Chapter 93 Missing
On the way to Taohuawu, Liang Chihui's car just drove into He Sang's community.
Two police cars were parked in the square between Building A and Building B. A cordon was set up around the area and many people were talking.
He got out of the car and crossed the yellow line. The young police officer stopped him and signaled him to step back.
"Which bureau are you from?"
"Chang'an District Bureau."
Liang Chihui handed over his ID card, and the other party was startled, "Second Young Master Liang?"
"I know your Director Gu. My friend lives on the 19th floor of Building A."
The young police officer was embarrassed, "It's martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave."
"She lives alone and the phone can't be reached." Liang Chihui found that He Sang's car was in the parking space. If she went to work at the theater, she would definitely drive. If she was at home, there was no reason for her not to answer the phone.
"She's a woman? What does it matter?"
He was silent for a moment, "Girlfriend."
When the young police officer heard that it was the family of the missing person, he immediately reported to the team leader. The team leader came over and said, "It's Mr. Liang, your girlfriend lives on the 19th floor?"
"yes."
"There's unrest in Building A," the team leader said gravely. "There's been a murder in Unit 1001 on the 10th floor. The victim was a 23-year-old car model. The killer is on the run and their whereabouts are unknown. And your girlfriend is missing? Then we'll send someone to escort you upstairs."
Liang Chihui kept calling He Sang in the elevator, but the signal was intermittent and she still didn't answer.
The young police officer was puzzled, "Aren't you in Hebei Province, and your girlfriend is not in the same place?"
This is strange. Even if this big boss doesn't attract women, he can't resist the initiative of women. His girlfriend is not around to keep an eye on him, so he runs away to another province. He is really open-minded.
"She works here."
"Who does he usually interact with? Why did he disappear?"
Liang Chihui was so focused on He Sang's safety that he didn't think twice before answering, "She works at the drama theater."
The young police officer was completely confused. Liang Yanzhang's original wife was from the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and Liang Chihui and Liang Jishen's girlfriends were also from the drama theater. The father and son had inherited the same hobby.
After reaching the 19th floor, the young police officer installed a temporary intercom in the corridor and returned the same way.
Liang Chihui pressed the doorbell, but no one answered.
It was the doormat that hurt his foot.
He lowered his head and found a barely perceptible bulge on the cushion. He lifted a corner and, as expected, it was the spare key.
This girl is clever, but also a bit naive.
Most of the residents of the city center apartment buildings are internet celebrities, models, and celebrities. Their interpersonal relationships are complex, and both men and women feel insecure. They hide their keys under the doormat...
Liang Chihui held it in his hand, aimed it at the keyhole, turned the door, and the woman's fragrance came to his face, light, fresh and pleasant.
He didn't look around, just staring at the ground. "Miss He?"
No response.
Liang Chihui felt uneasy. He raised his eyelids and saw a sky-blue background wall.
"Miss He, I'm sorry for being so presumptuous."
He picked up the shoe covers from the shoe cabinet, put on his leather shoes, and walked slowly into the living room. He looked around and saw underwear, pajamas, and a canvas bag hanging on the terrace. The air did not smell of blood, nor were there any signs of a struggle.
The windows were open and the rice cooker was set to make chicken soup. She had plans to go home.
Liang Chihui looked towards the bedroom on the second floor. The quilt in the middle of the bed was bunched up into a ball, like a human figure.
His heart suddenly tightened and he ran upstairs. There was a drop of blood on the steps, which had already dried.
"He Sang?"
A trace of panic flashed in Liang Chihui's eyes, a trace of panic he had never experienced before. In an instant, he imagined countless possibilities.
Ji Xilan eliminated her, Song He retaliated against her, and Master Chen kidnapped her.
Even Liang Yanzhang couldn't wait any longer and abducted her by force.
Liang Chihui calmed himself down, grasped the edge of the quilt, and lifted it up with his backhand.
Sweaters and undershirts were piled up into a small hill, with bras and panties wrapped in it, and a sweet fragrance lingered in the air.
He closed his eyes, leaned against the escalator, and lit a cigarette with a sense of relief.
I remember that He Sang also had this problem in Lishui Mansion. He didn't like to fold clothes and just threw them around. He continued to do so after moving to a new place.
Liang Chihui bit the cigarette butt and raised his head.
On the opposite wall hung a huge glass-framed photo. He Sang was wearing a tiger-head hat and smiling at the camera. He had a canine tooth, two dimples, and a pair of cute fox eyes curved into crescent shapes.
