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The faint smell of blood and the smell of fire/medicine filled the tense air.

Choi Seung-chuan frowned slowly, his hands in his trouser pockets, his narrow eyes narrowed, he looked at the bullet holes in the floor, and then he turned his head.

Thrown in the iron plate on the ground, the blood-stained bullet couldn't stand the turmoil of the floor, and rolled slowly twice.

9mm Parabellum sub/bullet.

The bullets that came out of Ashe's gun were the same bullets that came out of his body.

"He had a full alibi, and many people watched him leave the estate, and judging by the footage captured by surveillance on the street, his car never turned back. The most important thing is that when Little was shot, the surveillance in Ash's house had images of him entering the door, which was still very recognizable, and it was certain that he was not at the manor at the time...... His woman is also a personal witness, saying that a shot on his body was used by himself to fuel his fun. ”

Cui Chengchuan spat out a cigarette, and the hazy smoke blurred the carelessness on his handsome face, revealing a little disdain.

"Everybody knows that this madman can do anything to shoot himself."

That's not the most troublesome, though.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair heavily, his slender ten fingers crossed together, his deep eyes were raised, and his deep eyes fell on the man in the suit standing in front of him, who immediately took something out of his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

"Sir, we found three intact subs/bullets in the garden. Taken from Lord Little's arm, it's just as ...... as these"

It's all Parabellum.

This sub/cartridge is currently the most widely circulated in the world, which is suitable for Qiao Weihuan's 9mm caliber Glock, and is also the sub/cartridge used in the M9 hand/gun on the man in the suit.

At that time, Qiao Weihuan fired three shots, and now there are three shots of intact sub/bullets. Coupled with Ashe's alibi, it is difficult for Qiao Weihuan to identify that she hit Ashe at that time. Similarly, if Little continues to bite the man in the suit to kill the gun, there is no way to prove that she must have lied.

Who let the key to unlocking the fog - Demville's guards missing.

This person was not necessarily the one who shot Little, but the timing of his disappearance was too delicate to directly open the curtain on the turmoil.

Everyone knows that the victim and the suspect/suspect may also be innocent, but nowadays, it doesn't matter whether the truth is black or white.

He Zhengxiao's crossed ten fingers moved slightly, his long legs overlapped, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhong." ”

"Young Master."

"Arrange for the Labor/Party people to meet me."

Uncle Zhong looked up in astonishment, "You want to come forward in person?" ”

"The water is in chaos, and I will personally intervene to force them to take the next step......"

He Zhengxiao stretched his upper body, slowly leaned back in the chair, and said coldly: "Also, you don't need to tell her these things anymore." ”

The word "again" is very meaningful, so even Cui Chengchuan was stunned. He took the cigarette from his lips and raised half of his thick eyebrows, "What kind of chess move are you, why can't I understand it?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly closed his eyes.

……

Qiao Weihuan was in a daze and heard the voices of many people. The sounds fell silent, then chaotic again.

Occasionally, there was a wet and cool touch on the lips, and the sweet water rolled down the open lips into the throat, slightly relieving the fire in the lungs. There are also many people who carefully support her, as if they are packing her somewhere, tossing and turning endlessly.

Qiao Weihuan was annoyed, her body after anesthesia could feel the heart-rending pain in her left back, she endured it silently, closed her eyes and rested, planning to survive this difficult day as soon as possible.

When she could open her eyes, she felt groggy and numb and swollen all over, and barely realized that she had returned to Demville Manor. She moved her arm slightly, and half of her body immediately began to hurt, so she simply gave up and moved her lower lip hard: "...... Uncle Zhong. ”

The servants and medical staff who were guarding next to her found that she was awake, and began to ask her how she was feeling in surprise, and carefully checked her to make sure that she had no complications, and then completely relieved.

