and other patrolmen were also rushing over from all over the place. As soon as they went out, they ran into Qi Chensheng who was holding Wang Luan.

Although Zhang Mao is from Yunchuan, he has indeed heard about the name of the second young master of the Qi family in recent years. Now that he can see a real person, it would be a lie to say that he is not curious.

But when he ran downstairs in a hurry and looked at the path in front of the building, he suddenly felt that his eyes were completely attracted by another person.

That person must have been seriously ill, and his face was so thin that he almost lost his appearance, but even the half of his face that was exposed outside was still shockingly beautiful.In such sunny spring weather, besides the brown gown, he was also wearing a rather large black windbreaker, and he was wrapped in someone's arms like this.

"Zhang Mao, Zhang Mao!"

It wasn't until he heard his uncle's voice that Zhang Mao came back to his senses. He wanted to look away in a panic, but he didn't want to meet another pair of eyes.

Zhang Mao's body froze immediately, cold sweat dripped down silently, and the seemingly muddy gray eyes frightened his mind, even if it was only for a moment.

"Second Young Master Qi," Zhang Fengliang sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately discovered what was going on, then glared at his nephew secretly, stepped forward to block Zhang Mao behind him, and greeted Qi Chensheng warmly and politely: " Why did you come here, but this case is related to that thing again?"

After speaking, he lowered his voice, but Qi Chensheng didn't seem to hear, just pulled the collar of the windbreaker to completely cover Wang Luan's face.Then she gave a faint "um" and walked straight to the building of the clinic without saying anything.

Wang Luan was not puzzled by Qi Chensheng's actions. As early as after getting off the car, when Zhang Mao and others looked at him, he was also observing them.Before finding out why Wang Mingsheng's imprint appeared here, and who actually sent that photo, anyone is doubtful.

But obviously, from these people, he has not found any clues.