After they left, Liu Zhi looked at Wang Qiang who was lying on the ground and said, "Sister Hong, what should I do?"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows with his fingers: "Anyway, please find a place to bury it."

"Yes." Several strong men came in wearing gloves and dragged Wang Qiang out, while the remaining few came in with buckets of water to scrub the blood on the floor.

Liu Zhi threw the blood-stained carpet into the fire and set it on fire.

Lin Fan sat in the car, tapping his knees with his fingers unconsciously, thinking about what to do next.

Wang Qiang is dead, this news must be sent back as soon as possible. Now her position in Huange Nightclub is no one can shake, and she is closer to the core leadership of this mysterious organization.

The next step is to find the source of goods. Behind the scenes of such a huge number of new drugs, there must be a huge production factory hidden. If this factory is not found, it will be useless to check how many batches of goods are.

"Sister Hong, everything is done." Liu Zhi knocked on the car door and ran over to report.

Lin Nian came back to his senses, saw sweat on his forehead, smiled slightly, and handed him his handkerchief.

"Here, wipe it."

Working with Wang Qiang, there is no such kind of treatment.

Liu Zhi hesitated, seeing that it was not good for her to stretch her hands all the time, her wrists were fair and slender.

He felt hot in his heart, held the corner of the veil, took it over, wiped out his sweat, smelled a nice scent on the veil, and his face was reddened.

"Sister Xie Hong."

Lin Wei closed his eyes again and closed his eyes to rest up his mind. Liu Zhi got into the co-pilot, told the driver to drive, then turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Sister Hong, that batch of goods..."

Lin Fan didn't open his eyes: "Give it back to the tiger."

Little intolerance leads to chaos, and it seems that this top master is more difficult to deal with than she thought.

Liu Zhiyi was startled: "Yes."

When she returned to the Huange Nightclub and locked the door, Lin Fan sat down leaning on the door and slid her forehead. What she had experienced this evening made her feel extremely tired.

Whether it is dealing with a cruel drug dealer, or confronting life and death with Wang Qiangxu and Wei Snake, or facing life and death, it is more exhausting than meeting Song Yuhang again.

When she said she was "Pei Jinhong", the shock and pain in Song Yuhang's eyes could not escape her eyes.

My beloved is by her side, but she can't recognize and embrace each other, and she feels the pain in her heart.

Lin Nang clenched his teeth and warned him not to cry or cry, but his eyes were still hot, he bit his arm with his teeth and whimpered from deep in his throat.

After a long time, the wailing, as thin as a cub, ceased.

Lin Fan got up, poured a glass of red wine from the cupboard, pressed the secret compartment next to the bedside table, and popped out a wooden box.

She took out a few white pills and threw them into the wine. Bubbles emerged from the rim of the cup, which quickly disappeared.

Lin Fan picked it up and shook it twice, raised his head and drank it. When he was about to get up to take a bath, he felt that something was wrong.

She got up from the bed, the bed was the same as before she left, the pillows were well placed, and there were no wrinkles at the four corners of the quilt.

Lin Fan turned on the lamp, lifted the quilt, and fumbled it inch by inch. Finally, his fingers caught a soft touch. Under the lamp, it was a short black hair.

She has been here.

Lin Fei's heart surged for a while, his eyes reddened again, holding the hair still, his lips trembled.

How she wanted to rush out to find her, tell her that she was alive, hug her and kiss her, and draw a touch of warmth from her. This place is so cold that I have to worry about it all the time and live like walking on thin ice.

She didn't have a good night's sleep, and she would wake up in a cold sweat in the midsummer night and be frozen by herself.

The doctor said that this was a normal stress response after major surgery, but only she knew that she was suffering from a lovesickness called "Song Yuhang".

After returning the mechanical baton to her, there was nothing about her by her side, and it could not even be used to cherish memory.

Lin Nian struggled again and again, but chose to take out the lighter and burn the hair off.

The raging tongue of fire also swallowed her fingers, and Lin Fan was so painful in this Nirvana-like process, two lines of clear tears finally rolled out of the corner of his eyes.

It rained all night, and she stayed up all night. The next morning she notified people to help her move. Originally, Pei Jinhong lived closer to manage the clubhouse, but now that Wang Qiang died, everyone just treated her as if she was touching. It's reasonable to move because of the injury, but it doesn't arouse people's suspicion.

