"You'd better not go over." Murong Xue stopped Murong Hong." Or wait for the police to come. Just ask her. Their methods of interrogating prisoners. It's better than us."

Murong Hong thought for a moment. nodded. Also. Oh well."

"Ahh Suddenly. Murong Xue screamed.

"What's wrong?"

"You. . . Look." Murong Xue pointed to Qi Ruyun's corpse lying in the middle. She. How did she become like this?"

Murong Hong fixed his eyes. Qi Ruyun's corpse had already begun to slowly decay. throughout the room. The smell of decay from corpses wafted through.

He let out a long sigh.

"Why. Why is this happening?" Murong Xue's eyes. Full of astonishment.

"Let's get out." Murong Hong said. The smell here is strong."

Two men walked out. Stand outside the door together.

But in their nostrils. There was still that smell of rot.

"Qi Ruyun, how could she be like this. Didn't she just die not long ago?" Murong Xue asked.

"I don't know." Murong Hong shook his head.

He really doesn't know what's going on.

That's right. Qi Ruyun was actually many days ago. It's already dead. But he has already possessed him. It's equivalent to her resurrection. Ordinarily. She shouldn't have rotted so fast.

This is inside. There must be some mystery.

Murong Xue only thought that Qi Ruyun was dead alone. But they don't know: it's another person who actually died. That's Huang Pinwen.

Thinking of Huang Pinwen's sacrifice for himself. Murong Hong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This sigh of his. How much emotion does it contain.

Murong Hong swore that he would definitely catch the real culprit behind the scenes. Revenge for Huang Pinwen

The police came soon. To Murong Hong's surprise. Here comes this person. It turned out to be Captain Fu Yiqun of the special police team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau that he saw that day.

This Captain Fu. Isn't it SWAT. This case is just a criminal case. Why did he go out himself?

"Old schoolmate. Hello." Didn't expect. Fu Yiqun met Murong Hong. Just a little surprise in the eyes. But he immediately stretched out his hand. Shook Murong Xue.

Old school. Murong Hong was stunned. Eyes rolled.

"Yiqun. I'm sorry. I'm going to call you over so late." Murong Xuedao.

"It's fine. Anyway, I'm usually in the police station at this time. Are they all in there?"

"Hmm."

"Good. Get in." Fu Yiqun waved his hand. All the police rushed in.

In the house. There were several corpses lying on the ground.

"One, two, three, four, five, six. Captain. That's six corpses." The bearded policeman Hu said in surprise. So many people died."

"Captain. This woman isn't dead. There's still gas in there." A policeman shouted.

"Get her to the hospital first. Is the ambulance coming?" Fu Yiqun asked.

"It's coming. It's downstairs."

"Good. You two take her away. Get in the ambulance."

"Yes." Two policemen went out with Yingzi who had fainted.

Downstairs. It happened that two nurses carrying stretchers also came. The two policemen put Yingzi on a stretcher. Followed the nurse out.

At this time. Outside the box. There has been a gathering of people who are talking about it.

"Captain. Come and see." In the house. It was as if the policeman had discovered a new continent. Shouted.

"What's going on?" Fu Yiqun stepped forward.

"Captain. You see. Look at that."

Fu Yiqun looked at it like this. I gasped too.

Saw. The only female corpse in the room. It has already begun to rot. And waft out a foul smell.

"Who is she?" Fu Yiqun only felt that this woman was a little familiar. But I can't remember where I saw it. After all. Now Qi Ruyun. The face has changed a lot.

She. Already from a beauty. Turned into an ugly corpse. This. That is, the final destination of a person's stinky skin.

"Her name is Qi Ruyun. It's an employee of our company." Murong Xue walked over. Said.

"It's your company's employees." Fu Yiqun was stunned. Qi Ruyun."

He struggled to recall the name. Suddenly. He remembered. looked at Murong Hong behind Murong Xue again.

Murong Hong didn't speak. He was clear: at this time. Silence is the best way to go.

