Chapter 227.1

When I got to Deng Quan's house, I found that something was not right. Many people outside, many policemen, and even cordoned off.

Tension quickly enveloped Yin Zihan. She pushed forward and saw Deng Quan on the floor of the house. She immediately ran out and retched.

Deng Quan on the floor was covered with blood. His head twisted backward in a strange shape. A dagger was stabbed at the heart. His stomach was stabbed several times. His intestines flowed out. Excrement was everywhere. The fingers of both hands were cut off and his eyes were gone.

If you don't know someone, you may not be able to see what this person looked like before. Yin Zihan was really scared. She subconsciously stepped back. A sense of fear came to my heart. Who was it? It was the next time.

People are talking about, "is there any deep hatred, how to die so miserable! What's more, I'm afraid no one would have found the corpse if it hadn't smelled so long ago! "

Yin Zihan looks at the speaker in surprise. His brain is buzzing. Who is the hidden murderer? Why kill him? Why use such despicable means? Everything is like a headless fly.

Yin Zihan can't stay here any longer. She didn't expect Deng Quan to die. How could Deng Quan die? Who killed him.

Deng Quan has been dead for so long. Who uploaded the photos to the Internet. Thinking of this, Yin Zihan quickly drove away from the scene. Because Deng Quan's death may not be so simple. When Deng Quan dies, the people who will die next still don't know who it is. It's terrible to think about it.

Yin Zihan made up his mind and thought that what he was entangled with now was not who was the murderer, but to find out the real murderer who sent his photos to the Internet, and then smashed her to pieces.

Thinking, Yin Zihan clenched his fist tightly, recalled the tragic situation of the dead just now, and quickly left the scene.

If it's not Deng Quan, it can only be one person, and only she is the direct beneficiary of this matter.

Yin Zihan gently spits out three words, ye, you, ran.

One foot to the lowest accelerator, came to a more remote street, and stopped at the door of a bar.

It's 11 o'clock in the middle of the night now. Few people come here, but there are a lot of people near the bar. This makes Yin Zihan, who is desperate now, show a strange smile.

When Yin Zihan came to the bar, he didn't pay much attention to the situation on the first floor. Straight to the second floor, two 1.9 meters strong men blocked Yin Zihan's road, but she was not afraid at all. She raised her charming face and said harshly, "I'm looking for sister Jiang, get out of the way!"

Without waiting for the two bodyguards to speak, a proud woman on the second floor came out and said, "let her come here!"

Yin Zihan smiles and walks up in high heels.

The clang of high-heeled shoes is pounding Yin Zihan's heart step by step. His body is shaking uncontrollably. I don't know whether he is excited or nervous.

The woman inside is very skillful. As long as she is told what to do, she can't do it. But this woman is a ruthless character, so she won't come to her until she has to.

There are four men in the room. Sister Jiang is sitting on the sofa with cigarettes under her red fingernails. She is really charming. Even Yin Zihan, who is a woman, has to praise her.

But she doesn't have that much time now. After sitting down, she directly said the purpose of coming. She wanted ye Youran to die.

Jiang Jie didn't rush to promise, instead she took a puff of smoke and sat calmly on the leather sofa.

"Little girl, are you really going to do that? I've never been a murderer. "

Without any hesitation, Yin Zihan replied positively.

"I want her dead, the price is up to you!"

"Since you come here, you must know my name. Don't worry, go back and wait for my good news. I can bring people to you, but it's up to you what to do afterwards. "

Jiang Jie said with a grim smile.

Yin Zihan knows that she is on the way to death, but now she is too late, Yin's family is finished, her life is ruined, and she has no way back. Seeing ye Youran's poster on the wall, Yin Zihan smiles. The smile is very cold at night, as if pouring all his energy into it.

Back at Yin's house, the room was dark, there was no one at home, and there were several persistent reporters outside. Yin Zihan didn't even look forward to her family's phone calls. Instead, she didn't even look forward to turning on the news.

However, now Yin Zihan doesn't care about anything. He wants those who hurt himself to pay the price. Just wait for tomorrow, she can give ye Youran a good look.

Yin Zihan hasn't had a meal for several days. No one cares about her life or death. Her father doesn't know where to go. The company is in a mess, and Yin Zihan is not in the mood to take care of it.However, Yin Zihan didn't feel hungry at all. He was tired in bed, looking at the ceiling, but his eyes were full of spirit.

Laugh, but uncontrollable out of tears, tears flow to the mouth, very salty, really too salty.

Only Yin Zihan knew what she was doing for and what it meant.

But she has no way back. She doesn't know whether ye Youran is the culprit of this matter, and she doesn't want to know. In a word, ye Youran is doomed this time.