Lin Fan was thinking about it. Song Yuhang already knew about that place, he would inevitably come to her, and it might not be safe.

Secondly, there are many people in the nightclub, so it is better to live outside to deliver news. As for some movement in the nightclub, Liu Zhi will naturally help her stare.

The house she is now moving to is also a private property under Pei Jinhong's name. It is a duplex apartment in a high-end residential area in Jiangcheng City, with 24-hour security and surveillance cameras in the elevator corridors.

Lin Fan was very satisfied. Standing in the hallway watching his subordinates busy coming in and out, he thought: Does this human trafficker have good taste?

"Sister Hong, everything is packed." Liu Zhi wiped his sweat with his sleeves and walked out.

"Look at what else needs to be added, we'll get it again."

"Thanks." Lin Fan pulled out a few red tickets from his wallet, and handed them to him between two fingers.

"Brothers, please have a good meal."

The others also laughed, "Sister Hong is kind to us."

The upper and lower floors of the room add up to two hundred flat, a bit smaller than her former villa, but barely able to live.

Lin Fan looked around and picked up an upside-down photo frame on the table from the side of the TV cabinet. Inside it was an old black and white photo. The corner was torn apart, leaving only the little girl alone. , Looks like Pei Jinhong.

For some reason, she always felt that this photo was a bit familiar.

Lin Wei frowned.

Liu Zhi's words interrupted her thoughts.

"Sister Hong, everything is packed, then we will leave first."

He said that he was going to leave, but he stood motionless here. The others were gone, probably because he was dismissed.

Lin Yan sneered inwardly and put down the frame.

"Okay, go back and rest."

Liu Zhi didn't move, but instead took a step forward, his face was rather anxious: "Sister Hong, Brother Wang is dead, I..."

Lin Fei raised his eyes to look at him, his smile hidden sharp.

"Then I am still your sister-in-law."

"No, I think..." Looking at her face, she was wearing a suspender dress and her bare white shoulders. Liu Zhi swallowed, approached her, and dropped his hands on his shoulders.

"If you know what I mean, I will treat you better than Brother Wang."

Seeing his hand gently pull down his shoulder strap, Lin didn't change his face, still smiling at him.

But just when Liu Zhi wanted to move further, a knife hit the tip of his heart.

Lin Fei's bright red nails touched his chest and said softly.

"I asked you to call my sister-in-law to treat you as a younger brother. I didn't expect you to be as nasty as your brother and blind my old lady."

At the end of her words, she was getting colder and colder, and the tip of the knife went in for an inch, cold sweat oozing from her head, and her face pale.

"I think you may have forgotten that I am not only your sister-in-law, but also Hong Sister. I am a cruel "Golden Pheasant". Don't use my kindness to you as a reason to be invincible. Think of your brother Wang—"

Lin Yan smiled and buttoned his shirt for him.

"How did you die."

Liu Zhi is not an idiot. He was just dazzled by the blood. Lin Fan's warning point is so far, this person is still useful.

After she took the knife, Liu Zhi also took a step back, panting, looking at her incredulously.

Lin Fan pulled a piece of paper towel to him: "Don't be so surprised. Anyone will always change after they die once."

"You..." Liu Zhi gritted his teeth and wanted to say something.

Lin Fan interrupted his conversation: "By the way, you haven't been home for several years. There has been nothing wrong with you recently. I'll give you a vacation and go back to your hometown to see your parents."

Liu Zhi's pupils shrank: "You, how can you..."

You will know that he has parents. Since working with Wang Qiang, in order not to involve his family, he has been described as an orphan.

How did you know that it was naturally the news from the police.

Lin tired of smiling and not smiling, gave him a false help.

"I treat you as a younger brother, and your parents are naturally my uncles and aunts. If you can take care of them, please take care of them."

She stuffed another bank card into his hand.

"Follow Wang Qiang, that bit of meat is not enough to stuff your teeth. It's different now. Ten percent of the turnover is not a small amount. Work hard. Money and goods are indispensable for you."

Lin Fan's remarks threatened and tempted him to make him cold all over his body.

Liu Zhi pinched the card as if sitting on pins and needles.

"What do you want? Leave my parents alone."

"That's natural, your sister and I are not so unreasonable."

Lin Fan said, sat down on the sofa and stretched out his hand to touch the cigarette.

"As for what you want..."

She smiled and turned on the lighter.

"you guess."

