An Jianli listened with mixed feelings.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and a bunch of people poured in, he escorted the old man out, and after seeing that the old man successfully found the ward and entered, he really planned to go up the stairs.

A few maintenance workers came up with toolboxes, and the elevator applauded, and the place where it stopped on the seventh and eighth floors did not move, as if it was the cause of the power outage.

The idea that something was wrong in his heart became stronger and stronger, and An Jian ran up from the step.

The eighth floor is a key ward area, and there are not many people.

The nurse on this floor had just come out of a hospital room when a man called out to her, and someone had passed out in the bathroom.

It was the bathroom on this floor, and she notified several other colleagues to come over quickly and go to see the situation first.

After a while, a man wearing a hat and a mask walked out from the corner, walking with his head down, and a shiny blade hidden under his sleeve.

The surveillance was broken, the door to the innermost room was unlocked, the person on the bed was on a ventilator, and the equipment next to it showed that everything was normal.

The man made his rounds of the room, withdrew his dagger, walked lightly to the instrument, and leaned over to the head of the bed.

The patient is still in a coma, unaware of the crisis in the outside world.

Xiao Congsu's gaze moved from his face to the ventilator next to him, reached out, touched the ventilator's trachea, and slowly squeezed it, and the person on the bed began to move.

He began to struggle, his fingers curled, and his face slowly turned red, which was already a precursor to death.

Xiao Congsu never let go, his eyes were lifeless.

"Stop!" A chair suddenly smashed behind him.

He dodged in time, but his arm was still knocked out, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a big noise.

Xiao Congsu knew it was over when he saw An Jian leaving.

......

Qinglu Garden.

Chen Zhi called: "Fourth master, the person has been sent to the police station." ”

There was no wind today, it was quiet, like a precursor to something big happening.

Chi Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the handsome figure of the man was reflected on the transparent glass, there was no temperature in his eyes, he couldn't see his emotions, and he said that he knew.

This time, he didn't use his own means to deal with Lin Xingzhi, but just sent him to the police station with his guilt.

Because Lin Xingzhi said such a sentence.

"Fourth Master Chi, do you think this counts as retribution?"

At that time, he was imprisoned in the basement of Chi's house, and he was not dissatisfied with that environment, and when he saw Chi Yan come in, he just looked deeply and said this with a smile.

In the fire that year, the Rong family lost a cat, and he was the only relative who lost it.

The Rong family didn't say anything about this matter to the outside world, and suppressed it, and at that time, he hated power.

The people of the Rong family thought he didn't know, ridiculous, how could he not know.

Chi Yan didn't bother him silently, waiting for him to explain slowly.

The fire a few years ago was indeed strange, but the Rong family didn't dig deeper, as if they were hiding something.

"That's right, I promised to stay by Rong Qi's side, and I was a secret psychiatrist for her just to get revenge." It wasn't until he mentioned Rong Qi's name that the man's aura gradually changed.

"Why did she slowly remember the picture of Mrs. Rong's death, I also operated it." Lin Xingzhi no longer hid it, and he didn't see any regrets, "Fair thing, after so many years, I also remember how my adoptive father buried the sea of fire, and no one went to save it." ”

He is taking revenge on the Rong family in this way, and they all say that the Rong family loves this granddaughter the most, so Rong Qi is the best choice.