The maid carefully picked up the water glass, moistened the cotton in her hand and wiped her lips, "Madam, Mr. Zhong is not here. ”

Qiao Weihuan opened his eyes half-open, and he really didn't have much strength to speak, so he was concise: "Tell He Zhengxiao that it's from Ashkent." ”

After speaking, she closed her eyes again, regained consciousness little by little, and whispered, "You still let him come, I have something to talk to him." ”

Who knew that the maid hesitated and said, "Sir...... Just went out. ”

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes, the maid's face was very embarrassed, and she laughed inaudibly, "Hmm." ”

Injured on her back, the medical staff changed her dressing, Qiao Weihuan, who turned over, buried her face in the soft pillow, closed her mouth with great difficulty, and occasionally snorted uncontrollably. After changing the medicine, Qiao Weihuan was in unbearable pain, hypnotizing herself to fall asleep quickly, and it wouldn't hurt when she slept.

Thinking about it, she really slept.

Before going to bed, she was not too surprised by the maid's answer, I am afraid that this matter will be followed up, and He Zhengxiao will become very busy.

Although she was injured, she still wanted to see He Zhengxiao when she woke up.

I don't know if he knows that Ash came back halfway to do this? Ashe's cane was the murder weapon......

Qiao Weihuan woke up from sleep, woke up and fell asleep, lying on the bed half-naked and served by the maid, eating and drinking without hands, lying half-dead for several days, but he didn't expect He Zhengxiao to never appear. She asked the maid with some anxiety: "He Zhengxiao is not in Manchester?" ”

The servant lowered her eyebrows and said, "We don't know." ”

Qiao Weihuan frowned, "Uncle Zhong is with him?" ”

"We ......"

The maid didn't know what to ask, and Qiao Weihuan could only endure the full of questions.

In the afternoon, the maid was afraid that she would be bored, so she brought her a few books and put them at the bedside, turned on the TV, sat next to her quietly, and called her when she needed it.

Qiao Weihuan's mind was full of the result of Ash's incident, she felt that this matter was very strange, it stands to reason that He Zhengxiao should not let go of such a good opportunity, she is the victim, and if she comes forward to testify against Ash, then Ash will definitely be deflated.

As for beating Ash to death with a stick, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the news on TV: "...... The shooting/shooting, although there were no fatalities, but Lord Litt was injured. After treatment, Lord Little's arm is recovering......"

Little's injury is made public??

Such a sensitive period, Litt this is ......

Qiao Wei's heart jumped and turned his head to look at the LCD screen.

The maid suddenly got up in a panic and turned off the TV very quickly.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyebrows and looked at her, looking at her in a cold sweat, lowered her head and said sadly: "Madam, your body needs to be recuperated......

"Open."

The maid trembled and held the remote control, but did not move. Qiao Weihuan lowered her voice and said calmly, "What's wrong?" Just watch TV, turn it on. ”

She saw that the maid still didn't move, and endured the pain and reached out to get the remote control, but she didn't expect the maid to take a few steps back, shook her head and said, "Madam, Mr. said that these things don't need to be handled by you anymore......"

Qiao Wei lost her strength suddenly, her thin white fingers stopped in the air for a few seconds, then slowly retracted, and closed her eyes silently.

"I see."

The maid said "no".

Does He Zhengxiao think she did something wrong? Self-defeating, or what?

In short, it's an unsatisfactory attitude, and I don't let her care.

The chest cavity was blocked for unknown reasons, Qiao Weihuan coughed lightly twice, and the wound on his back ached faintly. She uncomfortably propped up the bed with her forearms, trying to stop her inexplicable cough, but the invisible gray in the air rose thinly, and she coughed harder, and her face turned red with earth-shattering coughing.

The servant called to her in fear: "Madam! ”

Qiao Weihuan coughed and waved her hand, and said with difficulty: "Call the doctor to come over......"

She coughed so badly that it took a long time to recover, and the wound on her back accidentally opened. The medical staff poured in like a tide, carefully re-medicated her, and Qiao Weihuan calmed down weakly, staring at the intricate oil paint on the ceiling with a pair of dark eyes.

The setting sun quietly folded the bright red skirt, and the moon showed a thin shadow, allowing the innocent light to spread on the floor.

