Almost as soon as the elevator opened, he ran out. For the first time, he was so flustered and so scared that he ran out desperately after Taishan had been collapsing in front of him.

Fortunately, Mo Zhentian's room was not difficult to find, and he appeared in front of him a few steps forward. Xie Jinsong stood at the door of the room, his face was so gloomy that it was frightening, and his voice was more like a knife from hell: "Open the door!" ”

The front desk swallowed a little saliva and opened the door with a card trembling.

At the moment of opening the door, a faint smell of blood wafted out instantly, others may not be able to smell it, or they may not know what it smells like, but he knows! Xie Jinsong's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart seemed to stop beating, and his whole person was deprived of oxygen for a moment.

He stood in front of the door, not immediately entering, one hand gripping the doorknob tightly, because the knuckles of the force were white. He forced himself to take a deep breath, the burning pain in his heart not going away, and his entire chest trembled slightly with anger and pain.

He closed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already full of clarity, and then a cold voice like a superior person came, like eternal ice: "Shiyi go down and wait for Jinxiao, block the top floor!" No outsiders are allowed to come up! As he spoke, he turned to the front desk that had been following him just now, "You! Go turn off all surveillance! Remember! All! Also, open the room next to it! ”

Meng Shiyi didn't have the slightest reason, and immediately went downstairs with branches. The front desk was glanced at by Xie Jinsong, and her whole body was a little weak, if it weren't for her strong willpower, I am afraid that she would be paralyzed to the ground right now. Because of that terrifying aura, she didn't want to stay by Xie Jinsong's side for a second, and after opening the adjacent room, she hurriedly followed Meng Shiyi downstairs.

It wasn't until everyone had left that Xie Jinsong slowly opened the door of the presidential suite, and when he saw the blood splattering on the floor, the bright red stung his eyes, his breathing stagnated slightly, and finally walked into the room.

There was no moment of torment like this, and every step felt like he was in a hot fire, which burned his skin until it opened. He walked forward step by step with the bloodstains, and there were shards of glass on the wine cabinet in the front hall, and there were small pools of blood.

There was only a touch of bewitching red in his dark eyes, and his hand clenched tightly and continued to follow the bloodstains, until he saw the situation in the bedroom, he understood what it meant to have a heart like a knife.

His Sang Tian was lying quietly in a pool of blood at the moment, the neckline of his sweater was torn, revealing the shoulder straps of one of the corsets. On that originally fair and beautiful face, on the exposed skin, the slender and slender hands were covered with blood.

Xie Jinsong's breathing instantly froze, and the first breath would make the entire chest painful. His legs were slightly weak, and only the blood-mottled figure remained in his eyes. His icy eyes were scarlet, and the corners of his eyes were red.

He didn't know how much strength he had to take to walk to Xu Sangtian's side, he slowly knelt beside her, and the hand that stretched out to hold her trembled slightly, until he took her into his arms, and the heart that seemed to have been torn off a piece of flesh was slightly relieved.

He held her tightly in his arms, and the pain in his heart prevented him from calling her name, and he could only let out a painful whimper from his throat.