Could something have happened to Song Ling?
Liu Zhiyuan is most concerned about Song Ling now!
As soon as this idea came to his mind, his eyes lit up and he prepared to call his secretary to ask him to check if anything had happened at Tianyue Company recently.
Before I could dial, an unfamiliar number came in.
It was none other than the stranger who had called Liu Su before.
The stranger still carefully changed his voice through a voice changer, and the processed voice was hoarse and penetrating.
The only difference is that he changed his words again.
"Song Ling is in trouble, don't you know? Song Ling is half dead now, and the woman you love is heartbroken because of him. Can you bear it?"
Duan Zichen's back stiffened, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you? What do you mean?"
The stranger sneered again.
"My meaning is obvious, isn't it? I'm helping you, don't you see? If Song Ling dies, do you think you still have a chance to win back the heart of the woman you love? Think about it?"
Duan Zichen's pupils suddenly contracted, and the car stalled mid-sale: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you consider what I say to you. Liu Zhiyuan fell in love with you, but left you because of a small misunderstanding. If Song Ling died, would she be moved if you treated her better?"
The stranger began to guide Duan Zichen.
Duan Zichen's face was tense, and he spoke in a suppressed voice, "Do you want me to kill someone? Do you want me to kill someone with someone else's knife? Who are you? I won't be fooled by you!"
The stranger on the other side sneered again: "I didn't expect you to be so defensive. I can teach you how to kill, or I can pretend something went wrong so as not to implicate you."
Duan Zichen has a higher IQ than Liu Su, so he is not so easy to fool.
He gritted his teeth.
"What happens after that? What happens after I kill Song Ling? You can use the phone recording at this moment, or find some other evidence to bring me to justice. In the end, only you achieve your goal, don't you?"
The man over there smiled sarcastically.
"Duan Zichen, you're too smart, but you're wrong. Don't you know that a processed phone recording can't be used as evidence?
Besides, I am only teaching you the method. As for whether you have committed murder, I have no idea. The method I taught you will not leave any evidence at all.
Why don't you listen to my method first?"
An evil thought flashed through Duan Zichen's mind, and he wavered.
The stranger explained his method and then asked proudly, "How is it? Do you think this is safe?"
Duan Zichen was silent for about a minute, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you helping me?"
"Because I'm Lei Feng! I just happened to see Song Ling was upset, so I'm here to help you!"
Duan Zichen fell silent again...
"I must remind you that this is the only chance. You have to hurry, otherwise you will regret it when Song Ling wakes up!" The voice processed by the voice changer was cold and gloomy.
After saying that, he hung up the phone first.
Duan Zichen listened to the beeping sound on the phone. He couldn't help but hold the phone in silence for a long time...
the next day.
Duan Zichen really came to the hospital, changed into the doctor's uniform of Suning Hospital prepared in advance, wore a mask, glasses and a surgical cap, took the elevator to Song Ling's ward, and his eyes under the glasses were full of viciousness.
He really wants to do this!
Just because he still loves Liu Zhiyuan!
He also carefully considered the plan provided by the stranger and found that there were no loopholes in it.
He wouldn't leave any evidence behind, so he took action.
Although the bodyguards were guarding Song Ling all the time, they did not pay much attention to the doctor in a white coat entering the ward.
Moreover, this is the intensive care unit, and every doctor and nurse who comes in is fully wrapped.
So, Duan Zichen successfully sneaked in with this outfit.
He was a little nervous at first, but after getting in so easily, he calmed down a bit.
Walking into the intensive care unit, he saw the man wrapped like a mummy lying on the bed.
There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
The man who was full of arrogance and pride was lying there lifeless at this moment, and no one could compete with him for Liu Zhiyuan anymore.
I can no longer look down on him with the arrogant look I once had.
Seeing him like this was truly enjoyable. This man had once made him jealous and nearly mad, but now he was finally feeling better.
The lying mummy was obviously very weak, and a slight movement of the finger could stop his breathing.
Thinking of this, he excitedly took out the small plastic bottle from the pocket of his white coat.
The bottle was filled with viruses. As long as he moved his fingers, Song Ling would be seriously infected and die.
If he died of an infection, an autopsy wouldn't reveal anything abnormal.
Because his body is susceptible to bacterial infection.
Thinking that Song Ling was dead and his beloved Liu Zhiyuan would return to him, his eyes became even gloomier.
His fingers moved, ready to open the plastic bottle.
The ring of the plastic sealing strip on the plastic bottle had been torn open by Duan Zichen. If he used his fingers to lift the lid again, Song Ling would die.
At this critical moment, the murderous intent in his heart almost went crazy.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me, and then the door of the intensive care unit was opened.
Duan Zichen's heart was tense and his eyes were in panic. He quickly retracted his hand and put the bottle back into the pocket of his sterile suit.
Then pretend to pick up the prepared record sheet and record the data.
It’s Liu Zhiyuan, not anyone else.
She came to accompany Song Ling at nine o'clock every day, even though it was late winter.
She has always been afraid of the cold. When she goes out in winter, her face turns pale and her hands turn red due to the cold.
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