Fu Chujun hosted a small dinner party at home, inviting friends from the Women's Federation and some lawyers from Mingjun Law Firm.

Xin Lan was also there, wearing a sleeveless black evening dress, with a semi-transparent champagne-colored silk satin cloud shoulders on her shoulders, quite the charm of a mature woman.

Her expression was gentle and peaceful, and she spoke softly to her friends at the Women's Federation, thanking them for their help during this time.

When she saw Mu Zi, Xin Lan came over with a wine glass and thanked Mu Zi.

Mu Zi smiled and said, "I just did my part. ”

She didn't have any likes or dislikes for Xin Lan, but she was just a little curious.

There are many impetuous people in society, and it is really rare to see impetuous people like Xin Lan no matter what happens.

Mu Zi chatted casually with her and asked, "Now that the lawsuit is over, do you have any plans for the future?" Or do you want to settle abroad as originally planned? ”

Xin Lan smiled and said, "It's not that fast, I plan to go abroad for a walk first, and find a place with good scenery to stay for a while." ”

A lady next to her heard it and joked, "Maybe there will be an encounter and meet a good man." ”

Everyone laughed.

Someone kindly reminded Xin Lan: "When you go out, you should be careful as a woman, and every time you go to a place, it is best to find a reliable local guide." ”

Xin Lan said: "I have friends with me, it's okay." ”

Everyone stopped the topic at the right time, without asking her friend whether it was a man or a woman, and the topic quickly turned to the scenery of various countries, and everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Mu Zi didn't want to delay here too late, and estimated that the time was almost up, so she was ready to leave.

Before leaving, she went to the bathroom and met Xin Lan.

Xin Lan touched up her makeup in front of the sink, and the silk satin shawl fell between her elbows, and she was like a crescent moon in the water, which was charming.

There are actually a lot of women in their thirties who live so elegantly and exquisitely, but Mu Zi always feels that Xin Lan's temperament is unique, difficult to describe, and it is the kind of unique that is unforgettable.

"Wait a minute." Xin Lan smiled at her, "It'll be fine soon." ”

Xin Lan looked in the mirror, scribbled her lipstick, and leaned back to give up her position.

Mu Zi found out that Xin Lan had a palm-sized tattoo on her left arm, which was a black rose.

The two passed by, Mu Zi was slightly stunned, and some pictures flashed inexplicably in her mind, as if unbelievable, she turned her head to look at Xin Lan again-

Xin Lan turned her back to her, gently pulled up the half-transparent silk satin shawl, and walked a few steps away.

…… Is it a coincidence?

Mu Zi looked at it in a daze.

The first victim of the Black Rose in my memory also had such a tattoo on his shoulder.

Time has passed too long, Mu Zi can't remember what the specific pattern of the tattoo is, only that it is also a rose......

In fact, even if the tattoo is the same, it doesn't mean much.

After all, the second victim did not have a tattoo on his body, so the tattoo was never used as a signature clue for an in-depth investigation.

But......

Mu Zi looked at the back, thought for a while, and called the other party: "Ms. Xin." ”

Xin Lan stopped and turned to look at Mu Zi.

"Your tattoo is beautiful." Mu Zi smiled and asked, "Can I take another look?" ”

Xin Lan looked at Mu Zi fixedly, for a moment, pursed her lips and chuckled: "Of course you can." ”

She loosened her shawl, revealing her slender upper arms, and said unhurriedly: "When I was young, I liked tattoos very much, so I went to tattoo this, and I still remember that the tattoo master at that time said to me that people are destined to be lonely, and nothing can accompany you for a lifetime except tattoos." ”

Mu Zi carefully looked at the pattern, and raised her eyes to look at her when she heard the words, "Why roses?" Does it have a special meaning? ”

Xin Lan lowered her eyebrows and stared at the tattoo on her shoulder: "This is an agreement with friends, and each of us has a tattoo." ”

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