Live From The Murder Scene

After the phone was hung up, He Jueyun began to organize the computer on the desk. No one spoke, and the air gradually became quiet.

Seeing a gloomy atmosphere in the sky, he hurriedly drove off, threw up his clothes and said, "I also have a job, I'm leaving now."

He ran away wittily, and He Jueyun once again owned the two-person world, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

He Jueyun stopped what he was doing and asked, "What were you thinking about just now? His face turned black."

"I'm thinking about something very meaningless." Qiu Cang leaned his head on the back of the sofa, raised his head, and said in a low voice, "Tian Zhaohua was stared at, and Han Xiao and Mei Shiyong were just forcing him to leave. It’s just a way to go astray... Obviously he is such a smart person, but he may never guess how his tragedy was built. After all, he has no way to guard against everyone around him... I wanted to let a person go. It is really a very simple thing to enter the abyss of corruption."

He Jueyun was speechless for a while.

The sky slowly came to a conclusion: "It shows that socializing is a high-risk thing. There is no cute and charming villain at all, but it is possible to run into a perverted and obsessed spirit-thief."

He Jueyun was choked by her serious narrative, and almost choked with his own saliva. He said meaningfully: "Why? Don't want to make friends anymore? Do you want to be autistic?"

The firmament glanced at him and said, "You are two concepts. High-risk things are sometimes worth challenging. After all, humans are social animals."

He Jueyun touched his eyebrows and pretended to ask casually: "Then what kind of standard friend are you looking for?"

The expression on his face almost had to be written, and it was hard to ignore the sky without a conscience.

She didn't quite understand He Jueyun's feelings, after all, the two had lived together for so long, and He Jueyun was still struggling with friends.

However, friendship does require a little commercial flattery to maintain, so Qiu Xian used his own way to exalt him: "A little lower than your standard, I can also accept it."

He Jueyun was ready to ridicule herself, subconsciously she wanted to choke back, just halfway through her mouth, and suddenly tasted, what Qiu Cang said just now... seems to be complimenting him?

The high-risk standard is lower than our own.

Does it mean that he is more important than his friends?

He Jueyun closed his mouth, and his heart began to bubble with beauty. He decided to take advantage of this joyful aftertaste to deal with the mess he was complaining about first. When he turned on the computer to view the text, he once again reacted energetically.

Why should he be so happy? Who is he?

He is a noble, money-shining filter, hardworking and handsome, he has become a plug-in player of the krypton gold boss since his birth. When did his pursuit become to make friends with the firmament?

...He is sick?

He Jueyun was stunned.

…It is a very simple thing to let a person step into the abyss of corruption.

Qiu Cang looked at his uncertain expression, lowered his head and looked away.

Fickle man. Coax is not good.

He Jueyun impetuously wrote a short comment on his complaint, and then asked the supervisor over there to learn about the results of Han Xiao's negotiations with them.

Han Xiao's request was simple and straightforward, but Sanyao was polite and firm. She was noisy, threatened, and sold horribly. She tried all kinds of methods, but she still couldn't get the answer she wanted. She found that even netizens were not on her side, and finally gave up. Now people have left.

He Jueyun turned off the chat interface and said, "Should we go to Han Xiao to ask for a confession? I don't think she will cooperate with us."

Han Xiao is not the direct murderer. There is no evidence for crimes such as murder and death. But if that were to be done, He Jueyun felt too unwilling for Tian Zhaohua.

Qiu Cang stood in front of the window, watching the moving crowd on the broad grass in the backyard, and said after a long while: "Look for Tian Rui. She is relatively young, and she should be able to ask something about Han Xiao. "

He Jueyun doubted: "At that time, she was too young, right?"

The firmament’s voice was faintly caught in the air: “Children are actually very sensitive, especially when their father has just died. During that time, she will definitely pay special attention to her mother and want to get herself from her. That half of the love that was missing. And at that time she was no longer young, and she should have an impression. If she has the good habit of writing a diary like Lei Feng, that would be even better."

He Jueyun took out his cell phone and made two calls in succession, but they were not connected.

The firmament heard the system sound busy and stopped, saying: "It should be Han Xiao locked up." Han Xiao was obviously very angry at the time, and he didn't want Tian Rui to intervene.

He Jueyun said: "Look for an opportunity to call her out again."

The sky leisurely followed: "It's not necessary."

He Jueyun quickly affirmed: "Go to her house again, my complaint file really has to be delivered to my old... boss! This won't work!"

The firmament raised his hand and pointed at a distance: "Isn't that Tian Rui?"

He Jueyun walked over, put his head in front of the window, and looked in the direction.

It was actually Tian Rui, rushing towards this side hopping around.

It didn't take long for the raging girl to rush into the ward.

"It's so miserable, my mother confiscated my mobile phone and wants to lock me in the room! Heh, how can it be that simple?"

Tian Rui was sweating profusely. She unwrapped the bag she was hanging on, and couldn't wait to ask: "What are you talking about when you go to my house in the morning?"

