Zhou Bocheng stood in the corridor for a long time. He smoked several cigarettes in a row after not smoking all day.
Every movement of Zhao Ya in my mind is so breathtaking, as well as the information about his mother from Pang Chuan's mother's mouth.
This was the first time he heard it. In the past, his grandma didn't curse, but he would often see her sighing. The young Zhou Bocheng didn't want his grandma to worry, so he always smiled brightly.
"If there is still time, I can take care of my mother's affairs..." He didn't have any good feelings towards the woman who gave birth to him, nor could he hate her, but he just wanted to make his life more complete.
Opening the door, Zhou Bocheng was stunned for a moment. Chen Xiaofeng was sitting quietly in the living room of his home. The sight made Zhou Bocheng's hair suddenly rise.
Blood! The blood stains were reflected on his clothes, and he was using some basic medical tools to treat the wounds on his body with no expression on his face.
There is nothing strange about this. What made Zhou Bocheng's hair suddenly turn on was the two black guns on the table!
"Someone is here. The guy is pretty good. The body is at the back. Do you want to see him?"
Zhou Bocheng's scalp went numb when he listened to Chen Xiaofeng's calm tone, and he felt dead...
"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, the nicotine calmed down his tense nerves, and the corners of his mouth began to rise.
"Then go and have a look."
"Here are shoes, shoe covers, and gloves of different sizes for you. Please wear them."
"Are you okay?" After Zhou Bocheng finished speaking, Chen Xiaofeng glanced at him unexpectedly.
"You can't die." A hoarse voice came, and the two of them got ready and stood up.
The body was at the back of the old community, so Chen Xiaofeng hid it in the garbage. Not knowing how, Zhou Bocheng lit a cigarette and squatted in front of the body.
It was already late at night, and the dim street lights illuminated
Chen Xiaofeng looked around as if he was watching for signs.
Zhou Bocheng held a cigarette in his mouth and squatted next to the garbage pile, looking down at the corpse buried in the garbage and squinting.
Are you afraid? Really.
But Zhou Bocheng actually laughed. It had only been a few days, and there were two killers.
If it weren't for his blood type, Chen Xiaofeng would have killed himself.
But he himself was about to die, and the other party's actions aroused the evil spirit in Zhou Bocheng's heart.
"I suggest not calling the police." Looking at Zhou Bocheng's actions, Chen Xiaofeng spoke.
After being stunned, Zhou Bocheng continued to be in a daze, his eyes became sharper and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter.
His experience told him that incompetence and rage are just self-pity. Whatever you want to do, just do it.
Do you have to look up to the sky and shout that I want revenge? Do you want me to kill him?
It has no meaning other than earning disdainful ridicule. It will also affect your own character.
"I'm looking for trouble with a very powerful man."
"As long as you save my sister's life, you can do whatever else you want."
"I will do this until I die."
"Try not to let you die."
"Where are you going to kill your employer?" Zhou Bocheng turned his head, squinted his eyes, held a cigarette in his mouth, and put his hands in his pockets.
"You're wrong. Just because I won't let you die doesn't mean I'll help you kill someone."
"You said yesterday that you would help me kill people." Zhou Bocheng smiled and his voice was calm.
"You won't let me kill him." Chen Xiaofeng said as he left.
Zhou Bocheng accepted this sentence frankly. He and Chen Xiaofeng are the same kind of people!
"I didn't ask your name."
"Chen Xiaofeng."
"oh."
Zhou Bocheng was stunned by the mechanical conversation, and suddenly remembered what the old man above the Accord Villa said.
"The birth of a general star is a sign of sharpness..."
"Oh, I'm confused too. I attribute these things to metaphysics."
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After not sleeping all night, Zhou Bocheng sat on the sofa, his eyes blood red, but not tired.
When the early morning sunshine appeared in the house, Zhou Bocheng moved a bit, took a shower, and left towards Zhiyuan Group.
Squeak...their eyes met.
Zhao Ya's clothes today were too restrained, but the plump charm was exuded by her own temperament, and she wore light makeup to cover up the traces of not sleeping well.
"Good morning, sister-in-law." Zhou Bocheng would lose his mind whenever he saw him.
Zhao Ya also smiled, and then showed the concern of a naughty girl
"I've said it, it's over, you have to have a good rest, understand?" Zhou Bocheng's eyes were blood red and his face was full of exhaustion. How could she not see it?
While talking, she tidied his collar again. Although the smell of shower gel dissipated, the smell of cigarette smoke all over his body could not be covered.
Zhou Bocheng was thinking about his own things all night, and Zhao Ya mistakenly thought that it was what happened yesterday that kept Zhou Bocheng from sleeping well.
"I know, sister-in-law, what do you want to eat? What do you want? You said..."
Pfft, Zhao Ya laughed so hard that her branches trembled. Zhou Bocheng's reply from such a straight man made her feel completely relieved.
"I want to eat hot pot and buy nice clothes and bags."
"Okay, when will uncle and aunt come back?"
"I left this morning." Zhao Ya apologized a little. She knew that what her mother-in-law said had deeply hurt Zhou Bocheng.
"Then noon."
Zhao Ya originally wanted Zhou Bocheng to work hard, but she swallowed her words again. Zhou Bocheng's appearance and his experience made Zhao Ya not want to let him do this again.
"Okay, but work comes first, I know..." Halfway through the words, various voices sounded from behind Zhao Ya, and she quickly made a "shh" gesture to let Zhou Bocheng leave.
Zhou Bocheng knew the other party's intention and turned around quickly. Zhou Bocheng listened to Zhao Ya's words, and all his bad emotions disappeared.
When he left the community, he saw a cordon and a series of police cars. Zhou Bocheng looked at the time and saw that it was still some time before work time.
He blended into the crowd and listened.
"The estimated time of death is one o'clock in the morning. The cause of death is a stab wound to the neck... There is nothing on the body that indicates his identity."
"The crime scene should not be far away, because this place..."
Zhou Bocheng watched quietly. From a distance, he could clearly see the shape of the corpse. It had a well-proportioned figure and obvious muscle lines. Compared with Chen Xiaofeng, it was not on the same level. Chen Xiaofeng looked very thin, but from the whispers not far away,
Look, Chen Xiaofeng can kill with one strike.
How did he know that the other party was here to kill him?
How did he achieve a one-hit kill?
Zhou Bocheng observed for a long time, watching the people around him panic, whispering, and making speculations. He felt that there was no useful information. Next time he saw Chen Xiaofeng, he would just ask directly.
He still has something very important to do today.
He wants to see Yu Shundong!
In the past few years, he had only glanced at this person from a distance during meetings, but could not see clearly. He had always believed that such a person had no connection with his own life.
But now Zhou Bocheng not only wants to have an intersection with him, but also wants to ruin the other person's reputation. Because judging from the events of the past two days, the other party does not regard him as a human being.
Although it is difficult, she still has to try...
The meaning of life may be that it suddenly becomes clear the moment you get the test results...