Qiao Weihuan was motionless, his head was empty, and he suddenly heard a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, and Charlotte was coming in with Barnett in her arms.

The little guy slipped off Charlotte, walked awkwardly to the side of the bed with his little hands behind his back, and puffed out his cheeks to look at her gauze shoulders: "Are you okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan smiled a little, "I'm glad you came to see me...... I am fine. ”

Barnett "hummed", and the arrogant little round face was blushing, and the top of Leng Buding's head was gently stroked.

Charlotte smoothed Barnett's soft short brown hair and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, "Okay Barnett, your aunt needs to rest, you go out to play first, don't disturb her." ”

Barnett glanced at Qiao Weihuan again, seeing her smiling slightly, as if it really didn't hurt anymore, twisted her head and ran away.

"How's it going, the wound still hurts?"

Seeing that Qiao Weihuan was about to sit up, Charlotte covered her with the quilt, "I just came to see your injury, not to aggravate your injury." ”

Qiao Weihuan thought for a moment and lay down again, "Thank you." ”

Her face was not very good-looking, bloodless white, and her eyebrows were softened by the unclear bedlamp, but the shadow under her eyes became thicker.

Charlotte folded her hands and suddenly said, "Art doesn't want you to touch these things, it doesn't mean that he will make you lose your status as a hostess." He qualifies you to sit in this position and will not deny you a mistake by a mistake. ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she looked up at her.

From this angle, you can only catch a glimpse of Charlotte's delicate chin and full red lips.

When the lips were closed, no matter how gentle the tone was, the words were still cold.

"And, it's the only thing you have, and he's not going to take it back."

"I'm not ......"

Qiao Weihuan subconsciously wanted to refute, but the words came to her mouth and she swallowed them again.

Charlotte knows He Zhengxiao better than her, and she also understands women's thoughts. She would say this just to comfort herself, not to mention that she had nothing to elaborate on.

He Zhengxiao has been so good to her these days that she almost forgot that she only had so much left for her.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The faint smell of blood and the smell of fire/medicine filled the tense air.

Choi Seung-chuan frowned slowly, his hands in his trouser pockets, his narrow eyes narrowed, he looked at the bullet holes in the floor, and then he turned his head.

Thrown in the iron plate on the ground, the blood-stained bullet couldn't stand the turmoil of the floor, and rolled slowly twice.

9mm Parabellum sub/bullet.

The bullets that came out of Ashe's gun were the same bullets that came out of his body.

"He had a full alibi, and many people watched him leave the estate, and judging by the footage captured by surveillance on the street, his car never turned back. The most important thing is that when Little was shot, the surveillance in Ash's house had images of him entering the door, which was still very recognizable, and it was certain that he was not at the manor at the time...... His woman is also a personal witness, saying that a shot on his body was used by himself to fuel his fun. ”

Cui Chengchuan spat out a cigarette, and the hazy smoke blurred the carelessness on his handsome face, revealing a little disdain.

"Everybody knows that this madman can do anything to shoot himself."

That's not the most troublesome, though.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair heavily, his slender ten fingers crossed together, his deep eyes were raised, and his deep eyes fell on the man in the suit standing in front of him, who immediately took something out of his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

"Sir, we found three intact subs/bullets in the garden. Taken from Lord Little's arm, it's just as ...... as these"

It's all Parabellum.

This sub/cartridge is currently the most widely circulated in the world, which is suitable for Qiao Weihuan's 9mm caliber Glock, and is also the sub/cartridge used in the M9 hand/gun on the man in the suit.

At that time, Qiao Weihuan fired three shots, and now there are three shots of intact sub/bullets. Coupled with Ashe's alibi, it is difficult for Qiao Weihuan to identify that she hit Ashe at that time. Similarly, if Little continues to bite the man in the suit to kill the gun, there is no way to prove that she must have lied.

Who let the key to unlocking the fog - Demville's guards missing.

This person was not necessarily the one who shot Little, but the timing of his disappearance was too delicate to directly open the curtain on the turmoil.

