Towards evening, when Chen Liangshan walked out of Lin Aji's ward, he stood on the street, looking at the brightly lit and lively streets in front of him and the bustling crowd around him, but at this time he didn't know where he should go.
The police who were following him were also quietly withdrawn. Chen Liangshan also understood that this meant that the police had temporarily given up monitoring him. This time, during the 37 days he was in the detention center, Wen Sibao and the others did not find any evidence to convict him.
, presumably he will also be punished for this matter.
But all this has nothing to do with him. Chen Liangshan only knows that the police will never give up so easily. He believes that the other party will take the next step soon. However, until this happens again, at least he is safe for the time being.
Suddenly, a black high-end car stopped in front of him, and the passenger window slowly rolled down.
There was only one driver in the car wearing a black suit. The driver obviously didn't intend to explain anything, but just made a silent gesture to get in the car.
Of course Chen Liangshan knew that this was the person sent by Zhang Jiaxuan. Judging from the other person's style of doing things, he would definitely choose to meet him in a discreet place, so he didn't think much about it and quickly got into the car.
The black car drove all the way towards Beiyang Mountain, and finally arrived deep inside the mountain, stopping in front of a large abandoned warehouse.
The surroundings were dark, with only a few thugs also wearing suits standing guard here. It seemed that Zhang Jiaxuan was still very cautious in doing things.
A thug stepped forward, opened the car door for Chen Liangshan, and said politely: "Mr. Chen, you have worked hard all the way. Sister Xuan is waiting for you inside."
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In a dilapidated abandoned warehouse, Zhang Jiaxuan is sitting next to a dilapidated wooden table. She is surrounded by piles of discarded cotton wool and various wooden cotton processing equipment. It can be seen that this place was once a warehouse many years ago.
A small cotton processing workshop, it now serves as a secret safe house in Shanshuihe.
But such an abandoned workshop that can be seen everywhere has a dark feeling that is obviously different from other places. Chen Liangshan is not even sure if it is because he has killed too many people, but he seems to smell a dry smell in this dark warehouse.
The residual smell of blood.
And this also gave him a strong feeling that Shanshuihe Company must have done many unknown things here.
Therefore, as long as I am in it now, I can always feel a dark and cold feeling. On the other hand, Zhang Jiaxuan does not seem to care about this. She specially wore a bright red high-end women's clothing today and is looking at herself with a smile.
In this scene of obvious contrast, this woman is also like a bloody rose blooming in a withered world, beautiful, mysterious, but full of weirdness.
"Brother Liangshan, you have suffered."
Zhang Jiaxuan motioned for the other party to sit across from him, and then said straight to the point with a smile: "It's been a pleasure cooperating with you, and today is the time to fulfill our agreement."
After saying that, she took out a file bag from her bag and handed it over. When she opened it, she found that inside it was a donation honorary letter from the private organization "Yudichi".
In this letter of honor, it is clearly stated that a fixed amount of 500,000 yuan will be donated to Ms. Lin Aji to cover all her medical expenses in the next 10 years.
Chen Liangshan seemed quite satisfied with this arrangement, so he said, "Are you sure it won't cause any trouble in the future?"
Zhang Jiaxuan explained: "Brother Liangshan, don't worry, you are one of my own, how could I put you in danger? This time the donor I appointed, all the phone address records and ID information he left behind are all
It’s false. No matter how the police investigate in the future, they will never be found on any of us.”
It turned out that half of the 1 million fee originally agreed upon by Chen Liangshan and the other party was paid before taking action, and the other half was arranged by Zhang Jiaxuan and donated to Lin Aji's treatment expenses in the name of social donation.
In this way, the police will not be suspicious of this sudden huge sum of money. Even if they follow the donor information all the way, they will eventually be able to find a person in a mountainous area in the south where there is no electricity.
A mentally retarded person.
Chen Liangshan asked again: "Is it because you also killed the donor?"
Zhang Jiaxuan was almost amused when she heard this and responded: "Am I just such a murderous woman in your eyes?"
"No, in my eyes you are just a stupid woman."
Chen Liangshan responded unceremoniously, then put away his portfolio and prepared to leave. However, just as he walked to the door, he suddenly felt someone pulling him behind him.
"Let go, the deal between us has been completed, and there is no need to meet again from now on."
Zhang Jiaxuan had long expected that the other party would talk to her like this, but at this moment she changed the subject and asked: "Mr. Jiang is dead?"
Chen Liangshan: "When did you die?"
Zhang Jiaxuan said: "Unfortunately, he died in that safe house just before you did anything to the flower worshiper. And besides him and me, only you know the address of that place."