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Song Yuhang squatted around the Huange Nightclub for a few days, but he couldn't see Pei Jinhong again.

She didn't want to make the act of being abrupt and sorry for Lin Nang at the night party over the wall, but she still had doubts in her heart. She sneaked in with the card that Zheng Chengrui copied to her a few times and failed to bump into her again.

Asking the clerk all expressed that they didn't know, and asking again would be the risk of exposure.

Song Yuhang had to give up. When he was thinking about going in again after get off work that day to see if he could find any clues, the phone rang.

She picked it up, her face suddenly cold, the wiper brushed the car glass, and Song Yuhang gently stepped on the accelerator.

"Okay, I see, I will be there soon."

Murder.

The organization drew her over to have a look.

The reporter held an umbrella, put on a raincoat, and shouted at the camera hoarse: "The incident occurred at an abandoned construction site in the suburbs. Due to heavy rains for several days, the surface of the land was washed loosely, which exposed the buried body below. The home is home. If there is any missing person who has not returned, or if there are other clues to solve the case, please contact the police in time."

Song Yuhang lifted the cordon and put on white gloves.

The investigators were already busy. She looked over and saw a forensic doctor in white protective clothing squatting next to the body.

Song Yuhang was stunned, so he was so fascinated, until the other party turned his face, he was a face-to-face person, probably a newcomer.

Xue Rui came over, with a wry smile on the corner of his lips, as he used to call it: "Team Song, here, please give me some tips."

Song Yuhang walked over: "How to call it, it's not appropriate."

He was startled, Song Yuhang had already squatted down and looked at the corpse.

"When did you find it?"

Duan Cheng was obviously a little excited when he saw her, carrying the camera on his shoulders to answer: "At four o'clock in the afternoon, the people at the police station are taking notes."

Witnesses were nearby residents who came to pick up steel bars on the construction site.

Song Yuhang got a glimpse of the case, then glanced at the corpse.

Terrible.

The whole body was burnt black, like a charcoal block, completely unrecognizable, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Faced with such a corpse, even experienced forensic doctors are helpless.

"Forget it, it's raining too much, take it back and dissect it."

Several people worked together to put people into the body bag.

The heavy rain almost washed away all traces and footprints.

After he carried the person away, Song Yuhang grabbed a handful of the soil in the mud pit, and got to the tip of his nose to smell it.

"The soil is very hard, and the heavy rain washes away only the loose soil covered on the surface. The soil in the pit has not been burned by fire. This is not the first crime scene."

Xue Rui was taken aback: "You mean, the deceased was killed in other places, and then the body was thrown to this point?"

"Yes, wait for the results of the autopsy." Song Yuhang patted the dirt on his hands and got up, sighing secretly. If it was Lin Wei, he would probably be able to tell her why now.

"Find the source of the corpse first, check the surveillance cameras, visit the nearby residents, find the source of the corpse, investigate the social relationship of the deceased, and further identify the suspects, and verify one by one."

Not long after she came to the scene, Song Yuhang had roughly sorted out the investigative ideas for them.

There was a flash of watch in her mind that had been burnt to black on the corpse's wrist just now.

Can burn but not melt, most of them are valuable brand names.

Song Yuhang thought for a while and brought up this point.

"The deceased had a watch on his right wrist. It didn't burn at all. Most of it was a luxury item. When purchasing this luxury item, the cabinet sister would usually leave customer information and go back and check it carefully."

Thanks to the time spent with Lin Wei, Song Yuhang still knows a little bit about the lives of the rich.

Maybe missing is such a magical thing, sometimes she can think of her suddenly when she is doing something that has nothing to do with her.

Probably this is unforgettable.

Song Yuhang smiled bitterly in his heart.

Xue Rui was awakened by her words, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "Fortunately, I asked the Song team for help today, otherwise this case really doesn't have a clue at all."

All of them were old team members. Several colleagues saw her back and came forward to say hello, and even said that they would invite her to dinner.

Song Yuhang waved his hand and refused, and took his gloves into his pocket.

"No, there is something else, go home first, you are busy, and you will find me if you need it."

Duan Cheng went after him: "Hey, Team Song..."

Fang Xin pulled it back: "Forget it, forget it, let's work."

Others are also whispering.

"Do you think Team Song has changed like a different person?"

"That's not it. I used to laugh. Look at how withdrawn you are now. I heard that I don't have any friends at the police station."