Everyone knows that the victim and the suspect/suspect may also be innocent, but nowadays, it doesn't matter whether the truth is black or white.

He Zhengxiao's crossed ten fingers moved slightly, his long legs overlapped, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhong." ”

"Young Master."

"Arrange for the Labor/Party people to meet me."

Uncle Zhong looked up in astonishment, "You want to come forward in person?" ”

"The water is in chaos, and I will personally intervene to force them to take the next step......"

He Zhengxiao stretched his upper body, slowly leaned back in the chair, and said coldly: "Also, you don't need to tell her these things anymore." ”

The word "again" is very meaningful, so even Cui Chengchuan was stunned. He took the cigarette from his lips and raised half of his thick eyebrows, "What kind of chess move are you, why can't I understand it?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly closed his eyes.

……

Qiao Weihuan was in a daze and heard the voices of many people. The sounds fell silent, then chaotic again.

Occasionally, there was a wet and cool touch on the lips, and the sweet water rolled down the open lips into the throat, slightly relieving the fire in the lungs. There are also many people who carefully support her, as if they are packing her somewhere, tossing and turning endlessly.

Qiao Weihuan was annoyed, her body after anesthesia could feel the heart-rending pain in her left back, she endured it silently, closed her eyes and rested, planning to survive this difficult day as soon as possible.

When she could open her eyes, she felt groggy and numb and swollen all over, and barely realized that she had returned to Demville Manor. She moved her arm slightly, and half of her body immediately began to hurt, so she simply gave up and moved her lower lip hard: "...... Uncle Zhong. ”

The servants and medical staff who were guarding next to her found that she was awake, and began to ask her how she was feeling in surprise, and carefully checked her to make sure that she had no complications, and then completely relieved.

The maid carefully picked up the water glass, moistened the cotton in her hand and wiped her lips, "Madam, Mr. Zhong is not here. ”

Qiao Weihuan opened his eyes half-open, and he really didn't have much strength to speak, so he was concise: "Tell He Zhengxiao that it's from Ashkent." ”

After speaking, she closed her eyes again, regained consciousness little by little, and whispered, "You still let him come, I have something to talk to him." ”

Who knew that the maid hesitated and said, "Sir...... Just went out. ”

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes, the maid's face was very embarrassed, and she laughed inaudibly, "Hmm." ”

Injured on her back, the medical staff changed her dressing, Qiao Weihuan, who turned over, buried her face in the soft pillow, closed her mouth with great difficulty, and occasionally snorted uncontrollably. After changing the medicine, Qiao Weihuan was in unbearable pain, hypnotizing herself to fall asleep quickly, and it wouldn't hurt when she slept.

Thinking about it, she really slept.

Before going to bed, she was not too surprised by the maid's answer, I am afraid that this matter will be followed up, and He Zhengxiao will become very busy.

Although she was injured, she still wanted to see He Zhengxiao when she woke up.

I don't know if he knows that Ash came back halfway to do this? Ashe's cane was the murder weapon......

Qiao Weihuan woke up from sleep, woke up and fell asleep, lying on the bed half-naked and served by the maid, eating and drinking without hands, lying half-dead for several days, but he didn't expect He Zhengxiao to never appear. She asked the maid with some anxiety: "He Zhengxiao is not in Manchester?" ”

The servant lowered her eyebrows and said, "We don't know." ”

Qiao Weihuan frowned, "Uncle Zhong is with him?" ”

"We ......"

The maid didn't know what to ask, and Qiao Weihuan could only endure the full of questions.

In the afternoon, the maid was afraid that she would be bored, so she brought her a few books and put them at the bedside, turned on the TV, sat next to her quietly, and called her when she needed it.

Qiao Weihuan's mind was full of the result of Ash's incident, she felt that this matter was very strange, it stands to reason that He Zhengxiao should not let go of such a good opportunity, she is the victim, and if she comes forward to testify against Ash, then Ash will definitely be deflated.

