Huansha, who was lying on the ground, said weakly, husband, you go quickly, after speaking, blood spit out from his mouth and closed his eyes.

Yan Qinghua viciously turned the dagger in his hand, ignoring his pain, and kicked under the governor.

Both of them lay down, blood staining the ground red.

When the little nanny saw such a scene, she rushed out crying and shouted in the corridor, help, murder.

The mournful shouts were particularly terrifying in the silence of the night, and they spread far away.

Li Guangliang and An Yi were sleeping in their arms, and the shouts outside woke them up.

Li Guangliang said that some people shouted for help. What's going on.

An Yi said, get up quickly and take a look.

The two men put on sleepiness and looked through the door in a mirror.

The little nanny at the door was still shouting silently.

Through the dim light, Li Guangliang saw that the door of the opposite room was open, there were several people lying on the ground, dark red blood was flowing, and a person with a backpack was crawling out little by little, his hands were full of blood.

Li Guangliang opened the door, but asked An Yi to close it again.

Li Guangliang looked at An Yi, and An Yi said, what are you doing when you go out, you are sick.

Li Guangliang said, no, although we just moved here and don't know each other, something happened to their family, and we can't pretend not to see it.

An Yi didn't screw Li Guangliang in the end, and handed Li Guangliang a kitchen knife.

Li Guangliang pushed the door out and asked, what's going on. An Yi hid in the crack of the door with some trembling.

The little nanny pointed to the person who was crawling out and said, Yan Qinghua, hurry, save him.

Li Guangliang and An Yi are no strangers to Yan Qinghua's name, and they are even a little allergic.

An Yi rushed out of the room at once and asked, who, Yan Qinghua.

The little nanny nodded and said, yes.

Yan Qinghua had already crawled to the door at this time, and he no longer had any strength, so he lay down all of a sudden, and never moved again.

Li Guangliang said to An Yi, who was already frightened, quickly, call the eldest brother and tell him that Yan Qinghua is here with us.

An Yi called Mao 18, and Li Guangliang gave Yan Qinghua first aid.

Mao 18 had already fallen asleep at this time, and he saw Shilan in his dream.

He hugged Shilan and said, why did you leave like this, why didn't you tell me where you went.

Shilan just smirked stupidly and didn't say a word.

Later, Shilan seemed to have become Tian Lili again. Roll over on the bed with him.

Don't look at Tian Lili's usual quietness, but in bed she is enthusiastic.

When Mao 18 couldn't resist it, the phone suddenly rang.

When he heard An Yi say that Yan Qinghua was there, Mao Shibai completely walked out of the dream and said, I will be there soon.

Hongguo asked in a daze, husband, what's wrong.

Last night was obviously too passionate, and Hongguo felt that her body was still sore.

Mao 18 said, Yan Qinghua has found it, and I want to go out.

Hongguo sat up from the bed and said, "Be careful."

Before the words fell, Mao Shibai had already gone out, and the door was slammed shut.

Mao 18 drove all the way, but fortunately, there were few people and cars on the street.

It didn't take long for Mao 18 to come downstairs to An Yi.

While Mao 18 went upstairs, he called Gao He and said that Yan Qinghua had found it.

When Mao Eighteen rushed to the door of An Yi's house in one breath, he saw that Li Guangliang, An Yi and another person were all at the scene, and a strong smell of blood came out, and Mao Eighteen frowned.

Li Guangliang said, Yan Qinghua's injuries are very serious, you see, I didn't dare to move.

Mao 18 glanced at it and said, take him to the hospital.

After saying that, he looked at the other two people in the room, sighed, and shook his head.

The little nanny entered An Yi's house, An Yi held the little nanny in her arms, kept comforting her, and waited for the arrival of the police.

Mao Shibai and Li Guangliang rushed all the way to the hospital and sent Yan Qinghua to the emergency room.

After a while, Gao He came over with someone and asked, where is the person.

Mao 18 pointed to the rescue room and said that inside, life and death were not known.

Time flowed minute by minute, and Mao Shibai and Gao He were both looking forward to Yan Qinghua being able to get through this hurdle, after all, he still had an account there that he hadn't figured out.

It was dawn, the weather was a little cool, and the sky was overcast, as if it was going to snow.

The door to the emergency room was pushed open, and the doctor came out of it and said, "We did our best, let's ask if you have anything to say."

Mao Eighteen and Gao He hurriedly came to Yan Qinghua's side.

Yan Qinghua's face was pale, and his eyes were misty. Feebly.

Gao He asked, what is going on with the project in Huaihuawan.

Yan Qinghua's eyes turned to Gao He's face, the corners of his mouth moved, and his voice was very weak.

At the top of the study, there is a book, Les Miserables......

The corners of Yan Qinghua's mouth twitched twice, and a mouthful of blood choked out of his nose, almost squirting to Gao He.

Yan Qinghua died, but his eyes were wide open.

Mao Shibai and Gao He came out and drove to Yan Qinghua's house again.

When he went upstairs, Mao 18 saw snowflakes floating outside, fluttering one after another, falling from the cloudy sky.

Because the little nanny was on the scene, it was very simple, the president's woman came, only kicked the president's corpse and left.

The police asked her to dispose of the body, and the woman said, "Don't do it, donate it to the state."

When Mao 18 and Gao He arrived at the scene, they saw the police cleaning up the scene.

According to the guidance of the little nanny, the two came to the study.

In the northeast corner of the study, there is a large bookcase, which is full of various rare edition books.

Mao Eighteen's gaze swept over row by row, and finally stopped at the top book called Les Miserables.

Mao 18 brought a stool, went up, and took down the book, but there was nothing.

Gao He looked at Mao Eighteen, and Mao Eighteen looked at Gao He.

Gao He said, Yan Qinghua is obviously talking about this book, how can there be no one.

Mao Shibai also wondered, and after thinking about it, did he not say it completely.

Gao He nodded and said, it is possible.

Mao 18 looked through this Miserable World, and suddenly a bookmark fell out of the book, which said, 132 pages of Les Miserables, I really feel tired.

Mao Shibai felt that this sentence was a little unreasonable, because judging from these books, Yan Qinghua was not a person who couldn't speak clearly, but there was nothing like this sentence.

Mao 18 handed it to Gao He and told Gao He his thoughts.

The two men fell silent.

Mao Eighteen suddenly thought of something, climbed the stool and went up again, and saw that there was a dark compartment behind the book.