Chapter 277: The nerves are thick and I am afraid of myself
Wang Zhuo does not overestimate his charm. In the eyes of outsiders, both men and women have a good first impression of him. This depends on his hidden passive BUFF full-level cuteness skills. Of course, there are no absolutes in this world. There are always people in this world who are interested in nature.
Cute creatures have no feelings.
Bu Jinsong didn't do much teasing. Although the girl looks like a middle-class girl, the things Bu Jinsong deals with are all the most beautiful in the world. To put it simply, Gong Yue next to him is not his cup of tea. It's just a matter of teasing without suffering any consequences. Really
The type who wants to carry a gun but hates it.
The power of the air conditioner in the private room was turned on very high. The temperature was slightly high and he was angry about Peng Ze's arrangement. Bu Jinsong stood up and loosened two buttons of his shirt and smiled at Gong Yue: "Okay, okay, since the beauty is not welcome, then I
I had to find a seat again.”
As he was about to turn around and leave, the light green jade pendant around his neck aroused Wang Zhuo's interest.
At the same time, the compass hidden deep in the bronze bottle emitted light again. Wang Zhuo looked closely and found that the jade ball on Bu Jinsong's neck was exactly the same as Qian Dawei's.
When Bu Jinsong walked out of the box, Wang Zhuo asked Liang Qiuzi to wait for him for a moment, then he got up and chased him out.
Bu Jinsong walked to the dining hall and found Peng Ze who was greeting the guests. He put his arm around Peng Ze's shoulders and walked to the corner and said: "I said you are a bit uninteresting, Lao Peng. The table I just arranged was full. Are you right?"
I think my brother is so careless and so polite that he deliberately embarrasses me."
Peng Ze had already been busy hitting the back of his head. This time he finally saw Peng Liguang's connections. The entire hall was filled with elderly soldiers in military uniforms. Although the logos on their shoulders were deliberately removed, they exuded
His iron blood and power let Peng Ze know that none of these people were low-level.
Entertaining four to five hundred people at one time, Peng Ze felt that even with his head and six arms, he couldn't do it. Hearing Bu Jinsong's words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and secretly thought to himself who has made you unsociable since you were a child.
The Bu family is well-known in Tianya and even the four northern provinces, with business friends all over the world, and its net worth ranks among the top three in Tianya. Bu Jinsong is Peng Ze's classmate, because they are classmates in the same school district from kindergarten to high school.
.One is a son of an official who learned to keep his emotions secret at a very young age, and the other is an arrogant rich second generation who has inherited the money that ordinary people have struggled for tens of thousands of years from the day he was born. However, the two carefully maintain their friendship.
Not deteriorating is a rare and valuable persistence in today's society.
It's just that Bu Jinsong's character is a little weird. He lacks emotional intelligence and suffers from social difficulties. He is an odd figure among the second generation of rich people. If we were to be more specific, even if other rich people are hostile to others, they will always have goddess girls and loyal ones around them.
The younger brother of Peng Ze helped out. But looking at Bu Jinsong, there was no one around him, and you could tell what was going on. If he were normal, how could Peng Ze's classmates who were shouting and laughing in the box to fight for wine and laugh, not welcome him?
Of course, he will definitely not look good on those students. Peng Ze said: "Lao Bu, please wait for a minute, and I will ask which table still has space."
"Fuck, forget it, I'm a commodity and you arrange for me everywhere." Bu Jinsong glared at Peng Ze, "You're so happy today, don't deal with those useless things. I don't know anyone at the table. How can you ask me to drink?"
?Okay, I’ll just come and show you around and I’ll be flattered. I have other things to do, so let’s leave it at that.”
While they were talking, Wang Zhuo walked up to the two of them. Peng Ze thought Wang Zhuo had something to do with him, and when he was about to ask, Wang Zhuo nodded at him, "Xiao Peng, is this your friend?"
Xiao Peng? Peng Ze's smile immediately hardened. I'm thirty years old, and you look like you're only in your twenties. You call me Xiao Peng? But out of politeness, Peng Ze still smiled and said: "Yes,
Let me introduce, this is my childhood friend, Bu Jinsong. Jinsong, this is..." Peng Ze pointed at Wang Zhuo, but he forgot Wang Zhuo's name.
Wang Zhuo smiled slightly, "My name is Wang Zhuo, brother Bu, let's talk?"
"Hey, let me first state that I don't like men. I'm heterosexual."
Peng Ze thought that Bu Jinsong's weird character would definitely reject Wang Zhuo, but he didn't expect that when Bu Jinsong stared at Wang Zhuo just now, he was also wondering why he had a good impression of this man when he saw him. This was really inconsistent with Bu Jinsong.
The young master's view of love. In order to prevent this weird and coquettish emotion from spreading, Bu Jinsong didn't want to stay with Wang Zhuo any longer even if there wasn't that woman.
After discovering that Wang Zhuo actually chased him out, Bu Jinsong couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Have you finally found the perfect prey? But my brother tells you today, even if you have practiced and you are a professional, my brother is not a beast. I will never attack a man!
Wang Zhuo was startled, but he was too lazy to think about Bu Jinsong's incomprehensible words. After Peng Ze left, he and Bu Jinsong went to the coffee bar in the lobby on the first floor and sat down.
After lighting the cigarette, Bu Jinsong regained his composure and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
Wang Zhuo didn't want to waste time on someone he didn't know, so he got straight to the point: "I am very interested in you wearing my jade pendant. I would like to ask you where you bought this pendant?"
"Ha..." Bu Jinsong reached out and touched the ball on his neck, "It was given by a friend. I heard it was from an old pit in Myanmar."
Seeing a nostalgic look on Bu Jinsong's face, Wang Zhuo asked: "Female?"
"It has nothing to do with you, okay?" Bu Jinsong looked impatient, but after all he had a good sensory impression of Wang Zhuo, "But you are right, she is indeed a girl."
Since they are not familiar with each other, Wang Zhuo cannot ask for the girl's information. When Peng Liguang is finished, he can ask his son to help with the inquiry. Judging from Bu Jinsong's luck and complexion, he probably only got this pendant recently and is not as big as Qian.
When Wei was lying dead on the bed, Wang Zhuo stood up and said, "Thank you very much." After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation.
Is that all? It’s completely inexplicable! Bu Jinsong stared blankly at Wang Zhuo’s back. After a long time, he smiled nervously and walked out of the hotel to the parking lot.
His car is the Pagani Zonda that Wang Zhuo saw last night.
When Wang Zhuo went upstairs and saw that no one was looking at him, he took out the jade pendant from the bronze bottle. This slightly feminine jewelry turned green very clear and natural under the light. He had used his spiritual consciousness to invade the pendant before and found nothing strange.
The ingredients inside are single and there is no man-made magic circle in it. But as long as it touches the body, the blood essence will be absorbed by it slowly and uniformly. At the same time, it also sends out a wave that Wang Zhuo cannot recognize and has no power.
of hidden flames.
He put it back into the bronze vase and deployed the true fire of the sun to extinguish the hidden fire that had invaded his body. After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zhuo gave up and asked Qian Dawei and Bu Jinsong Zhuzi's woman to find out the situation.
There are many magic weapons like Wang Zhuo that can absorb essence and blood. The relatively low-level one is that when he first met Jin Guohua, the prayer beads he was holding were modified by Liang Qiuzi to destroy Jin Guohua's body functions. The more advanced one is the red bead.
The mountain's hot spring water absorbs essence, blood and luck, even monks will not easily notice it, and the biological toxins it pushes out can make people feel more comfortable.
And this bead is between the two. There is no magic circle inside it, as if it is born like this. When it absorbs blood essence, there is a flame hidden in it, but it can make monks and even mortals with keen senses feel the evil nature of this thing as long as they pay a little attention.
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But no matter what, Wang Zhuo didn't want to make random enemies anymore. At least it would be better for him to attract less hatred before his parents and brothers a hundred years ago. After returning to the box, Gong Yue's friends also arrived.
Her friend was a man, and he seemed to be in a relationship with Gong Yue. Also because the air conditioner was too hot, Wang Zhuo undressed and turned around as soon as he returned to his seat and accidentally saw a third jade of the same style appearing on his neck.
Pendant!
Meowing, it seems that there has been another big case scandal in Yangcheng recently. Although this man does not look like a successful person, the clothes and high-end watches on his body prove that he is also a wealthy person. Moreover, his current
Qian Dawei's condition is a bit worse than before.
That is to say…
Wang Zhuo drank all the wine in his glass, got up without saying a word and walked to the corner away from the man next to Gong Yue.
No one at the table knew what Wang Zhuo was going to do. Only Liang Qiuzi raised his cup and looked at Wang Zhuo curiously, then turned to look at Gong Yue's boyfriend. His expression suddenly changed, but at this time he wanted to leave the table.
But it's too late.
