S City Hospital, midnight.

Yi Wushuang stood in front of the window in a night suit, listening to the alarm sounding in the hospital, and unhurriedly put the young man on the bed on his back. Tie the boy to himself, jump off the window with a rope, and disappear into the night. Only the glass residue in front of the window remains.

Yi Wushuang was already smiling in his heart along the way, thinking about how to spend the 50 million. Is it finally possible to stop doing this? Can you get rid of this ugly, tight night suit? Yi Wushuang thought like this, not noticing that the young man behind him had opened his eyes and looked at Yi Wushuang carefully, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes revealed a bit of banter.

After running with the boy on his back for a long time, Yi Wushuang stopped in a dilapidated residential building and entered the building, and the dim corridor light shone on Yi Wushuang's fake white face.

Yi Wushuang stopped in front of the door, bent down with difficulty, took out the key on the carpet and opened the door. Entering the door, he hastily untied the rope from his waist, and the boy fell to the ground without support. The gown was crumpled with rope. Yi Wushuang glanced at it and muttered in a low voice, "It's good-looking, but it's a pity." "I turned around and wanted to close the door.

Bang! Yi Wushuang was hit to the ground and was in pain, and was tightly choked by one hand, almost suffocating. It's as if the hand on the neck pushes a little harder, and it dies by itself. Yi Wushuang's eyes were so painful that his eyes were full of tears, and he opened his mouth to make a little begging for mercy. The nails of Yi Wushuang's hands had sunk into the flesh of that hand, and blood was bleeding. The hand was pinching his neck harder and harder, and his eyes were rolling. Just when Yi Wushuang thought she was going to die, the hand let go of her.

Yi Wushuang clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground. The originally white neck has been pinched red and the green tendons are bulging.

He Yao looked at Yi Wushuang's embarrassed appearance and said mockingly: "Just you? Hearing this, Yi Wushuang reluctantly raised his head and looked at the condescending young man with him. He Yao was still the same as he was on the hospital bed at the beginning, lifeless, like a dead man. Yi Wushuang didn't respond for a long time, stared at He Yao's clean eyes for a long time, and smiled weakly: "Your eyes are so good-looking." ”

He Yao paused, and the two of them stared at each other.

"Who let you do it?" He Yao broke the silence.

Yi Wushuang didn't hear any emotion in his voice. It's the kind of child's voice that hasn't reached the stage of changing his voice at the age of thirteen or fourteen, immature and as cold as a machine.

"Sorry, don't give away customer information."

"I'll kill you."

He Yao said this calmly, just like saying that the weather is really good today, with a sweet smile on his face that made people feel comfortable.

"Whatever you want." Yi Wushuang was scared in his heart, turned his head with an indifferent look, and didn't look at He Yao.

"You're not afraid of death."

"I'm afraid." As soon as He Yao finished speaking, Yi Wushuang responded with a trembling voice, his eyes red.

Nonsense, what will grandma do if I die? Will she spend the rest of her old age in the hospital with lonely ghosts?

The money is gone, but it's useless. Yi Wushuang was like this, and his heart was sad.

"Such a rarity of money?" He Yao knew what Yi Wushuang was thinking. Even when he died, he was thinking about money, and from time to time there was a pungent smell of inferior perfume on his body, which made him a little evil, and he couldn't help frowning.

But it smells much better than the disinfectant water in the hospital.

"I'm so vain." Yi Wushuang said this, ignoring He Yao's cynicism and thinking about how to run away.

It seems that He Yao didn't plan to kill her, otherwise he would have been strangled to death just now.

Yi Wushuang asked Cheng Yuaner to check He Yao's information in advance, the son of Qi Hefeng, the president of S City Mengtian Game Group, He Yao. Now 28 years old. Five years ago, he was in a car accident and became a vegetative person, and he has been lying in the city hospital without contact with the outside world for five years. In addition to these, Cheng Yuaner did not find out more useful information.

Yi Wushuang wondered, thinking to himself, he knew that this list was not so simple, just catch a rich sick chicken young master and get 50 million? How could such a big pie fall from the sky? Almost died.

She was hesitant to take it at the beginning, whether it would be a conspiracy or something. But when you think about it, maybe there really is such a big pie?