"So, what are you going to do? Send Zihan to prison with your own hands?"

Han Jing asked with red eyes, he stood up suddenly, his eyes swept over Ding Maoqiao on the hospital bed and the smile on the side.

The tone suddenly weakened, "Okay, that's how you trust your good friends, I know! ”

"Han Jing, do you know what you're talking about?"

Ding Maoqiao suddenly roared, his movement was too large, and he pulled the wound, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Seeing this, Xiaoxiao hurriedly came over to support him and dissuaded: "Qiaoqiao, don't be impulsive, Han Jing didn't mean that." If Zihan is really the murderer, I believe he will not cover it up. ”

Ding Maoqiao tried his best to restrain his anger, and said helplessly: "The money has been sent, and what else do you say "maybe", heh! My ribs, dare to break for Zhang Zihan?"

His words suddenly reminded everyone of the fact that he had received a terrifying courier, and he smiled and closed his mouth tightly, without squeaking.

Nan Song was about to leave the ward, but was dragged by Han Jing, "What are you going to do?"

"Find Zhang Zihan first, and then call the police!"

"You're crazy! Nansong!" Han Jing couldn't help but roar, he grabbed the other party's collar, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his eyes widened angrily: "Zihan has come to this point today is also thanks to you, she likes you so much, but you betrayed her, Jingjing's appearance is a mistake." If you have to find a murderer, then this murderer should also be you!"

"Me?"

The corners of Nan Song's mouth twitched, he stared at the other party deadly, snorted coldly, and mocked: "What are you? Do you kidnap me from the moral high ground? Did I make her like me? Emotional things can't be forced, if you can force it, then why can't you dislike Zhang Zihan?"

Well?

Hearing this, Han Jing's heart thumped, all along, he thought that he was very well disguised.

His liking for Zhang Zihan is no less than the other party's liking for Nan Song, but he has always hidden this thought.

I never talked about it to anyone.,Usually.,Just secretly care about each other.,Never dare to show a little bit.。

Ding Maoqiao and Xiaoxiao also showed surprised expressions when they heard this, they never expected that Han Jing would actually like Zhang Zihan!

No, they should have noticed it a long time ago, and in retrospect, there are traces of many things in the past!

Han Jing let go of Nan Song, he staggered, covered his face with both hands, and wanted to hit the wall in despair.

Nan Song straightened his clothes, looked at him expressionlessly, and continued: "All along, you are the one who is cowardly. If you like her, you should have told her sooner......"

"It's useless!"

Han Jing propped up the table with both hands, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "What she likes is you, even if I tell her, she will only be scorned." You believe me, really, Zihan wouldn't do such a thing!"

When he said the second half, he suddenly turned around, pressed his hands on his chest, and said with a sincere expression. With that look, he almost knelt down and begged everyone to believe him.

Han Jing cried, his eyes were full of tears, he couldn't believe that Zhang Zihan would do such a thing, even if there was conclusive evidence.

Ding Maoqiao drooped his head, "Damn, Han Jing, can you be sober? This is not an ordinary fight or something, this is murder, do you understand murder? This is a crime." ”

"Ah......h

Han Jing hugged his head in pain, he took a step back, and said angrily: "Why can't you believe me, believe Zhang Zihan, we have been friends for many years!"

With a "plop", he sat on the ground and cried profusely, as if he was talking to himself, as if trying to persuade them, "Don't we all know her, how could she do such a thing, you have also seen it, after returning to China, she also regarded Jingjing as a good friend." No, she can't be the murderer of Jingjing, there must be some misunderstanding here!"

"Han Jing, don't deceive yourself anymore, okay, be sober!" said Xiaoxiao and suddenly picked up the water on the bedside table and poured it on the other party's face at once.

The cold water stung the skin, and the chill ran down the pores into the bone marrow, and Han Jing shivered.

This cup of cold water really sobered him up, but his "sobriety" seemed to outsiders to be even more confused!

"The Tao is not the same, since you insist that Zhang Zihan is the murderer of Jingjing, from today onwards, I, Han Jing and you, are no longer friends!"

After saying this, he got up and stood up, walked briskly to the door of the ward, unscrewed the doorknob and left the place.

Xiaoxiao shouted at his back, and Ding Maoqiao hurriedly stopped: "Let him go, he's afraid he's crazy, don't pay attention to him!"

Nan Song froze in place, although this was not his expectation, he was ready to accept the worst.

After telling Ding Maoqiao to recuperate in the hospital, Nan Song also left here, and when he walked out of the gate of the hospital, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Zihan's number.

"Hey, Nansong, why did you suddenly remember to call me, you haven't called me in a long time. What are you looking for me?"

As soon as the phone was connected, she heard Zhang Zihan's excited voice, she didn't know what the other party was looking for her, although Wu Jiao's phone call last night made her feel uncertain. But when I saw Nan Song's initiative to dial the phone, I still couldn't suppress my happiness.