"Your girlfriend is dead, I think you can still laugh out?"

"Crow's mouth, don't curse me, okay?"

"To be honest, I used to suspect that Team Song and Forensic Doctor Lin were a pair. I saw them frolicking in the office several times. I didn't expect it to be true."

"Hey, I just missed the prospect of Team Song for nothing, so young, not much to do that."

…

Song Yuhang twitched his lips, put his umbrella in the car, and drove straight to the cemetery.

When she was not busy, she would come to see her every day as usual, but she didn't expect that he would be there too.

Lin Ge was holding a black umbrella and a bunch of fresh white chrysanthemums on the tombstone. He curled his lips slightly as he heard the footsteps approaching.

"You came."

Whispers like a sigh.

Song Yuhang looked at the white chrysanthemum next to the tombstone, then looked at him, and nodded, "So it's you."

Compared with the large bunch of precious flowers that Lin Ge brought, the handful of wild chrysanthemums that I picked by the roadside and a few white roses that were soaked in rainwater were a little shabby.

Lin Ge twitched his lips: "She is afraid of being alone."

Song Yuhang nodded, leaned down, wiped off the rain on the tombstone with his sleeves, and gently covered his umbrella on top of her head.

"So I come often."

Lin Ge tilted his head to look at her. The night fell down. He was smiling obviously, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

He was joking: "You should go down with her."

Song Yuhang nodded: "It will, but not now."

Lin Ge held the umbrella and turned around: "It's just that."

This rain, no, or the death of Lin Nai, made the gap between the two people clearer.

Lin Ge tore off the mask of hypocrisy, and she didn't have to pretend to be magnanimous.

Song Yuhang didn't look back, looking at her in the photo.

"She was alive, and the last thing she said was to promise to be my fiancée. She died, and she was also my deceased wife. After a hundred years, we will be in the same cave with the quilt."

"I'm alive now, not to make a living."

She clenched her fists tightly, and the rain dripped down her thin cheeks, every word, decisively.

"But for—"

Song Yuhang raised his head slightly: "Get revenge for her."

"It doesn't matter who that person is."

In the corner of his eye, Lin Ge's body was slightly stiff.

He turned around and smiled sarcastically.

"If you really have this ability, she won't die."

After the people left, Song Yuhang's clenched fists were released. She squatted down again, threw the bunch of flowers that Lin Ge had brought far away, cleaned the front of the tombstone, and put it in her hand. It is also her heavy love.

Song Yuhang touched the line on the tombstone, his eyes hot.

-The right to live, speak for the dead.

Sure enough, she still used this sentence as an epitaph.

"Do you know? There was a murder case in the city bureau that asked me to be a consultant. They didn't see anything at the forensic scene, so I thought of you.

Song Yuhang muttered to himself.

"You, used to always speak for the deceased, but I didn't like to express much. Whether it was sickness or folding a thousand paper cranes, I never told me. I can't help it, I just know."

Song Yuhang said, sniffed and leaned against the tombstone.

"I now hope that there will be a time machine to take me back in time and back to the days when I first met you. I promise not to confront you **** for tat, and promise not to block you at your door.

"I listen to you everything, can you...can come back?"

The rain was heavy, and Song Yuhang didn't know if he was crying or something, and his eyes soon became blurred.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting here. When half of her body was numb, she was gently shaken to wake up.

Cemetery manager: "Miss, miss, so heavy rain, don't sit here."

Song Yuhang looked up and saw that the sky was completely dark.

The other party held an umbrella for her and held a flashlight in his hand.

Song Yuhang got up, his whole body was soaked, and it was dripping into a drenched chicken.

She wiped the rain off her face.

"Thank you."

He said he was going to go out.

The administrator of the cemetery wondered: "Who are you buried here, come every day when it's windy and rainy?"

Song Yuhang turned his head and smiled slightly.

"My wife."

As soon as she got back in the car, before she had time to wipe her hair, the mobile phone thrown on the co-pilot rang, and when she picked it up, it was Xue Rui's message.

"The source of the corpse has been found. The deceased Wang Qiang, the general manager of Haoran Industrial Transportation Co., Ltd., has a history of drug abuse."

Below is a long list of social relations about Wang Qiang.

Song Yuhang flipped down one by one, his fingers suddenly stopped, and he was shocked and speechless when he looked at the familiar face.

Mistress-Pei Jinhong.

It's her again.

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth.