Chapter 231 Tomb
The hospital's automatic door closed behind him, and cold wind mixed with rain blew in his face.
Meng Anran stood on the steps and took a deep breath, trying to calm her violently beating heart.
She shook her head, forcing herself to stop recalling.
Under the dim lights of the parking lot, the silver-gray sports car parked there alone, like a metal tomb.
The moment she opened the car door, the hairs on the back of Meng Anran's neck suddenly stood up - there was someone behind her.
She turned abruptly. There were only a few flickering lights in the empty parking lot, but the feeling of being watched lingered.
"Who's there?" Her voice echoed in the empty space, but no one answered.
Meng Anran's eyes darkened and she got into the car as quickly as possible, but the moment she sat in the driver's seat, she smelled a faint scent of cedar.
It was exactly the same as the aromatherapy she usually used in her car, but it was more old-fashioned, as if it floated from the depths of her memory.
She locked the car door, opened the glove box, took out the folding knife for self-defense, put it where she could easily reach it, and then drove away from the hospital.
At one o'clock in the morning, the rain got heavier, and the wipers drew rapid arcs on the windshield, just like her chaotic heartbeat.
At the red light, Meng Anran took out her cell phone and found the information Zhang Tao had just sent her. It was an old photo.
The background of the photo is a dim basement. The boy is tied to a chair under dim light, with a neat row of needle holes on his arms.
The yellowed photo blurred the boy's face, but the row of pinholes made Meng Anran feel extremely familiar, and she quickly confirmed the boy's identity - Lu Yi.
During the craziest period of Lu Yi's life, he needed to rely on tranquilizers to suppress his noisy nerves, and his hands were full of needle marks like this.
But Meng Anran didn't expect that Lu Yi was actually locked up in the basement.
My phone suddenly vibrated. A text message came from an unfamiliar number: [Don't trust Lu Heng. He's been lying to you. —K]
Meng Anran paused.
K?
The first thing that came to her mind was "Ke".
But if Kenai wanted to contact her, he didn't need to use a strange number. So who would be on the other end of this text message?
Undeterred, she responded: "If I don't trust him, should I trust you? A sewer rat who dares not even reveal his name or appearance. 】
The green light came on, Meng Anran stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. The Bluetooth in the car was connected to her mobile phone, and she called Kenai.
But before the call was connected, he cut off the line.
The current situation is full of doubts. The Lu family is more complicated than she thought, and Kenai should not be involved.
At least, not now.
The silver-gray sports car turned into the Qin family villa. Meng Anran put the folding knife back into the glove box. Seeing Qin Mu appear at the door of the villa, she pushed the door open and got out of the car.
"Baby, you've worked hard." Qin Mu rubbed Meng Anran's hair lovingly, then hugged her in his arms, "You didn't get wet in the rain, did you?"
"No." Meng Anran smiled slightly, and all the chaotic thoughts were temporarily locked in a cabinet in her heart.
However, Qin Mu, perhaps with a master key, easily noticed that she was in a bad mood. He bent down to be at her eye level and asked, "What's wrong? Is Hot Wheels not doing well? Or is there something wrong with Konai?"
"Neither." Meng Anran walked in holding Qin Mu's hand. "Lu Yi was racing in the rain. His tires slipped and he rushed down the mountain. He's in the ICU."
Qin Mu's pupils trembled, "Have you visited him?"
"Well, Lu Heng said he can't die."
After changing his shoes at the entrance, Qin Mu was about to say something when he heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
Then, Qin Yan's joyful but hoarse voice said, "Sister-in-law! Why are there car sounds so late at night? Could it be that you sneaked out of the house to meet my brother secretly?"
Qin Mu glared at her unhappily, "Where did you learn that phrase? I've been dating your sister-in-law for five years, do we still need to date secretly?"
Qin Yan didn't listen to her brother's words at all. She skipped to Meng Anran and took her hand. "Sister-in-law, can you sleep with me tonight? I want to chat with you!"
"No!" Qin Mu refused again, saying coldly, "Your fever just subsided, and your cold hasn't healed yet. Do you want to infect An Ran?"
Qin Yan seemed to have just remembered this and suddenly took a big step back, moving further away from Meng Anran. "What a pity! My sister-in-law finally came home..."
Meng Anran smiled softly, treating Qin Yan as gently as if she were her own sister. "Rest well if you are sick. I will take you shopping when you recover."
Qin Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked much more energetic. "Sure enough, my sister-in-law is the best to me! I'll go upstairs and sleep, so I won't disturb your date!"
She smiled meaningfully, turned and ran upstairs.
Qin Mu pursed his lips speechlessly and murmured, "He's such a smart kid..."
The servant brought hot tea, and Qin Mu raised his hand slightly, "Send it to the room."
"Yes, sir." The servant responded respectfully and walked towards the stairs.
Qin Mu held Meng Anran's hand, and his warm palm felt her cool body temperature. "Your body is as cold as ice. Go upstairs and take a hot bath first."
"Okay." Meng Anran didn't refuse. The temperature outside had become extremely low due to the heavy rain, and she was indeed quite cold.
Taking a hot bath can also relax her tense nerves.
…
Meanwhile, in Kenai's apartment.
The light from the computer screen reflected on Kenai's tired face, and he enlarged the childhood photo of Ke Ling in the USB flash drive.
The blurred building outline in the background became clear after image processing, and it was their former home.
He opened another folder, which contained a scanned copy of Ke Ling's diary from the week before his death, which recorded all of Ke Ling's painful struggles.
After Ke Ling's death, he only read the diary once and never dared to open it again.
The wound covered by the gauze has not healed for a long time and is still bloody.
Now, it's time for him to tear off his disguise and face reality.
The phone on the table suddenly lit up with an encrypted message: [Want to know the real cause of your sister's death? Tomorrow morning at 10:00, abandoned printing factory in the old city. Don't tell Meng Anran, she can't be trusted. —Old friend]
Kenai stared at the message and felt a chill.
He didn't know who the "old friend" was. He had no other friends in this city except Meng Anran and Qin Mu.
So, he forwarded the screenshot of the text message to Meng Anran.
If Meng Anran is not trustworthy, then who else can he trust?
Is it the person who sent the text message and refused to reveal his name?
This is more like a trap.
Kenai took off his glasses and rubbed his brows tiredly.
It doesn't matter who is trustworthy, but one thing is clear - tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, in that abandoned printing factory, what awaits him is either the truth or the grave.
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