As for beating Ash to death with a stick, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the news on TV: "...... The shooting/shooting, although there were no fatalities, but Lord Litt was injured. After treatment, Lord Little's arm is recovering......"

Little's injury is made public??

Such a sensitive period, Litt this is ......

Qiao Wei's heart jumped and turned his head to look at the LCD screen.

The maid suddenly got up in a panic and turned off the TV very quickly.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyebrows and looked at her, looking at her in a cold sweat, lowered her head and said sadly: "Madam, your body needs to be recuperated......

"Open."

The maid trembled and held the remote control, but did not move. Qiao Weihuan lowered her voice and said calmly, "What's wrong?" Just watch TV, turn it on. ”

She saw that the maid still didn't move, and endured the pain and reached out to get the remote control, but she didn't expect the maid to take a few steps back, shook her head and said, "Madam, Mr. said that these things don't need to be handled by you anymore......"

Qiao Wei lost her strength suddenly, her thin white fingers stopped in the air for a few seconds, then slowly retracted, and closed her eyes silently.

"I see."

The maid said "no".

Does He Zhengxiao think she did something wrong? Self-defeating, or what?

In short, it's an unsatisfactory attitude, and I don't let her care.

The chest cavity was blocked for unknown reasons, Qiao Weihuan coughed lightly twice, and the wound on his back ached faintly. She uncomfortably propped up the bed with her forearms, trying to stop her inexplicable cough, but the invisible gray in the air rose thinly, and she coughed harder, and her face turned red with earth-shattering coughing.

The servant called to her in fear: "Madam! ”

Qiao Weihuan coughed and waved her hand, and said with difficulty: "Call the doctor to come over......"

She coughed so badly that it took a long time to recover, and the wound on her back accidentally opened. The medical staff poured in like a tide, carefully re-medicated her, and Qiao Weihuan calmed down weakly, staring at the intricate oil paint on the ceiling with a pair of dark eyes.

The setting sun quietly folded the bright red skirt, and the moon showed a thin shadow, allowing the innocent light to spread on the floor.

Qiao Weihuan was motionless, his head was empty, and he suddenly heard a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, and Charlotte was coming in with Barnett in her arms.

The little guy slipped off Charlotte, walked awkwardly to the side of the bed with his little hands behind his back, and puffed out his cheeks to look at her gauze shoulders: "Are you okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan smiled a little, "I'm glad you came to see me...... I am fine. ”

Barnett "hummed", and the arrogant little round face was blushing, and the top of Leng Buding's head was gently stroked.

Charlotte smoothed Barnett's soft short brown hair and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, "Okay Barnett, your aunt needs to rest, you go out to play first, don't disturb her." ”

Barnett glanced at Qiao Weihuan again, seeing her smiling slightly, as if it really didn't hurt anymore, twisted her head and ran away.

"How's it going, the wound still hurts?"

Seeing that Qiao Weihuan was about to sit up, Charlotte covered her with the quilt, "I just came to see your injury, not to aggravate your injury." ”

Qiao Weihuan thought for a moment and lay down again, "Thank you." ”

Her face was not very good-looking, bloodless white, and her eyebrows were softened by the unclear bedlamp, but the shadow under her eyes became thicker.

Charlotte folded her hands and suddenly said, "Art doesn't want you to touch these things, it doesn't mean that he will make you lose your status as a hostess." He qualifies you to sit in this position and will not deny you a mistake by a mistake. ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she looked up at her.

From this angle, you can only catch a glimpse of Charlotte's delicate chin and full red lips.

When the lips were closed, no matter how gentle the tone was, the words were still cold.

"And, it's the only thing you have, and he's not going to take it back."

"I'm not ......"

Qiao Weihuan subconsciously wanted to refute, but the words came to her mouth and she swallowed them again.

Charlotte knows He Zhengxiao better than her, and she also understands women's thoughts. She would say this just to comfort herself, not to mention that she had nothing to elaborate on.

He Zhengxiao has been so good to her these days that she almost forgot that she only had so much left for her.

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