Chapter 68: If you don’t tell me, I will treat you as constipated
It was already late at night when Jiang Wanxing returned to his villa in the suburbs.
She pushed the cart in with a gloomy face.
Today's assassination, in addition to targeting her, also implicated many innocent people.
In fact, Jiang Wanxing is not a very kind person, and she would not blame herself for what happened today.
After all, she didn't fire the shot, so the perpetrator should be blamed, not her, the victim.
Grandma Li, who has been guarding the villa, is deaf and mute, and Jiang Wanxing has no one to communicate with.
She went straight into the bedroom and took out a bullet shell from her pocket with an unhappy look on her face.
She got this from the sniper.
Generally speaking, in order to conceal their identity and whereabouts, snipers will collect the bullet casings and take them away after shooting.
Killers who are financially better off, or have plenty of money, will even blow up their guns after the mission is completed.
After all, running away with a gun is not safe at all and it is easy to be spotted.
Of course, a good sniper rifle may be worth millions of dollars, and not everyone is willing to throw it away after using it once.
Jiang Wanxing sat in front of the dressing table, playing with the bullet shell in her hand while making a phone call.
The call was connected quickly.
"Chief Instructor."
"Yeah." Jiang Wanxing responded, "Have you found any results on the matter I asked you to investigate before?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other side paused noticeably.
"Sorry, it's been so long..."
Previously, Jiang Wanxing ordered his men to investigate the cause of Yan Shu's death.
But it has been so long since the incident happened, and Yan Shu herself suffers from severe depression. The slightest disturbance could push her to her death.
Jiang Wanxing was too young at that time, and even if he experienced everything personally, he would still find it difficult to distinguish many details.
She only remembered that her mother was crying and talking to herself in the room that afternoon, her voice sometimes sharp and sometimes depressed.
This situation was very common during the last period of Yan Shu's life.
Usually at times like this, Jiang Wanxing would run over and hug her.
But that day, she was called "little foreigner" by other children in kindergarten. Because of her different appearance, those children pulled her hair and made faces at her.
She was young and got upset outside, but when she returned home she didn't get any comfort from her mother.
So she lay on the bed in a huff, covering her head with the quilt, and ignored the noise coming from the next room.
At night, my mother went to the bathroom to vomit several times. She was so scared that she wanted to call the family doctor, but was stopped.
Her mother asked her to go back to her room and sleep, but she was gone before morning.
Later, I took care of my mother's funeral after her death...
The reason why she hadn't investigated this matter over the years was because after Yan Shu died that year, she actually had a feeling of relief similar to "she is finally dead".
Even though a child's love and dependence on his parents are innate, they cannot withstand the test of time.
A mother who was physically weak, suffered from mental illness, was extremely emotionally unstable, and never had any positive emotions made the young Jiang Wanxing feel tortured.
As a daughter, she has such despicable thoughts. What right does she have to pursue this matter?
But she doesn't think so now.
She wanted to find a sufficient reason for herself to kill those people!
Jiang Wanxing lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face.
"We'll continue investigating this matter, including Jiang Xiangyuan and Su Man. As long as we find out that Yan Shu's death is related to them, I will make them pay with their lives."
"Yes, Chief Instructor!"
Jiang Wanxing continued, "I came to you this time because I wanted you to help me investigate another matter.
I was attacked by a sniper on the road today. Someone wanted to kill me. I will find a way to send the bullet shell back. Please check the origin of the gun and bullet.
If this matter is not cleared up, you should leave the base and go to a factory in the war zone to screw screws."
"……yes."
After saying this, Jiang Wanxing went to take a shower.
Call her conceited or something else.
She didn't take what happened today to heart.
Or rather, this little incident today was not enough to make her alert.
At least, according to her intuition, the person behind the scenes did not have the ability to kill her directly.
After I came out of the shower, the doorbell of the villa gate rang.
Jiang Wanxing got up and went to the monitoring room next door, yawning while watching the surveillance camera at the gate.
This set of monitoring equipment was installed by her personally a few years ago, and it basically monitors the villa in all directions without any blind spots.
Yan Shu was once a top actress in China. In addition to her shares in Jiang Corporation and many properties, she also left behind a lot of valuable clothes, jewelry, furniture, and antiques...
Su Man had some inappropriate thoughts about this, but after being slapped to the ground by Jiang Wanxing a few years ago, she no longer dared to covet the things here.
Through the surveillance camera at the door, Jiang Wanxing saw that the person who came was Rong Shuyan.
At the front door.
Rong Shuyan pressed the doorbell twice and then stood there quietly.
He was wearing light grey home clothes and looked like he came from next door.
After all, he had told Jiang Wanxing before that his residence in Ningcheng was right next door.
Soon, the electronic screen above the doorbell lit up, and Jiang Wanxing's smiling face appeared on the screen.
"It's Brother Rong~"
Jiang Wanxing asked with a smile: "It's so late, what can I do for you?"
Rong Shuyan thought for a moment and said, "Come to see you."
"Okay." Jiang Wanxing responded.
The next second, the several-meter-high wrought iron gate slowly opened automatically.
Jiang Wanxing said, "I'm in the innermost bedroom on the third floor. Don't go the wrong way when you come up."
"good."
Rong Shuyan went up to the third floor and knocked on the door of the bedroom that Jiang Wanxing mentioned.
Jiang Wanxing opened the door, but didn't let him in immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and looked him up and down.
"Hey? What brings you here?"
Rong Shuyan pointed in the direction of the window and said to her, "I saw it upstairs when you came back just now."
Jiang Wanxing then waved and motioned him to come in.
Rong Shuyan seemed to be observing the expression on her face, and after a moment he asked, "Did something happen?"
In fact, when Jiang Wanxing came back just now, he had already fallen asleep.
But when a heavy motorcycle is moving, it is inevitable that there will be some noise. He has always been slow to respond, so he got up and took a look at the window after hearing the sound. He just saw Jiang Wanxing riding back on the motorcycle.
"No big deal..."
Jiang Wanxing said slowly: "On the way, I was almost shot in the head by a sniper."
Rong Shuyan: “?”
"Isn't it magical?" Jiang Wanxing raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I think it's magical too. I spent half the night taking statements at the police station and just got home now."
Rong Shuyan asked, "Did your enemy do it?"
Jiang Wanxing thought about it.
"Probably not. I'm a businessman and I don't have such a two-armed enemy."
As she spoke, she sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the seat next to her.
"What are you standing there for? Sit down."
Rong Shuyan sat down, not knowing what he was thinking.
Jiang Wanxing has always been perceptive and could tell at a glance that he seemed to want to say something, so he just fell down on the spot and rested his head on his thighs.
"Just say what you want to say. If you don't, I'll treat you as constipated."
"Seven-pointed star."
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Rong Shuyan said, "It's the organization I asked you to investigate before. It's still there."
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