Jiang Zhi could smell the smell of blood, faintly, he thought for a long time, and kicked the medicine box under the coffee table.

Zhou Xufang's regeneration and self-healing speed is eighty-four times that of normal humans, this is the data measured in the laboratory seven or eight years ago, and she doesn't know exactly how much it is now.

However, the wound stabbed by the dagger has long since scabbed, and it should not be long before the scab will fall off, and then, it will recover as before, at most a day, and even the scar will disappear cleanly.

She glanced at the medical box on the ground, but there was no movement, and at this time, the siren sounded outside, it should be the police, and the blood red of her pupils had almost faded.

"These days, be careful. ”

With a word, she opened the door and quickly disappeared from Eori's sight.

After making sure that the person was gone, Ah Wan got up and went to the door to check, only in a blink of an eye, the figure was gone, was it a rabbit?

"Boss," Ah Wan scratched her head, "why do I think that Z is not here to rob sex, but to help us?"

Jiang Zhi was silent with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, and he was stunned.

Ah Wan pondered: "Also, why is her voice a little familiar. ”

It was familiar, and even though she deliberately pressed it, she could still hear a minute or two of the original timbre, as well as her eyes, her body temperature, and even the strength when she pressed him......

Eori licked her dry lips, her eyes swelling.

A few minutes later, Qiao Nanchu and Cheng Sir of the criminal investigation team brought people up.

Qiao Nanchu carefully inspected the room and asked Jiang Zhi, "You're not injured, are you?"

He shook his head, still thoughtful.

"Do you know who did it?"

He was absent-minded, didn't know what he was thinking, and replied perfunctorily: "There are a lot of people who want to mess with me, and I can't guess." ”

The people of the Jiang family, the enemies of the Jiang family, openly and secretly, there are so many people who can't tolerate him, the little son of the Jiang family, Qiao Nanchu thought for a while: "You moved to live with me these days." ”

"The old lady at home just called me and asked me to go back to the old house. His gaze swept to the few drops of dried blood on the floor, and the light in his eyes suddenly sank.

"It's okay, under the old lady's nose, those people have to be more or less restrained. When the bell rang, Qiao Nanchu answered the phone, listened to what was said for a few minutes and hung up, "Just now, half an hour ago, the criminal investigation team received a report that Z had committed another crime on the outskirts of the city. ”

This is the fourth case this month, and as before, the scene left the mark of professional errand runner Z.

Jiang Zhi's drooping eyelids lifted: "It's not her, half an hour ago, she was with me." ”

In these words, there seems to be a hint of maintenance.

Qiao Nanchu sat down on the sofa and looked at Jiang Zhi for a long time: "How can you be sure that the one who is with you is real?"

Jiang Zhi was uneasy, the waves in the peach blossom eyes were still chaotic, and he replied casually: "She smells of milk." ”

Qiao Nanchu smiled silently.

It was past nine o'clock, and the lights were dim outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the China Entertainment Building.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Jin. ”

"Enter. ”

The secretary pushed the door in.

Jin Song sat on the boss's chair with his shirt open, shaking the red wine glass comfortably in his hand: "What about the people, did you get it?"

The secretary shook his head.

Jin Song put down the cup, spread his hands and lay back, the smile on the corner of his mouth was very faint, a little gloomy: "I paid 20 million, that's how I do things?"

The secretary explained: "I have already contacted the errand runner. ”

Jin Song shook his legs and was silent.

The secretary stepped forward and said, "There is another thing, a little strange." ”

Jin Song raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue.

"In addition to the errand runners we hire, there was a group of people. ”

Jin Song thought for a moment and snorted: "I actually made second-hand preparations." He sat in the boss's chair, walked around for a while, got up, and dialed the phone.

Jin Song got straight to the point: "Mr. Jiang, you have hired a group of people again, can you not trust me?"

The person on the other side of the phone explained briefly and didn't want to say more.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and someone pushed the door into the office: "Mr. Jin." ”

Jin Song glanced up at the man at the door, and then replied to the person on the phone: "Don't worry, as long as the funds are in place, my mouth will definitely be closed for you." ”

I hung up the phone first.

Jin Song hooked his lips mockingly, threw the phone on the table, and raised his eyes to call the man at the door: "Linshu, come here." ”

The vice president of China Entertainment loves men, and it is no secret in the circle.

When Zhou Xufang returned to Yuquan Bay, it was almost ten o'clock.

"You're hurt?"

The camera of the computer was connected to the frost fall, and as soon as Zhou Xufang entered the door, she saw the blood stains on her arms.

Zhou Xufang took off his black hooded coat and threw it directly into the metal trash can: "It doesn't matter. ”

She also knows a little about her healing ability, and from the camera, she can see her scabbed wound, which is indeed no big deal.

"The client just came to me and asked him where the person he wanted was. ”

Zhou Xufang took off her hat and mask, threw it together with her coat, poured some alcohol into it, and struck a match and threw it in, the firelight instantly reflected in her eyes, and clusters of light were flashing.

She said, in a very cold tone: "Tell him, if the task fails, it's okay to lose money, but you have to give an explanation, I have rules, as long as I take the task, no one else is allowed to interfere." ”

Frostfall understood what she meant: "I'll talk." ”

Zhou Xufang closed the lid of the metal trash can, and the air was full of the smell of burning: "Frost, do me a favor." ”

"You say. ”

She threw a marshmallow into her mouth, rolled up her sleeve, wiped the dried blood on her arm with a wet towel, and her voice was like her eyes, unwavering, but cold as ice: "I want to know, who is going to move Jiang Weaving." ”