The man was talking to Gong Yue intimately, but at the next moment, his facial features were all gathered together like constipation and extremely tangled. He covered his heart with one hand, and put the other hand on his neck and made an uh-huh sound. Gong Yue was about to ask him
What happened? At this moment, Liang Qiuzi's expression changed drastically.
"Ugh...!"
The man's remaining consciousness allowed him to avoid Gong Yue's face, turned his head and spat out a bloody sword towards Liang Qiuzi. There was something suspiciously like shriveled internal organs and pus in the blood!
Liang Qiuzi sat on the chair in a daze, pus and blood from the man's internal organs sprayed all over his face, flowing down his forehead to his eyebrows and then over his chin, dripping into his wine glass.
The lively hustle and bustle in the box suddenly stopped at this moment. It was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were focused on the man next to Gong Yue.
After the man spat out blood, blood gushed out from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, as if steam was gushing out from his body. After a few seconds of bleeding from his seven orifices, he fell to the table with a bang, shaking the bowl on the table.
The dish and the glass turntable made a crackling sound, and then the whole body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Wang Zhuo covered his ears in time, and the long-awaited screams and howls filled the whole place. Everyone got up like crazy and blocked the door, running and crawling out of the box.
In less than half a minute, only Gong Yue, who looked frightened and at a loss, was left in the box, as well as Wang Zhuo and Liang Qiuzi.
Liang Qiuzi was in a daze until Wang Zhuo lit up a cigarette and used the smoke to dilute the smell of blood in the room. He finally came to his senses and reached for a tissue to wipe away the pus on his hair and eyebrows.
Holding back his nausea, he looked back at Wang Zhuo, "Senior brother! Don't you want to say something to me?!"
Wang Zhuo smiled awkwardly. He only thought of Liang Qiuzi when he ducked into the corner just now. When he wanted to remind him, it was too late. He said apologetically: "I didn't expect him to die so quickly."
Fart! I could tell with just a glance that the man was not going to die soon. You are so many times better than me, how could you still tell? Fortunately, what he vomited was only internal organs and yellow pus. Although it was disgusting, it was not harmful.
Danger, if this was fucking nitric acid sprayed on my face, wouldn’t my handsome little face end like this?!
Liang Qiuzi sighed deeply helplessly. At this moment, he really wanted to kill Wang Zhuo.
While Gong Yue was talking to Liang Qiuzi and Wang Zhuo, she managed to regain consciousness from her frightened thoughts. She held the man's back and screamed, screaming, asking him what was wrong and not to scare her.
The man's blood stained most of the table. After crying a few times, Gong Yue called the emergency number with her mobile phone with trembling hands. After reporting the direction, she "saw" Wang Zhuo and Liang Qiuzi. Gong Yue couldn't help but cry to them:
"What the hell is going on! How come a nice person vomits blood just because he says he vomits blood!"
You ask me, who should I ask? No matter how he wiped it, Liang Qiuzi felt a sticky feeling on his face. He stood up and pointed at Gong Yue and said: "Looking at the good things your friends have done, if I get poisoned too, I'll be fine."
My friend must have eaten you!"
After saying that, he turned around and glanced at Wang Zhuo resentfully, "Senior brother, I'm going to the bathroom to clean up the instrument."
Wang Zhuo nodded, suppressing a smile and pretending to be serious: "Wash it well. What he vomited is his lungs. He probably smokes all the time. You can see that they are all black."
I am so nervous that even I am afraid. Will you make me vomit with just a few words? Let me tell you, the disgusting things that can make me vomit have not yet appeared on earth! With a snort, Liang Qiuzi walked out of the box and walked towards the clouds.
Go to the bathroom.
Not long after, Peng Liguang, Peng Ze and several soldiers trotted into the room. Others were checking whether the man had any signs of life, but Peng Liguang walked up to Wang Zhuo with a wry smile and said softly: "Master Wang,
What's going on?"
"How do I know? This kid vomited while we were drinking. Fortunately, I dodge quickly, but I still vomited in Junior Brother Liang's face."
Peng Ze was behind his father. After hearing Wang Zhuo's words, he couldn't help walking over and frowning: "Friend, you and Xiang Rongyi were sitting together just now, right? When the police come later, can you cooperate and tell me everything you know?"
Tell the police..."
Before he finished speaking, Peng Liguang turned around and stopped Peng Ze, "Okay, you have nothing to do here. Go out and explain it to the guests."
Peng Ze found that his father's attitude towards Wang Zhuo did not seem to be a superior-subordinate relationship. Wang Zhuo's status seemed to be equal to that of Peng Liguang, and his father treated him respectfully like a subordinate. He reluctantly suppressed his doubts and turned around to comfort Gong Yue.