Nan Song said in a deep voice, "I want to meet with you, do you have time?"

......

He invited the other party to the lake where he talked to Dashan last time, and when Zhang Zihan saw him from afar, he ran over with excitement on his face, and said urgently: "Nansong, what are you looking for me?"

"Wu Jiao called you, right?" Nan Song said straight to the point.

Well?

A hint of panic flashed on Zhang Zihan's face, fleeting. She quickly sorted out her emotions, pretending to be puzzled: "Who is Wu Jiao? I don't know, and I didn't receive a call from her." ”

"You really look like this, I don't know who Wu Jiao is, so what are you transferring money to her for? 200,000! It's really rich!" Nan Song said sarcastically disdainfully.

Zhang Zihan's heart sank suddenly, her throat seemed to be stuck with a fish thorn, and she couldn't speak at all because of the pain.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, time seemed to stand still, and Nan Song's eyes stared at each other deadly, waiting for her to explain.

After a while, Zhang Zihan took a deep breath, raised his head, met his gaze with red eyes, and choked up: "So you suspect that I bought the murderer and killed Jingjing, right?"

"Isn't it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zihan's pupils dilated rapidly, and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

And Nan Song, standing in place like a statue, didn't even stretch out his hand, let alone support the other party.

"I didn't expect you to think of me like that? We've known each other for a few years, don't you know what kind of person I am? Heh, kill Jingjing? Yes, that's right, I admit it, I like you. And you fell in love with someone else, and at first, I couldn't accept it, so I hated Jingjing because I was jealous of her. Why, tell me why, I obviously knew you before him......" Zhang Zihan said tremblingly.

Nan Song retracted his gaze, and the woman in front of him suddenly made him a little disgusted. The matter is already clear, and she actually has to fight back.

"There is no reason, like is like, dislike is dislike. Zhang Zihan, I really didn't expect you to be so femme fatale, I really misjudged you before. For that day, you pretended to be so good before, it's a pity that you don't become an actor with your acting skills......"

With a "snap", before Nan Song's words were finished, Zhang Zihan suddenly slapped him.

She raised her eyebrows, wiped her tears indiscriminately, and suddenly changed her words: "Yes, Jingjing was killed by me! Who made you like her? I have liked you for so many years, and she said that if you take it away, she will take it away, so I killed her, now you are satisfied!"

"You've finally admitted it!"

As soon as the words fell, Nan Song suddenly grabbed the other party's neck, Zhang Zihan didn't stand firm, and hit the tree behind him hard.

At that moment, anger, resentment, and irritability all exploded. The green tendons on Nansong's forehead burst out, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"Satisfied? Let me show you how satisfied I am? Zhang Zihan, you murderer, I will avenge Jingjing today!"

Zhang Zihan's tongue stretched out, and she slapped Nan Song vigorously with both hands, her eyes widening wider and wider.

"Nansong don't!"

Jingjing shouted angrily and ran over, and at that moment, the other party vaguely seemed to hear this, and his hands suddenly let go.

Getting the gap, Zhang Zihan quickly turned around and held on to the tree, patting his chest with one hand, coughing non-stop. It's like coughing up your lungs!

There was a burning pain in his neck, and bean-sized tears crackled and fell to the ground.

"Jingjing! is that you?"

Nan Song shouted in a panic, and he scurried around the forest like crazy, looking for Jingjing's figure everywhere.

At this time, Jingjing was standing in front of him, with tears on her face, looking at him distressedly.

"Wow", Nan Song cried, he slammed his head against the tree, "Knock knock, knock knock......

Beads of blood soon appeared on his forehead, Zhang Zihan heard the movement, staggered over, grabbed the other party hard, and begged: "Nansong, don't, don't be like this!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

"It has nothing to do with you, please, Nan Song, don't do this!" With a "plop" sound, Zhang Zihan knelt down and hugged Nan Song's waist to prevent him from continuing to do things that hurt him.

Jingjing was crying on the side, this was the last thing she wanted to see. All along, she has never blamed anyone, even if she just heard what Zhang Zihan said, she doesn't blame her.

But Nansong's approach made her too sad and angry, and her heart was as uncomfortable as a river and a sea.

Because he was strangled by Zhang Zihan, Nan Song stopped moving, and with a "snap", a drop of donated blood fell down, just on the tip of Zhang Zihan's nose.

She stood up in a panic and supported Nan Song, wiped the blood on the other party's forehead with her hand, and said in shock: "Nan, Nan Song, don't scare me, I was wrong, it's all my fault, don't be like this, don't be like this." I'm going to turn myself in, I'm going to turn myself in right away!"

Nan Song smiled miserably, his forehead and face were covered with blood, and his eyes pushed the other party away with coldness.

Turning around and stumbling out of here, Zhang Zihan looked at his departing back, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe!