"Mr. Ming was injured, but I heard from the doctor that it was not life-threatening. Jiang Qingyu was hit on the head by the falling chandelier and died on the spot. ”

Luo Zelan frowned, straightened his cuffs, and said lightly: "Go to the hospital first." ”

The car drove all the way to the hospital, and as soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he heard an anxious voice from inside: "Mr. Ming, you can't get up yet." ”

Luo Zelan's footsteps paused slightly, and in the next second, he pushed the door directly in, and at a glance saw Ming Siran, who got up from the hospital bed despite the doctor's obstruction, and his nervous subordinates stood next to him.

Ming Siran was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, and at the moment there was blood stains on his shirt, and when he heard the voice, he looked up at him, his lips were pale, and his facial features were cold and warm.

Luo Zelan withdrew his gaze from his face and looked at the doctor: "How is he?" ”

The doctor, who was anxious to stop the patient, saw this man with a cold breath, as if he had finally found the backbone, and hurriedly said: "Although the patient is not in danger of life, the external injuries are serious, especially the arm, and emergency treatment is needed, but the patient does not cooperate ......"

Luo Zelan looked at Ming Siran's arm.

Blood trickled down the fingers of his left hand, and you could see at a glance how deep the wound was.

He frowned slightly.

Ming Siran didn't care about the injuries on his body in the slightest, and stared at him with deep eyes: "Is there a clue?" ”

"You want to bleed your own blood before you find Pretty Girl?"

Ming Siran's face was tense, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he took out his mobile phone directly from his trouser pocket, dialed a number, and then crossed him and strode out of the ward.

The two men glanced at each other and quickly followed.

"This ...... How can you just let him go? Looking at the empty ward, the doctor couldn't help but say to Luo Zelan.

I thought he would stop the point.

The man's tone was indifferent: "If he doesn't cure him, can I still force him to cure?" ”

“……”

After speaking, Luo Zelan turned around and left the ward with an expressionless face.

There was already a car waiting at the door, Ming Siran sat in, and at the same time said in a deep voice to the person on the other end of the call: "Wu Fang, do you know any dangerous people abroad?" ”

Luo Qiao's interpersonal relationships abroad, Wu Fang knows better than him.

Wu Fang and Rui Ze have also heard the news of Luo Qiao's disappearance, and are rushing to the airport: "We are already sending someone to investigate, don't worry, we will notify you as soon as there is news." ”

Hanging up the phone, Ming Siran leaned back, and when he closed his eyes, it was the scene before Jiang Qingyu died.

The fire was scorching, and the woman only had her last breath left, and her voice was hoarse: "What I can't get, you can't get it either, Ming Siran, Luo Qiao she will never accept you, and she will never ......"

The last few words came out of her throat with laughter, and almost as soon as the words fell, she took her last breath and fell completely in a pool of blood.

Ming Siran's face was tense, and a chill was blowing all over his body.

"Mr. Ming, what should I do next?"

The man's voice was cold: "Go to the air traffic control department to check the helicopter route of the latest flight, and in addition, send me the surveillance video of each intersection." ”

"Yes."

……

The cruise ship slowly sails across the sea, bringing out the trail waves.

As the night wore on, the wind grew stronger, ruffling the black hair of the men on deck.

Shen Jikong squinted slightly, propped his hands on the railing, looking at the sea, his tall figure, cold posture, and indescribable sexiness in it.