"Yes. She only came to work in our company the day before yesterday. Just now. Also ate with us here. People eating. Except for me. And one more of him." Murong Xue pointed at Murong Hong. His name is Murong Hong. It's a friend of the deceased Qi Ruyun."

Murong Xue didn't say that Qi Ruyun was Murong Hong's girlfriend. This. It's ingenious.

Murong Hong just nodded. Still didn't say a word.

"I know." Fu Yiqun also nodded understandingly.

He had already recognized Murong Hong and Qi Ruyun. And. I also learned about the fact that the couple was released on bail. Even. Also know that they are released on bail. It was someone above who said hello. Greet the person who said hello. It turned out to be the chairman of Murong Xiong, the largest local richest man.

This Murong Hong. is just a clerk of Murong Xiong's company. This. Fu Yiqun knows. But. Murong Xiong turned out to be just for such an ordinary little clerk. Call the city bureau leader. also made a special explanation: No one is allowed to spread the matter of Murong Hong and Qi Ruyun's "prostitution" in the express hotel. This was somewhat of a surprise to him.

Murong Xiong's daughter. The current female general manager of Qiangsheng Group, Murong Xue. It's Fu Yiqun's elementary school classmate. The two had met at one of the few elementary school reunions. Last time. Because Murong Xue's car was attacked in the tunnel. Murong Xue also deliberately looked for herself. Of course, Fu Yiqun is about this old classmate. Also concerned. And said. As long as there is a need. I will definitely provide the police to protect me.

But. Fu Yiqun said so. It's not all out of classmate feelings.

Murong Xue is the only successor of Qiangsheng Group. Her personal safety. It is about the future of Qiangsheng Group. In fact. The leaders of the city bureau have already greeted Fu Yiqun. Let him pay special attention to protecting Murong Xue. Last time. The "check black car" operation on the Yuanbaoshan Highway. In fact, the city bureau organizes traffic police, criminal police and their special police pairs. In order to ensure that no vicious cases will occur on Murong Xue's birthday. Merely. Outsiders don't know what the police are doing this for.

But. That night. Murong Xiong did not agree to allow the police to enter the vicinity of his residence for "surveillance protection". He's always been very secretive. Even for the police. The police didn't dare to offend this old man. I had to deploy near Yuanbao Mountain and Nanshui Lake. But everybody knows. Do so. It's just putting on a show. Nothing practical.

Of course, Fu Yiqun couldn't tell his classmate Murong Xue about this matter. Now that Murong Xue has encountered a problem, she has come to find herself. Just right. It's easy to get involved yourself. without leaving any traces anymore.

Of course. The case of five deaths here tonight. This can definitely be regarded as a big case that has caused a sensation in the city. Any policeman. Encounter this kind of case. will naturally generate the urge to crack it. FU Yiqun. It's no exception.

At this time. Fu Yiqun had no time to think about anything else. He had to get ahead of those pesky reporters coming. Investigate the site clearly.

Those journalists. It's like a fly. If only they were allowed to spread the case. Not only will it bring trouble to the police to solve the case. It will also bring a lot of pressure to yourself.

But. Fu Yiqun is also very clear. Those journalists are really flies. They will soon smell blood. Flew over.

His hunch was accurate. It didn't take a while. I don't know where the two reporters came from. I came to the scene. They. Even flies faster than flies.

"We are reporters for Newsweek in this city. I heard that there was a murder here. Can you let us go in and have an interview?" A man with glasses is standing in the aisle outside the door of the Yueji box. Said.

"I'm sorry. We are still surveying the site. Don't let anyone in for now." Officer Hu was standing outside the door. Said with a blank face.

"Xiao Zhao." This man with glasses is a little younger towards the side. A young man without glasses. Blinked.

While Officer Nahu didn't pay attention. This reporter named Xiao Zhao slipped away. I actually got under Officer Hu's squeaky nest. Push the door straight in.

He went inside. Just hold the camera. Clicked and patted.

