After Lao Jiu and Tang Zheng passed by, Ye Lancheng was still in the study. An Zhisu did not bother her and went back to the bedroom. As soon as he finished washing and lay on the bed, Song Jiaren's video was sent over.
An Zhisu answered the video, and Song Jiaren's face wearing a facial mask appeared on the screen. The background was also the study room. Apparently she was still busy applying the facial mask and took time out of her busy schedule to video chat with her.
"Why are you still busy?" An Zhisu asked.
"I recently took on a criminal prosecution case and am collecting and organizing materials. Unlike someone, I still have time to slaughter a fat sheep and have a feast." Attorney Song said with envy.
An Zhisu chuckled: "Do you know who I killed today?"
"Isn't he your husband?" Song Jiaren subconsciously thought it was Ye Lancheng. After all, besides Ye Lancheng, who else could be so doting on An Zhisu.
"Bah, bah, bah, he's not my husband." An Zhisu said three times before revealing the answer: "It's Shen Zizhuo."
Song Jiaren's eyes widened, thinking she heard wrongly: "Who are you talking about?"
"You heard me right, it's Shen Zizhuo. He stopped in the school when I was out of class today and said he wanted to treat me to a meal and give it to the fat sheep at hand. If you don't kill it, you won't kill it." An Zhisu said.
Song Jiaren took a breath: "Classmate An, are you too brave? Are you afraid that he will poison you in the food?"
"You have watched too many TV series," An Zhisu rolled her eyes: "It's not the first time I've seen him. Counting it up, today is the third time I've seen him."
"What, you've met him three times?" Song Jia seemed to have heard something incredible and said hurriedly: "Tell me, why haven't I heard you say this before?"
An Zhisu then briefly talked about the time he was in France and the time he just went to S University to report.
"So, Shen Zizhuo has been approaching you for a long time. Classmate An, your fate is really great. You survived Shen Zizhuo's hands the first two times you were alone. If he had tied you up at that time, he would have dragged you until there was no one else.
He was killed in a different place, and we couldn't even find the body." Song Jiaren said in fear.
An Zhisu didn't feel scared at first, but when Song Jiaren said this, he felt a little creepy. He shuddered and said: "You are scaring me again. Let me tell you, I made him very angry today."
"Oh? Why are you angry with him?" Song Jiaren became interested and stopped reading the file.
An Zhisu then recounted to Song Jiaren what happened during dinner tonight and what he said.
"Hahahaha..." After listening, Barrister Song banged the table and laughed so much that the mask fell off his face: "Baby, you really got my true inheritance. You are better than others, and your mouth is better than mine."
You're still poisonous. You actually asked someone if they wanted to order a shroud, hahahaha, how could you be so talented? I laughed so hard. You can imagine that Shen Zizhuo's face must have been very dark at that time."
An Zhisu thought for a while: "He didn't seem to have any reaction. He was quite calm about everything I said. I don't know if he really didn't care or if he was pretending. But his subordinates were very angry with me. If looks could kill, I would have
He was cut to pieces by his men."
"That's not pretending, that's tolerance. This can be seen from the fact that he could endure it for more than ten years before coming back for revenge." Song Jiaren commented, although she has not met Shen Zizhuo yet, but she just heard about his "great achievements"
You can also guess what his personality is.
"You're right." An Zhisu agreed.
The two best friends chatted for a while, and Song Jiaren was about to end the video call. She had to continue her work and could not continue chatting with An Zhisu. The case that required assistance was quite difficult. She had been overwhelmed recently and had no idea what to do.
…
It's quiet at night.
A figure ran wildly along the deserted alley. In the quiet night, the only sounds were his running and breathing, and the sound of the pursuit getting closer and closer behind him.
The man is like a helpless cheetah, escaping from the hunter. At first he can maintain his speed and energy to escape, but as he runs further and further away, he becomes more and more tired. His physical strength is being exhausted, and his legs are like water. Like lead, every step is extremely heavy.
Plop!
In the end, he collapsed due to severe physical exhaustion.
At the same time, he was dragged into another hidden alley by a force.
The man raised his head with difficulty and saw a man and a woman standing in front of him. In the darkness, he seemed to see hope, but when he saw who the man and woman were, he fell into an even more desperate situation.
"Si, Miss Si." The man's voice trembled with fear.
He Siyi stood in front of him coldly: "Can you run away?"
The man was so frightened that he tugged on He Siyi's trouser leg and begged for mercy: "Sister Si, please spare me, please spare me. I didn't mean to sell the information to the police. I was too short of money and I owed loan sharks. If I don't pay back the money, they will kill me, Sister Si, Sister Si, please beg Brother Li for me, I will never dare to do it again."
"Brother Li, you know the rules. I can't save you." He Siyi slowly raised the gun and pointed it at his head: "What I can do to help you is give you a good time."
"No, don't." The man grabbed the man next to He Siyi in fear: "Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng, please beg Sister Si for me. We came in together. Please help me and beg Sister Si not to kill me." .”
Fang Cheng, who was holding his trousers, looked at the man expressionlessly. His hands behind his back were tightly clenched into fists. No one knew how much he was suffering in his heart.
puff!
The silenced gun rang out as the man begged for mercy. Fang Cheng saw that the man was shot in the middle of his eyebrow. The bullet penetrated the back of the man's head and rolled to the ground with blood. The blood spattered from the eyebrow was sprinkled on his trouser legs, and then It was fishy and hot. It was like a piece of hot iron burning his leg. The pain was so painful that he could hardly stand still.
The hand behind his back was forcibly pulled out, and the warm gun was stuffed into his hand. A low voice sounded in his ear: "I will kill the person for you. If you don't want Brother Li to doubt you, just take the gun." .”
My weak hand tightly grasped the gun in my hand, feeling desolate in my heart.
Soon, someone chased them here, and they were stunned when they saw them and the people lying on the ground.
"Sister Si, Ah Cheng, why are you here?" The leader came over and felt the breath of the man on the ground. He was already dead.
"My own people have problems, so I can't clean up the house myself?" He Siyi replied coldly.
Naturally, the leader did not dare to confront He Siyi. He glanced at the gun in Fang Cheng's hand and instantly understood who killed him.
"We almost lost him chasing him, but luckily Sister Si stopped him." The leader laughed.
He Siyi hummed and said, "Let's handle it here and take him with us to see Brother Li."
After saying these words, she took Fang Cheng and left first.
The rest of the people naturally know how to deal with this kind of thing.
Two figures walked out of the deserted alley and got into a car parked on the road. He Siyi drove, while Fang Cheng huddled in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the blood on his trouser legs.
"Brother Li will meet with the boss tonight. The boss is very dissatisfied with the news leaked a few days ago. If you don't want to be marginalized by Brother Li, cheer up." He Siyi threw a bottle of mineral water to him.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, opened the mineral water, took a big gulp, suppressed all the tightness in his chest, and asked in a gravelly voice: "Will the boss show up in person?"
"We will meet tonight." He Siyi looked forward and looked steadily at the car, showing no trace of the nervousness of having just killed someone.
Fang Cheng looked at her like this and suddenly remembered the first time she killed someone. At that time, she would be so scared that she would have nightmares because of killing people. But now, she is numb to killing people.
"Siyi, will you blame me?" Fang Cheng asked in a low voice.
"Why do you blame me?" He Siyi said, "I chose this path myself. No matter how difficult it is, I will go on with you."
"Thank you." Apart from these two words, Fang Cheng didn't know what else to say.
"I really want to thank me. After this is over, if you still have a chance, tell me your real name." He Siyi smiled slightly, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.
Fang Cheng solemnly agreed: "There will definitely be a chance."