She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, youthful and bright, and as pure as a mountain spring.
At that time, He Jinping was still alive.
She was training in a specialty dance class and had a high probability of being admitted to the Beijing Dance Academy. She was the most talented in the class, and when the teacher from the Beijing Dance Academy came to select candidates, he took a liking to her at first sight. If it weren't for that accident, she might be the principal of the Song and Dance Theater now.
Liang Chihui loosened his collar, and an indescribable emotion engulfed him like a tide.
The glass of the photo frame reflected his outline, and it was just the right angle, with He Sang's face vaguely pressed against his.
......
He Sang saw Liang Chihui's call in Mrs. Qiu's car, but she didn't dare to answer it.
The ambiguous photos are already unexplainable, and private contact is like adding insult to injury.
Mrs. Qiu treated her well entirely because of Liang Jishen's instructions. If she had any affair with other men, Mrs. Qiu would not help her hide it.
He Sang naturally avoided it as well.
"Mrs. Qiu, can I not go?"
Mrs. Qiu shook her head. "The Liang family is very popular in Ji Province, and all the big Buddhas respect them. Mrs. Liang wants to see you, and you can't refuse. No one can refuse."
He Sang said nothing.
Even though Ji Xilan was friendly, she was still afraid.
Song He's fate served as a lesson for her.
When Ji Xilan is happy, she can tolerate it, but if she is unhappy one day, she will be in a state of distress.
Especially when Mrs. Qiu told her that Mrs. Chen was also there, she was even more reluctant to go.
Mrs. Chen is the biological mother of Mr. Chen who forced her to drink with him.
Liang Jishen learned about this from Director Gu and was unable to swallow his anger, so he found a reason and detained Mr. Chen for fifteen days.
Young Master Chen was used to being a tyrant in the local area, and he indulged in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. It was too easy to catch him, but Director Gu had never caught him before. He was caught suddenly, which obviously meant that someone had given the order.
The Chen family secretly investigated and found out that Liang Jishen was the culprit. They were very angry, but they couldn't do anything to him, so they took their anger out on the Liang Group.
Liang Yanzhang was also helpless. Liang Jishen's power was too great now. In order to pacify him, he had to find a roundabout way to save the country. Mrs. Qiu was a mutual friend of Ji Xilan and Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Qiu acted as a lobbyist, bringing them together and asking them to take a step back.
They were all shrewd people in the world of fame and fortune. As soon as they met, Ji Xilan gave her a gift and Mrs. Chen happily backed down.
When Mrs. Qiu brought He Sang into the box, it was bustling inside. In addition to Ji Xilan and Mrs. Chen, Director Gu's wife was also there. It was Director Gu who ordered the arrest. If they were to talk about reconciliation, it would definitely be a three-party reconciliation.
"Xiao He, that's Mrs. Chen." Mrs. Qiu introduced enthusiastically, "Xiao He isn't refusing to accompany Mr. Chen. Even if the gods had come down to earth, she wouldn't have stayed with him after the performance. To say she looks down on Mr. Chen is an exaggeration. In our city, Mr. Chen is the most outstanding young talent. Marrying into the Chen family is something a girl would wake up laughing in her dreams."
Mrs. Chen was sitting by the window, shaking her red wine glass and looking at He Sang.
The girl is young, knowledgeable, interesting, charming, and proud. She doesn't go to the wine table or sit on laps. There is no way to force her to have unspoken rules.
She stands out among a group of flamboyant and playful actresses by virtue of her noble character.
Mrs. Chen felt that she was not pretending to be innocent, but was just smart.
Be clear about who you want to hook, whether it is a formal partner who wants status and a long-term meal ticket, or a short-term bed partner who wants money and a temporary glory.
Men often don't cherish the fat meat that's right in front of them, and forget about it after they've had enough wine and food. Keeping men hanging, watching but not eating, makes women look noble, and the men who are actually eating this piece of meat also feel extremely eager to conquer them.
That's why she caught the big fish Liang Jishen.
"Actually, it's not He Sang's fault. It's my fault for doting on my son too much. Old Chen dotes on him too much, to the point of being lawless. It's a good thing for him to learn a lesson."
Ji Xilan clinked glasses with her again. "Originally, I was apologizing on behalf of Xiao He. Our Liang family wants to adopt her as our goddaughter. Mrs. Chen is so generous. I want to thank you very much."
He Sang was stunned.
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