Then he went out to greet the guests.
Peng Liguang whispered: "Master Wang, is this really an emergency?"
"Probably not." Wang Zhuo knew that Peng Liguang was extremely well-informed and believed that it would not take long for him to connect Qian Dawei and the death of Xiang Rongyi. "I heard that someone died like this before."
Peng Liguang wanted to ask in detail, but seeing that Wang Zhuo also seemed to be frowning and confused, he had to ask Wang Zhuo to stay and wait for the police forensic doctor to come and examine the body.
After Liang Qiuzi washed away the blood and dirt before returning to the box, the door had been cordoned off and police officers were everywhere.
A policeman wanted to stop Liang Qiuzi, but Geng Wentian, who arrived in time, invited him in.
The forensic doctor has made a brief analysis of the cause of Xiang Rongyi's death. After Geng Wentian arrived, the forensic doctor stepped forward to introduce the deceased and said: "The blood in the whole body is transpiration, which is similar to Qian Dawei's case. It is possible that he smoked a large amount of methamphetamine mixture..."
Geng Wentian was too lazy to listen to the forensic doctor's technical terms and said directly: "You mean he also takes drugs?"
The so-called methamphetamine is methamphetamine. The forensic doctor nodded, "Nowadays, a psychedelic drug called paramethoxymethamphetamine, or PMMA for short, is very famous internationally."
Geng Wentian took over the transcript of Gong Yue's report from his subordinates, looked at it a few times and said: "Xiang Rongyi does take drugs, but Gong Yue proved that it was normal for him to attend a friend's banquet today. According to you, the main function of this kind of drug is to intoxicate
If it’s a fantasy, his condition doesn’t match it.”
The forensic doctor shrugged, "Obviously the methamphetamine content in it is too high, resulting in a lower than average hallucinogenic effect. Mixing the two together can have a more exciting effect. But if there is an overdose, the blood will boil and the blood pressure will rise.
Breaking through blood vessels is the main cause of bleeding from the seven orifices. Of course, it is only a prediction now, and we have to wait for the autopsy report of Qian Dawei and this person before we can make a final judgment on the cause of death."
Geng Wentian waved to the forensic doctor and his subordinates to send the body to the identification center, and then walked towards Wang Zhuo. He did not know Peng Liguang, but nodded to Peng Liguang and said to Wang Zhuo: "Teacher Wang, I heard Gong Yue say that you
Are you and Teacher Liang also present?"
Liang Qiuzi became angry when he mentioned this, and said to Geng Wentian angrily: "Director Geng, I heard clearly what the forensic doctor said, what do you Yangcheng police do to let this kind of unscrupulous drugs flow into the world? Damn this
If the kid vomits blood, just vomit. I admit that I won the lottery, but he vomited more than these two things. I am sitting here today, and if it were anyone else, he would have followed the footsteps of Xiang Rongyi and been disgusted to death!"
Geng Wentian didn't know what to say, so he suppressed a smile and said: "Teacher Liang, this is only the preliminary judgment of the forensic doctor. We have not yet determined whether Xiang Rongyi died from drug abuse."
"What I'm telling you is a disgusting person. I'm not talking about how he died. The fact that he fell into a pit and drowned has something to do with me, but he should never have sprayed it in my face. He was trying to do something wrong.
Everyone is seeking death!"
Wang Zhuo remembered that Zhou Huachen and Liang Qiuzi had recently launched a new business of exorcising ghosts. It seemed that Liang Qiuzi had indeed gained a lot of confidence after establishing the foundation. He did not want Geng Wentian to be too embarrassed in front of his men, so he said to him:
"Junior Brother Liang and I were indeed here. The situation at that time was similar to what Junior Brother said. While we were drinking, Xiang Rongyi suddenly vomited blood and died. We don't know the specific reason."
Geng Wentian said, "Let's do this first. We will investigate the organizer of this banquet and Huatian Hotel."
Hearing this, Peng Liguang coughed and said, "What about that, Director Geng? I'm also confused. There's no need to investigate. I'm quite busy at work."
Geng Wentian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this person was probably the organizer of the banquet. If this person knew Wang Zhuo, he was probably someone who was either rich or noble, so he took the initiative to shake hands with Peng Liguang and said, "I don't want to either, but Yangcheng
There have been two such cases recently..."
At this moment, a policeman walked over quickly and whispered in Geng Wentian's ear: "Bureau Geng, Gong Yue is bleeding from the seven orifices of the police station and has lost his vital signs." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, Novels.
