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There is a real estate building in Xicheng that was on fire for a while when it opened.

First of all, someone proposed marriage with a light show on the exterior wall of the high-end community.

He also said that the suitor bought the woman the most expensive sky villa in the west of the city at that time.

The so-called sky villa is a fourth-generation building that has become popular since the south.

There is a terrace that is equal to or even larger than the living area, which can be used as a sky garden or a sky pool.

It is said that the man bought the top floor with the most expensive view and gave it to the woman as a wedding gift.

This story has become a dream after-dinner conversation for thousands of girls on the streets and alleys.

Some people say that the woman who was proposed to must have a shocking appearance, or the same rich background, and the least fortunate is also a talented beauty.

But it wasn't until Qiao Mu stood at the door of this billion-dollar property following Wang Zhixuan's address that he was suddenly a little stunned.

It turned out that the corporate publicity manager under his hand was the object of the marriage proposal.

There is neither a super-vulgar appearance, nor a surprising background, as for talent.....

Not.... The ability to work is worthy of recognition.

Qiao Mu thought about it, it was still important to save people first, so he rang the doorbell.

Because Qiao Mu's identity is also prominent in the city, the property manager of this place also knows Qiao Mu, and Qiao Mu also grabbed this property and wanted to give it to Ms. Tan Qing as a 50th birthday gift.

But it was helplessly snatched away at a high price.

I really didn't expect that when I came to the door of my failed property for the second time, I came to save people.

The property manager was a little timid: "The owner here is in the UK all the year round, and he rarely comes back, and we don't know much about his background, but he only knows that he is rich...."

The implication is to remind the arbor not to touch the moldy head and pay attention to the treatment method.

Qiao Mu understood, so he said: "I will deal with the situation according to the situation, but once it is out of control for a while, you will call the police." ā€

The property manager nodded like garlic.

At this moment, the door opened, and it should be an intelligent system, a door that opened remotely.

Qiao Mu gently motioned for the property manager to stay where he was, and leaned in himself.

At this time, the night is completely dark, and the lights in the house are dim.

There are a few sconces hanging from the gray old walls.

The entrance is not too long, and when you turn around, you can see the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the reception room.

There is only one corner of the reception room where the electric fireplace is lit up, and an American rocking chair next to the fireplace seems to be swaying slightly in the dark.

Qiao Mu called softly: "Manager Wang? ā€

At this moment, I heard the sound of rustling coming from the east side.

Because the atmosphere in the room was really weird, Qiao Mu was afraid that something would happen, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the room on the east side.

First, I passed an open kitchen and dining room, and the light was too dark to see the decoration.

I could only follow the sound of the rustling and continue eastward, and soon I saw a ray of light peeking through the crack in the door.

"Manager Wang?"

Qiao Mu called again.

This time he heard an echo, from the room where the lights were on.

It's just that the voice is weak, more like a faint moan after being injured.

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Reason made him quickly adjust his mind, and his eyes fell on the man who had fallen next to the treadmill.

The man was face down, and beneath him was a stain of red blood.

It seemed to be freshly sprayed with plasma, and the whole house was still smelling warm and fishy.

Wang Zhixuan was lying upside down next to the mirror not far away, her abdomen was bleeding.

Qiao Mu calmly comforted Wang Zhixuan, who was still conscious, in a low voice: "Take a deep breath, maintain your strength, I'll help you." ā€

Then he took a step back and dialed his cell.

Although the property manager was just outside the door, Qiao Mu was afraid that if the man on the ground jumped up and committed murder again at the moment he left here, then Wang Zhixuan would definitely not be able to parry.

Soon the property manager ran in, he was first shocked in the darkness, and then subconsciously turned on all the lights in the house through the master control.

In an instant, the lifeless house lit up.

It is so bright that the depth of the blood stains can be distinguished.

"What are you doing in a daze, call, call the police." Hidden under Qiao Mu's calm face was a pair of eyes overflowing with frost and snow.

