The rapid sound of gunfire pierced the silent night.

Blood poured out, filling someone's pupils.

Then came the screams.

A woman in a bathrobe rushes out of the hotel room and staggers outside!

After a while, the police and doctors arrived, the crowd was bustling, and photos and topics quickly rushed to the news hotspots.

The bloody pistol and the man and woman who were shot together made headlines on the front pages of all online news.

It's obviously late at night, and the heat is soaring all the way, and it's still high!

Rong Rui was shot in the left chest and was confirmed to be dead on the spot, as for Ye Zizhou, who is still being rescued, the situation is unknown.

When Rong Ji arrived at the hospital, there were already a large number of reporters squatting outside, and they rushed up the moment he got out of the car!

"May I ask Mr. Rong, does tonight's shooting murder have anything to do with Rong's share conversion?"

"Is it true that there are witnesses who claimed that the person who shot was your mother?"

"What was your mother's reason for doing this?"

"What is the relationship between the third person present and them?"

The flashing lights at the scene continued, reflecting almost turning the night into day, and there were several bodyguards around Rong Ji, but even then there were still some people who couldn't stop the crowd, and the microphone and camera held high in the reporter's hand were still constantly slamming at him.

Rong never spoke, and quickly walked through the crowd with his head down, and entered the hospital.

The reporters were finally stopped at the door.

He quickly stepped into the elevator.

Ye Zizhou's operation has not yet ended, but Rong Rui's death notice has been handed to him.

- After all, he is Rong Rui's son and his only relative in Jiang City.

Rong Ji stared at the notice for a long time, and after his eyes repeatedly confirmed the name on it several times, he finally picked up the pen.

The hand, which had always been calm and powerful, trembled slightly at this time.

He frowned, took a deep breath, and quickly wrote down his name.

Then, he looked at the person opposite, "How is my mother?" ”

"Still rescuing."

"Okay."

Rong didn't say anything more, and sat down on the chair next to him.

The shirt on his body was still neat, and there was no emotion in his lowered eyes, as if all this in front of him had nothing to do with him, and he was as calm as a bystander.

His phone screen kept flashing, and all kinds of calls poured in like crazy, but he didn't answer any of them.

Until the police came up to him, "Mr. Rong, please cooperate with us to ask a few words." ”

Rong Ji finally raised his head.

After looking at the person in front of him, he said, "Yes, but can we wait until my mother's surgery is over?" ”

The policeman looked at him, then at the closed door of the operating room in front of him, and finally agreed.

The long night was finally over.

After more than ten hours of surgery, the doctor told Rong that Ye Zizhou was out of danger and transferred to the ICU ward.

The policeman had been waiting beside him, and after the doctor had finished speaking, he glanced at Rong Ji.

found that his expression did not relax in the slightest, and even his brows seemed to be a little tighter—not at all like a son's normal reaction.

But this was only for a moment, and Rong Ji quickly thanked the doctor, and then looked at him, "Where do you want to ask?" Police station? ”

Rong Ji's aura was too strong, and the policeman paused before replying, "Just ask here, may I ask - where were you at the time of the incident?" ”