"Sister Jin, the police aren't as capable as us. How can they pry his mouth open? Besides, what Brother Ren did... sigh, it's not a big deal!" Huang Mao retorted to Shi Jin with a nonchalant attitude.
Shi Jin seemed to glare at him, then looked at Fu Ren, "Ren, it's never too late to retire from this life! We are all born with hardship, and only by accumulating good deeds can we change our fate. Listen to your sister, hand this person over to the police. Don't hurt anyone anymore, and don't make me worry!"
She has the heart of a Bodhisattva.
Fu Yanshen walked past me at that moment, his tall figure heading towards Shi Jin.
“Shi Jin, this person has already spoken up. Let him tell you who ordered him first, then you can persuade A Ren.” A few meters away, Fu Yanshen raised his voice, “A Ren is working for me. The wronged should be held accountable, and all his sins should be pinned on me.”
Shi Jin turned around and looked at him, her face full of struggle. "You...you all, you're all such a worry. Do you even acknowledge me as your sister anymore?"
After she finished speaking, she wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, I felt something moving in mid-air. I looked up and saw the murderer, who was hanging there, suddenly kicking his legs. His neck seemed to be stretching upwards with great force, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
"Put him down right now!" Fu Yanshen shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man twisted his neck and got the iron chain caught.
He was going to hang himself!
I was startled and abruptly looked away, unable to bear it any longer.
"Damn... Brother Fu, he's already dead!" A moment later, Huang Mao's shocked voice came.
I turned my head, and the person was already lying on the ground, motionless.
He was willing to speak up, so why would he suddenly commit suicide?
I was filled with doubt.
"You...you guys are doing this again...Good heavens!"
Shi Jin looked at the corpse on the ground, clutching her chest. She then looked at Fu Yanshen and Fu Ren, clasped her hands together, and looked up at the sky as if in prayer.
It was as if he was repenting for Fu Yanshen and Fu Ren.
"Aren, clean it up!" Fu Yanshen shouted to Fu Ren before turning around.
He ignored Shi Jing.
When she reached my side, she grabbed my wrist, led me, and walked towards the warehouse door.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the weather outside was muggy and hot, as if it was about to rain. In the distance, on the southern horizon, lightning was already flashing.
Fu Yanshen and I got into the car one after the other.
"How could he suddenly commit suicide..." After sitting down, I was still shocked by the scene of that person's sudden suicide and couldn't help but murmur to myself.
A crisp metallic "ding" drew my attention back.
Fu Yanshen, sitting in the back row, turned his head slightly and lit a cigarette.
I frowned, stood up, bent down and walked towards him. When I got to him, I forcefully snatched the cigarette from his mouth.
Fu Yanshen raised his eyes, his dark eyes seemingly surging with astonishment as he stared blankly at me.
I rolled my eyes at him, sat down by the window, slid down the window, and threw the cigarette out the window forcefully.
In the blink of an eye, I met a pair of burning eyes.
In the dim light, Fu Yanshen was staring at me. The flashing lights outside illuminated his deep eyes, which shimmered with tiny sparkles.
"What's it to you?" he asked slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
I was slightly taken aback, then snorted coldly, "I hate the smell of smoke."
The man's dark eyes suddenly dimmed, plunging the carriage into darkness.
I turned to look out the car window and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"bite!"
The sound of a lighter rang out again.
I turned my head and saw him lighting a cigarette again.
He's really asking for trouble.
Without thinking, I got up, took two steps, and snatched the cigarette from his mouth again, this time throwing away the cigarette case and lighter as well.
Just as I was about to reach my hand out the window, Fu Yanshen appeared in front of me and grabbed my wrist in time.
He snatched the lit cigarette from my hand.
"Fu Yanshen, just go ahead and beat me to death!" I glared at him and said coldly.
To my surprise, he tossed the cigarette out the car window, followed by the cigarette pack, and finally, he took the lighter from my hand.
I broke free from him and plopped down on my bottom.
"We can't throw this away," Fu Yanshen said gently as he sat down next to me.
I turned my head, glared at him with disdain, and glanced at the Dupont lighter.
With a "ding," the lighter lit up a blue flame, illuminating the man's handsome face.
"This was a gift from my wife for our first wedding anniversary."
His gaze was fixed on me, his deep eyes gleaming with a hint of fire, a smile playing on his lips, and his voice, husky and magnetic, spoke slowly.
Watching his Adam's apple bob, his drooling eyes, and the way he seemed lost in sweet memories, I clenched my hands tightly again and again.
"Which wife gave it to you? I seem to remember that the one I gave you before was a Bulgari." I said in a low voice, trying to dampen his enthusiasm.
His smile gradually froze, and the flame of the lighter slowly went out.
I smiled and looked out the car window with a happy expression.
That scoundrel! On our wedding anniversary, he was still working overtime. I prepared a whole meal and waited for him until I fell asleep, and then he finally came back.
When he saw the lighter I gave him, he looked disgusted and said that he had plenty of lighters.
Now you're putting on this affectionate, dog-like act again, it's useless.
Belated affection is worth less than grass.
He stopped moving, so I closed the car window and rested with my eyes closed.
Gradually, I seemed to smell a rusty smell, like the smell of blood.
This taste... it's all too familiar to me...
I suppressed the memories that were about to surface, suddenly opened my eyes, took a deep sniff, and confirmed that there was a bloody smell in the carriage.
"Fu Yanshen, are you injured?"
He turned to look at me.
Suddenly I remembered something, so I squatted down in front of him, rolled up the cuffs of his trousers, and inadvertently touched my hand, which was wet.
In the dim light, his calves were covered in bloodstains, and his wounds, which had just begun to scab over, were still bleeding. His black trousers were soaking wet.
"Your wound is bleeding again, don't you know that?" I looked up at him, frowned, and glared at him, saying irritably.
Fu Yanshen looked down at me, remaining silent.
He didn't seem to care about his leg injury at all.
This person is still the same as before, sick.
They don't care about their bodies at all, and even find pleasure in the pain.
I got up, walked to the front row, took out a first-aid kit and disposable disinfectant towels from the storage box, and grabbed a flashlight.
The flashlight beam illuminated his bloodied and mangled calf, a horrifying sight. I looked away. "Fu Yanshen, treat your wound first, and quickly tell the driver to go to the hospital."
I looked up at him, who seemed lost in thought, and said in a deep voice.
The man snapped out of his daze, glanced at me, took the white towel from my hand, bent down, and covered the wound on his calf.
After wiping away the bloodstains, he picked up a bottle of iodine and poured it roughly onto the wound. I frowned, and the carriage was filled with a pungent smell of medicine.
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