He saw the scars on Wang Zhixuan's body, some messy clothes, and a wound on her abdomen.

So he looked around and saw that the room he was in was supposed to be a gym, and there were no clean clothes to use.

So he squatted down and asked, "Where is the bedroom?" ā€

Wang Zhixuan's lips were already white, and she pointed to the left with her remaining strength.

So Qiao Mu understood, went to the bedroom to get a blanket, and found some household hemostatic bandages by the way.

When he returned to the gym, the property manager was still in the reception room with a trembling voice to report the location to the police.

Qiao Mu could only avoid the blood stains on the floor and some marks that might become evidence, cautiously came to Wang Zhixuan's side, and asked in a low voice, "I'll carry you to the sofa outside." ā€

Wang Zhixuan lowered her eyes slightly.

Acquiescing, Qiao Mu carefully picked up the injured woman, bypassed the motionless man on the ground, and walked towards the reception room.

He put Wang Zhixuan lightly on the sofa, wrapped the waist wound with a hemostatic bandage, and covered her with a blanket. ā€

"Hmm." Qiao Mu lowered his eyes.

"It's over, this house has to drop in price...."The property manager shook his head in distraction, and retched as if he remembered something: "I—I'm fainting..."

Then I rushed to the nearest bathroom, opened the water pipe, and threw up.

Wang Zhixuan's state didn't seem to be too good, just lying half-awake and half-dazed, and suddenly, she opened her eyes, as if she had been awakened by a nightmare, and the sweat on her forehead trickled down.....

"It's fine." Qiao Mu subconsciously sat down and held Wang Zhixuan's hand with one hand: "It's okay, it's okay....."

He comforted her....

Wang Zhixuan's vision gradually became clearer, and she seemed to recognize that the person who came was Qiao Mu, opened her mouth, and her voice was as weak as a dry stream: "Mr. Chen, is he dead?" ā€

Qiao Mu frowned lightly: "I don't know, the police are coming soon." ā€

Wang Zhixuan's expression immediately became painful: "He wants to kill me!" ā€

"It's okay, it's okay now." Qiao Mu continued to comfort like this.

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Fortunately, the police work in the high-end community is very sound, and it took eight minutes for the police to arrive at the scene of the crime.

It wasn't until this once-prosperous sky villa was cordoned off, and the medical staff present announced that the owner Chang He had died, and carried the injured into the ambulance, that Qiao Mu had the energy to go downstairs to smoke a cigarette.

He rarely smokes, and only smokes when he is confronted with a difficult incident that is difficult to solve.

He remembered what the forensic doctor said during the preliminary investigation: "The murder weapon was a cement nail used in construction, which was swallowed by the murderer and damaged all his internal organs. ā€

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Ouyang Lai has been fidgeting at home, and she doesn't know why she always feels flustered and tight.

It's like drinking five glasses of American food in one go.

The blood all over his body is turning over the river and the sea.

She looked at the time, and it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening.

Qiao Mu's phone has been unanswered since 7 o'clock....

Could something happen to him?

Thinking of this, Ouyang Lai couldn't sit still any longer, went into the house and took a windproof coat, and went downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw a familiar man smoking under the old street lamp next to the narrow alley.

"Arbor?"

Ouyang Lai called out in surprise, and then trotted over, a little angry: "Why don't you answer my phone all the time?" Where have you been? ā€

Qiao Mu snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it in the garbage bin on the side.

He exhaled and raised his eyes, looking tired.

He opened his arms, and his voice drifted slowly over with the night breeze: "I want to hug you....."

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After that, Ouyang Lai understood......

It turns out that the hero of the world who can single-handedly dominate the city will also have times of fear.

It's like those little boys who walk at night with their heads held high.

He also stubbornly turns on the light while sleeping.

If a monstrous disaster spilled on his life, he would be afraid....

And I will definitely protect that little boy who is afraid of the dark......