When the two were about to go there, An Yanhua suddenly appeared and blocked their way.
An Yanhua couldn't calm down at this moment. Looking at Qiao Simu, whose face was rosy and the shyness had not faded away, he felt quite complicated.
"What are you going to do?" Qiao Simu asked in a cold voice.
An Yanhua suppressed the emotion in his heart and became more serious: "I suggest that you don't go over and join in the fun."
"What happened over there?" Qiao Simu asked.
"The family member who just came to you to settle accounts is dead. That is her body." An Yanhua said to Qiao Simu.
Qiao Simu was shocked.
died?
How long has it been since?
An Yanhua continued: "Everyone here just saw you having an argument with her. At this time, she died, and your suspicion is very high."
"I didn't kill her." Qiao Simu frowned.
"But if you go there now, you are afraid that you will be besieged by those people. Moreover, this time it is obviously aimed at you. There must be people from the other party there, waiting for you to go over now. Ann, you should
Are you so stupid that you want to throw yourself into a trap?" An Yanhua analyzed it for her.
Although Fu Zhuochen didn't want to agree with An Yanhua, he had to admit that An Yanhua's words were right at this moment: "I will accompany you back to the hotel first. If the police want to find you, we will wait for them in the hotel."
There were so many people inside, and it wouldn't be easy if there was a killer hiding and taking advantage of the crowd and the chaos to attack her.
"Okay." Qiao Simu is not someone who is easily fooled. The pros and cons of whether to go or not are very clear.
Before Qiao Simu and Fu Zhuochen left, they looked at An Yanhua with complicated eyes.
An Yanhua said to her: "Ann, I still say the same thing, I will not miss any opportunity to bring you to me, but I will not hurt you."
Qiao Simu narrowed her eyes and said to him: "I don't need it, my heart is already full."
After speaking, Qiao Simu said to Fu Zhuochen: "Let's go."
An Yanhua looked at the backs of Qiao Simu and Fu Zhuochen leaving, his eyes filled with loneliness.
Then, the loneliness disappeared and was replaced by necessity.
As soon as Qiao Simu and Fu Zhuochen returned to the hotel, she received several photos from Situ Qing.
This is a photo from the scene just now.
Along with the photo was sent a voice message from Situ Qing: "I heard that there was a murder over there. If I remember correctly, you should be on that beach. Are you still alive?"
Qiao Simu: "..."
I pressed my phone and sent him a voice message: "Thanks to you, I am still alive and well."
Situ Qing: "It's good to be alive. Since it's not safe over there, it's better to come back early. The company still has a lot of things to do!"
Qiao Simu gritted his teeth.
If Situ Qing were in front of her, he would definitely be beaten.
Qiao Simu clicked on the photo again and took a closer look at the condition of the deceased. However, what the photo could show was limited.
She couldn't tell from these photos how the deceased died.
There were no wounds on her body, she didn't look like she was poisoned, and there was no blood around her.
It's really strange.
Qiao Simu combined several photos into one picture to make comparison easier.
A flash of red in the photo suddenly caught her attention.
apple!!
An apple was placed next to the deceased, an intact apple!!
"It's hell." Fu Zhuochen's voice rang in her ears.
Fu Zhuochen continued: "Hell is a well-known killer in the world. His killing methods are very clean and neat, and he has many lives on his hands. And he has a very arrogant habit. Every time he kills someone, he will leave a mark on the deceased.
Put an apple next to you."
Qiao Simu looked at these photos, her eyes were slightly red, as if she was trying to make a hole in these photos.
Fu Zhuochen noticed that Qiao Simu's mood was very wrong, and tried to ask: "Do you know him?"
Qiao Simu nodded heavily, "He used to be one of the few good friends I had in the organization."
When Fu Zhuochen heard this, his pupils dilated slightly.
good friend?
Mumu and hell?
"Why did he kill that person? Because of Gu Yaran?" Fu Zhuochen asked.
Qiao Simu shook his head, "I don't know. If someone else killed him, I can be more decisive in determining that it was Gu Yaran who instigated it. But if it was Hell, I'm not sure either..."
Hell has a very cynical temperament. In his outlook and cognition, human life has never been an important thing, and he has never taken human life seriously.
He kills people all depending on whether he wants to or not.
If he doesn't want to kill someone, he will be indifferent even if mountains of gold and silver are placed in front of him.
If he is determined to kill someone, he will definitely take that person's life at all costs, even if his life is at stake.
Fu Zhuochen hugged Qiao Simu into his arms, "You are tired, take a nap first, and then talk about it when you wake up. I have everything."
Qiao Simu shook his head.
Ever since Gu Yaran appeared, her nerves had been tense. She originally thought that when she came to Haicheng, she could temporarily avoid those things and relax a little.
In the end, I still couldn't escape, and I could still see her traces here, as well as Hell's appearance.
Her mind is a mess right now.
Hell has its own style, and Gu Yaran can't control him.
So why did he come here?
What was the reason why he killed that person?
Seeing that Qiao Simu was lost in his own thoughts, Fu Zhuochen knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he had no choice but to give up and make her a cup of hot milk.
"Drink a glass of milk first." Fu Zhuochen handed the milk to her.
Qiao Simu shook her head, she had no appetite at all now.
"Just don't let me worry, okay?" Fu Zhuochen said warmly.
Qiao Simu took a breath, looked up and saw the worry on his face, and felt a little sorry in her heart: "I'm sorry..."
She wasn't trying to show off her temper, nor was she trying to ignore him on purpose.
But these things were like a big stone, pressing on her chest, making her almost breathless.
Fu Zhuochen gently rubbed her head: "Drink the milk first."
"Yeah." Qiao Simu didn't refuse anymore, and quickly drank a glass of warm milk.
After drinking a glass of milk, my body warmed up a bit, and the tightness in my chest/mouth seemed to relax a little.
Qiao Simu's attention turned to those photos again, as if he wanted to discover something through these photos.
After watching it, he fell asleep after a while.
Fu Zhuochen carried Qiao Simu to the bed, adjusted her to a comfortable sleeping position, covered her with the quilt, and stretched out his hand to gently smooth her frown.
When Fu Zhuochen wanted to get up, Qiao Simu, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly grabbed his arm: "Don't go!"