Fang Qi had a deep talk this morning, leaving a thorn in Tian Rui's heart, and he couldn't ignore it. Han Xiao's overreaction also made her aware of the abnormality, so as soon as she found an opportunity, she ran out to see He Jueyun.

The firmament turned around and looked at her quietly. He Jueyun's language system has also been blank for a long time, and I don't know how to tell this girl that her family is abnormal.

Tian Rui looked dazed, his eyes traversed between the two, and said loudly: "Why don't you talk!"

The firmament brought her a bottle of water.

Tian Rui unconsciously reached out and took it, anxiously: "No! What do you mean? Didn't you find out the cause of my father's death? Clearly, my dad is really a good person!"

He Jueyun vaguely said: "This is not denied."

"Then you guys go to clarify! My dad died too unjustly!" Tian Rui squeezed the water in his hand excitedly. Seeing the reaction of the two, he narrowed his eyes and asked dangerously, "Why didn't the police release the details at the time? Are you afraid to say it?"

The firmament turned his face and said helplessly: "Where are there so many conspiracy theories?"

He Jueyun consulted and looked towards the sky. Unexpectedly, the sky was a step faster than him. Putting on his jacket, he said, "The wounded go out and let the wind go, you two talk slowly."

She hurriedly retreated with the same style as Fang Qi's feet, leaving He Jueyun with an encouraging look before closing the door.

He Jueyun: "???"

Is this how you treat your close friends above the standard line?

·

The firmament wore a medical suit and walked around in the small garden downstairs.

She just wandered aimlessly, but after a short time, the sky began to rain.

The firmament estimated the time, and felt that at this time, the two people in the ward should be in the hysterical confrontation with reality, and it would take a long period of brewing for the subsequent acceptance, and decided not to disturb them, and gave them a little room to vent their emotions.

So the sky was dripping with light rain, and I went to buy umbrellas in the canteen at the entrance of the hospital.

She opened a black printed umbrella, clamped the handle of the umbrella between her neck and shoulders, stood at the door, and wiped her hair with a towel.

The rain was not fierce when it first fell, only small white drops of water stopped on her head and beat her hair softly. Just after she entered this small shop, the rain increased rapidly, and with an oblique angle, it hit her through the eaves.

The firmament looked at the silhouettes flying by on the road and glanced down at his trouser legs. The cotton trouser tube has been stained with a lot of gray mud stains, it looks dirty...

"The firmament-the sky!"

The firmament was taken aback by the trembling roar in the air, raised his head, and caught a pair of panic-stricken eyes unexpectedly.

He Jueyun was wearing his expensive suit and stopped not far away wet. Seeing her standing there, he raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

He really was... He Jueyun gritted his teeth, unable to tell whether it was because of the cold or anger, his leg muscles were trembling slightly.

He really thought that the firmament was in danger again by a madman, and she was nowhere to be found in an inattentive Kung Fu garden.

When he ran all the way, his brain was full of black and white flashing images, he didn't dare to think deeply, only regretted that he shouldn't let the sky out alone. The unquenched heartbeat made his blood vessels swell, and he was still protruding hideously against the skin.

After the firmament consciously touched her pocket, she realized that since just now, the vibration of the phone was covered by the sound of rain, causing her not to hear He Jueyun's call.

"Ah..." Qiyun said innocently, "I'm sorry."

He Jueyun shouted: "What are you doing! Don't you know how to go back when it rains!"

Qiu Cang was stunned, holding the umbrella in his hand, and said in a low voice: "...I'm sorry."

He Jueyun showed this helpless expression for the first time, and his emotions slowly calmed down. He approached, listening to the sky and carefully added: "I really didn't pay attention... No next time."

Introspection is still in place. He Jueyun suffocated her with an evil fire, and there was no way he could do it with her.

He took a deep breath, and then solemnly said: "Han Xiao had a car accident."

·

In the city center, the rain has already fallen heavily, constantly washing the road. A faint blood flowed from the carriage, spread to the center of the road, and was covered by gray-black muddy water.

The fence on the side of the road was knocked down, and the wall on the side was smashed into a large hole. The front of the car stuck in the hole was deeply recessed, and the ground was scattered with flying fragments.

He Chuanzhou personally visited the site.

Holding her umbrella, she stood motionless on the side of the road, waiting for the traffic police to analyze and collect evidence. It wasn't until the firmament appeared, that he turned his face and nodded at her.

He Chuanzhou’s icy voice became clearer and less temperatureless in rainy days: “The person was sent to the hospital and was alive when he was rescued, but he was seriously injured.”

The firmament is thin, with pale lips: "Where is the driver?"

"There is no driver who caused the accident," He Chuanzhou said solemnly. "She ran into a traffic light while speeding and ran into it by herself in order to avoid the opposite vehicle."

Qiancang glanced at the scene again and asked: "Did she contact anyone before the accident?"

He Chuanzhou: "No, only her company's personnel called her. They saw the video on the Internet and came to ask Han Xiao what was going on. Before the phone was hung up, people ran into her."

The large medical clothes covered the sky, making her sickly. Her voice floated: "How could this be..."