TSM Chapter 27

She hurriedly spoke, her voice tense, “I know who his next target is. As long as I can avenge Xiǎo Rán, I’ll do anything!” She trembled with emotion as she spoke, her voice dry and hoarse, and the ferocity in her eyes reminded Zuǒ Yú of himself back then.

“Who is it?” His steady voice was neither hurried nor slow.

“Lán Yǔtóng, the daughter of the owner of Qiǎn Diào Fashion.”

Shí Yánsheng’s fiancée? They did attend last night’s party together…

“How are you sure it’s her?”

“Because Xiǎo Rán told me that among her fans was a generous and witty man who had met her a few times privately and had begun to pursue her madly, spending a lot of effort on her. Xiǎo Rán was tempted, but then one time she accidentally discovered quite a few other girls’ photos in the man’s phone, including Lán Yǔtóng. That’s how… Xiǎo Rán broke off contact with him in a rage.”

“You suspect… this man is the killer?”

“I do, otherwise I wouldn’t be here today.” Her tone was firm, and there was a stubbornness in her eyes.

“Hmm…”

“Mr. Zuǒ, have you agreed?” Xin Zimò was emotionally agitated, reaching out her rough hand to shake his sleeve, her eyes full of hope, as if unable to believe it.

Zuǒ Yú frowned, pulling his arm away, leaning back unnaturally, and said again in a muffled voice, “…Yes.”

He stood up and walked to the French window, opened his phone’s address book, and pressed the familiar number with the note “White Emperor.”

The phone brought a hoarse, low voice: “Hello, Yú Jī.”

“Aren’t you asleep?”

Shí Jiǎnbái cleared his throat, and a yawn swept over: “It’s my duty, what’s wrong, something wrong?”

“Shí Yánsheng’s fiancée, Lán Yǔtóng, may have had contact with the killer. I’m calling to ask, and then… don’t let her appear in public recently.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you.”

…

“It doesn’t seem very polite to talk through the door!” Shí Jiǎnbái’s big face approached the monitor, shouting loudly.

Silence was Cambridge tonight, as if time had stopped. Shí Jiǎnbái impatiently banged on the door, shouting while banging, “Stinky girl, open the door for me! I’m not a bad person.”

Lán Yǔtóng’s attitude towards him was obvious. Usually, the Shí family mother and son must have been whispering in her ear.

Sure enough, before long… three security guards came menacingly, communicating and exchanging information simply at the door, and even taking out their IDs to prove that they were not bad guys, which made the security guards go away.

Seeing that he was about to let Lán Yǔtóng close the door, noticing that the security door was a fingerprint and password lock, in order to complete the things Zuǒ Yú had told him, and also for the safety of the woman in the house, Shí Jiǎnbái had no choice but to think of a way to close the door himself.

He took out a card case from his pocket, flipped out a white plastic card, which was a hair salon card that had been tricked into getting before, using it as a light scattering design. The fingerprint recognition module would emit light from the bottom of the screen when running, reaching the plastic card through the fingerprint oil stains on the screen and returning to the receiver.

“Squeak…” Done! The door opened!

“How did you get in? This is trespassing on private property, I can call the police to arrest you!”

“Call the police? Miss Lán must have forgotten that I am a policeman.” Shí Jiǎnbái was not polite at all, picking up the cute little dog on the ground, caressing it playfully and lovingly.

“I’ll put Blue Elf back for you! Don’t touch it!” Lán Yǔtóng almost collapsed, stamping her feet angrily.

“Yes, I’ve met her a few times, what’s wrong?”

“She was murdered last night.”

Shí Jiǎnbái’s words scared her face pale, and she involuntarily fell back on the sofa. He noticed the fluctuation of Lán Yǔtóng’s emotions, and continued straightly, “To be honest, you… are the killer’s next target.”

“Me?” Lán Yǔtóng’s face was full of disbelief, and a sense of unease swept over her. “What does this have to do with me?”

Lán Yǔtóng pondered for a while, and anxiously said, “Speaking of which, there really was a Guān who always sent me flowers in a Cayenne, sending back and forth all kinds of colors of Manta, but I didn’t even look at him at all. !”

Shí Jiǎnbái smiled mockingly: “Shí Yánsheng can tolerate this?” After a pause, he recovered his seriousness and said, “Then do you know who the man who sent you flowers is?”

“I really don’t know him, I don’t even know where he popped out from.”

“He is the murderer who killed Xīn Rán.” Shí Jiǎnbái said bluntly.

“Why should I trust you?”

Shí Jiǎnbái’s eyes were full of sincerity, and his words seemed to inject a tranquilizer into her body, and she followed his arrangement as if by a ghost.

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