"Someone slipped in. Catch him." Officer Hu turned his head. Screamed.

The policemen who were analyzing the case in the room, as well as Murong Xue and Murong Hong, were all stunned. Turn back.

That reporter Zhao is like the reincarnation of Sun Wukong. Run into the house nimbly. It's right on the floor and wall of the room. And every corpse was snapped and snapped.

Because this guy is too dedicated. Too excited. When you come in. He also kicked the bodies of the two bodyguards on the outermost side to move their positions.

"Bastard." Fu Yiqun was suddenly annoyed. Rush over. grabbed the collar of the reporter surnamed Zhao.

Reporter Zhao was stunned. Mouth wide open.

"Who let you in? What are you doing. You're sabotaging the scene. Obstruction of police investigations. You know what." Fu Yiqun was really furious. At this time he. I can't continue to be objective and calm.

"Zhao Xiaogang." Suddenly. Murong Hong screamed.

The reporter surnamed Zhao was stunned. I took a look at Murong Hong. I don't recognize it.

"You. . . Who are you?"

"Aren't you the Zhao Xiaogang who lives in Ward 12, District 7, First Hospital. Newsweek's reporter." Murong Hong finally recognized this reporter Zhao.

"Ahh You. How do you know I've been hospitalized there?" This Zhao Xiao was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. Today, I was pulled by the leader to report on the breaking case. Unexpectedly. I was recognized here.

"Oh. I've been to that ward. That's why I recognize you." Only then did Murong Hong realize that he was no longer Qi Ruyun. How the other person will recognize themselves.

"You two know each other." Fu Yiqun frowned. You guys. Knock him out."

"Don't." Zhao Xiaogang is not happy about this." I'm a journalist. I have the right to interview."

As a newcomer to the newspaper. His mission is to charge ahead and be cannon fodder.

"You're a journalist. I'm still a police officer." Fu Yiqun simply did it himself. Pushed this Zhao Xiaogang out hard. and shut him out. The door slammed shut.

Outside the door. There was a banging knock on the door. Then. The angry voice of police officer Hu was heard.

"I warn you. If you get in the way of our case again. I'll detain you."

"Xiao Zhao. Let's go. Police officer. I'm sorry." This is the voice of another older reporter.

This guy who was as cunning as an old fox came to Zhao Xiaogang's side. Asked in a low voice. XIAO Zhao. Did you just shoot something?"

"There were five bodies inside. One woman and four men. I've taken pictures of them all."

"Really. You're moving so fast. I also have a strong memory."

"Of course. I have this memory. But it's good. But. Someone in there recognized me. I was called by name. But I can't remember. When have I ever met this person?" Zhao Xiaogang scratched his head.

"Whatever. Let's hurry up. Get the picture out. See the newspaper right away. Hahaha. This time. We, at Newsweek, have grabbed another number one."

"Lao Lin. You're slowing down. Editions. It's better to go directly to WeChat. I'll upload it to our newspaper's WeChat public account in seconds now."

"Oh. That's right. Wechat. Wechat. Oh, yes. This thing is faster."

"But. . . We'll send it this way. In case someone from the Public Security Bureau finds out. What can I do?" Zhao Xiaogang was still a little hesitant. Just now. He was scolded by Fu Yiqun. It's also become a little more honest.

"Afraid of what. Freedom of the press. Do you just think of yourself as an eyewitness to this crime scene?" Lin reporter said. You're going to me right away."

"Lao Lin. is uploaded. Not going to bed. Your Mandarin is very non-standard."

"Hey. I'm from Guangdong. with us. To is to upload. It's the same." Lao Lin said nonchalantly.

Zhao Xiaogang stuck out his tongue. The heart says. Can this be the same. I'm not going to "sleep" with you.

But. This Zhao Xiaogang reporter. In the end, I listened to the advice of this senior, and I sent those photos with text at a speed.

For journalists. Time is not just life. Money is more important than life.

Soon. This message and picture. It appeared on the WeChat of millions of people in Jiangnan City??????