Chapter 18 Your mother's death is problematic
After she finished taking the photo, she slowly put her phone away.
"Um...you might not like what I say."
"What does Miss Jiang want to say?" Rong Shuyan was a little surprised to see her hesitant.
Jiang Wanxing touched his chin and said with a smile, "I've seen this kind of tattoo that changes color with body temperature before... on some people with special professions.
But they don’t tattoo these kinds of lines, they tattoo clusters of flowers or something like that, and they usually don’t tattoo them on their hands, but on their torsos.”
In fact, the reason why Jiang Wanxing was so surprised just now was not because he had never seen this kind of tattoo before.
But she couldn't say it directly in front of Rong Shuyan's assistant.
This kind of tattoo that changes color due to changes in body temperature is somewhat ambiguous and erotic.
And it's not just her who knows it, many people know it, maybe Rong Shuyan himself knows it too.
That's why he always wears gloves on his hands.
After all, this celestial being looked like a person of noble birth, rich and powerful, so it was impossible for that to be the case.
Rong Shuyan was silent for a while.
After a long while, he slowly said, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Jiang."
"I'm just asking for you, it's no big deal."
Jiang Wanxing waved his hand casually. "As for whether I can find out the origin of this tattoo, I can't guarantee you."
"It's okay, just do your best."
"Okay then."
Jiang Wanxing grabbed the handcuffs on the table, casually twisted them around his fingertips, and his gaze fell on Rong Shuyan again.
"To be honest, I like you very much. When you want to fall in love, consider me?"
Rong Shuyan: “?”
"Just for fun." Jiang Wanxing shrugged. "It's not a big deal."
These words and this careless attitude, when applied to Jiang Wanxing, seem out of place no matter how you look at it.
Rong Shuyan looked at her calmly, "Thank you for your kindness."
This is considered a polite refusal.
But Jiang Wanxing didn't care.
She was originally attracted by Rong Shuyan's appearance, and it would be really prestigious to take him out, so she had such thoughts.
She has nothing to say if people look down on her.
After all, there is still a long time to go, and there are more than one fairy in the world.
"OK."
Jiang Wanxing got down from the table, the handcuffs still hooked on his fingertips.
As she moved, the handcuffs made a crisp sound of metal colliding.
She blinked at Rong Shuyan.
"If you change your mind, you can always come to me. I don't have any obvious advantages.
You've seen her appearance, it's not bad, and besides that, she has strong personal abilities and can help you realize your wish."
Rong Shuyan: “…Thank you.”
Jiang Wanxing walked out of the smoke-filled room leisurely, got on his motorcycle, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out a very delicate metal cigarette case from his pocket.
It was a box of menthol-flavored women's cigarettes with very thin cigarettes.
She put the cigarette to her lips and lit it, then held it between her fingers. With her other hand, she held her mobile phone, opened a chat room, and directly sent out the two photos she had just taken.
There is only one hand of Rong Shuyan in both photos, but the color of the tattoo is different.
[Anemone: Temperature-sensitive tattoo, seven-pointed star pattern, has anyone seen it?]
【Silver Fox: WTF! WTF! WTF! 】
[Silver Fox: Damn Sea Anemone! This hand!!!]
[Anemone: Delete the dirty things in your mind. I want to ask you about serious matters.]
【Silver Fox: How do you know you've poke my XP? 】
Jiang Wanxing sat on the motorcycle, took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled smoke rings, and then sent a voice message.
"Don't be crazy. Has anyone seen this pattern before? If not, I'll find another way."
[Silver Fox: This hand looks very interesting]
[Saker Falcon: This pattern is very similar to the logo of a killer organization that was destroyed more than ten years ago. Both are seven-pointed stars.]
Jiang Wanxing saw the message and glanced at a corner again.
Someone took another secret photo.
She squinted her eyes and glanced at the location of the voyeur, then decisively put on her Bluetooth headset and called Haidongqing.
The motorcycle sped along the road.
Jiang Wanxing said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Boss Xi, please tell me the origin of this tattoo in detail."
As soon as he finished speaking, a male voice with a slightly foreign accent came from the other end of the phone.
"I don't know much about it, but I've heard of it before. The name of this organization is the Seven-Pointed Star. They say it's a killer organization, but it's actually similar to a cult.
This organization not only trains its members to kill, but also advocates self-sacrifice."
Jiang Wanxing narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why did this organization disappear?"
"I don't know. It happened so long ago. There are countless chaotic organizations around the world. Who would remember such a low-level cult?"
After saying this, Hai Dongqing on the other end of the phone asked curiously, "Who are you asking this for?"
"No one."
"Has the relationship faded?"
Jiang Wanxing snorted coldly, "A big slob like you still wants to talk about feelings with me?"
"Big...big colander?"
"If I tell you, can you promise not to tell anyone else?"
Hai Dongqing: "...Then you'd better not tell me."
He just said this and quickly hung up the phone.
Jiang Wanxing: “…”
After Jiang Wanxing returned home, he saw Jiang Yuqin sitting on the sofa in the living room with a haggard face.
She didn't know why, but these people in the Jiang family always liked to make trouble for her. Only after being scolded could they feel satisfied and do what they wanted.
Perhaps this is the legendary masochistic physique?
Jiang Wanxing walked towards the stairs while muttering to himself.
one……
two……
three……
"Wanwan, I think we should sit down and talk."
This was completely unexpected, and Jiang Wanxing couldn't help but laugh.
However, Jiang Yuqin had no idea why Jiang Wanxing was smiling, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.
But thinking of her purpose, Jiang Yuqin regained her spirits.
"Wanwan, I know you're resentful, but we were both young back then, and I certainly didn't do well enough in some areas.
But there are many important things that I couldn’t accomplish at my age. Do you understand what I mean?”
The expression on Jiang Wanxing's face froze, and he also heard the hidden meaning in Jiang Yuqin's words.
"I do not understand."
Jiang Yuqin glanced at the surroundings and smiled again.
"There's something wrong with your mother's death."
"What did you say?!"
Jiang Wanxing's expression changed instantly, "Say it to me again!"
Jiang Yuqin felt that Jiang Wanxing's expression was a little scary at this moment, but she still managed to remain calm.
“Give me back my resources first.”
"Tell me the terms?"
Jiang Wanxing felt as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Jiang Yuqin, where do you get the capital to negotiate with me? Do you think this is difficult to guess?
If there's something fishy about my mother's death, it could be Su Man, Jiang Xiangyuan, or both of them. Is there any other possibility?"
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