Old Feng's emotions suddenly erupted like a volcano. He grabbed the girl's shoulders with such force that she almost lost her balance.
"You couldn't possibly be looking for 'The Joker'! You and I both know what 'The Joker' did, you wouldn't want to go looking for 'The Joker'! You're definitely here to find me, right!"
Old Feng's words were filled with urgency and longing, and his actions became increasingly out of control, as if he were using this method to confirm the answer in his heart.
At this moment, Qian Chuan, who was some distance away, noticed Lao Feng's unusual behavior and his expression changed drastically. He immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the two of them.
The bodyguards who were not far from the two also noticed something was wrong and quickly ran over.
Just as Chuanliu was about to say something to comfort Lao Feng, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the air.
Suddenly, the Sichuan flu was hit by a biting cold wind.
It seemed to carry the whispers of death, whistling past her ear and leaving a chilling aftertaste.
"Whoosh—"
Immediately afterwards, a sharp, explosive sound tore through the air, like the most piercing thunder in the sky, instantly shattering the surrounding tranquility. The air seemed to be squeezed tightly by this force, becoming heavy and oppressive.
A warm liquid, carrying a strong smell of rust, splashed onto Chuanliu's cheek without warning. The touch was like scalding tears, filled with the coldness and despair of death.
She instinctively closed her eyes, a suspicion she didn't want to believe taking over all her senses.
When she opened her eyes again, the sight before her made her involuntarily take a step back.
"...Old Feng!"
She murmured with difficulty.
A shocking bloody hole appeared on Lao Feng's forehead, and blood gushed out, quickly staining his face red, soaking his clothes, and turning the surrounding air with an ominous red hue.
Old Feng's eyes lost their sparkle, becoming empty and lost, unable to bear the weight of life any longer.
After losing his support, his body collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.
Chuanliu's hand trembled slightly as she touched the bloodstains on her cheek, the warm touch reminding her of what had just happened.
She looked at Old Feng and saw that his fingers were still trembling slightly before he died, as if he still had a faint wish to touch her and convey something.
But in the end, everything vanished with the passing of life.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the stench of blood slowly spreading in the air.
Chuanliu's pupils suddenly dilated. Shocked, she quickly and warily scanned her surroundings.
Her gaze lingered on the outline of the house not far from Lao Feng, and in the distance, a blurry figure flashed past on the edge of the rooftop.
"Go and catch that person!"
Chuanliu practically roared the orders to the bodyguard beside him.
Upon hearing this, the two bodyguards immediately rushed towards the building and began the pursuit.
As Chuanliu stared at Lao Feng's corpse, his heart pounded like a drumbeat, and a strong sense of crisis washed over him.
There are guns on Paradise Island!
There are guns on Paradise Island!
This thought kept lingering in the girl's mind.
This thing, which she had never seen in all four major cities, actually appeared today and shot Feng Mi dead!
She stood there, hearing Qian Chuan's footsteps approaching from afar.
"Old Feng!"
Qian Chuan's shouts were trembling uncontrollably. He staggered forward, his legs feeling as if they were carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and slowly squatted down, his gaze fixed on the lifeless body.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, a feeling of grief and helplessness welling up from the bottom of his heart.
"Old Feng... don't go! You can't just die like this! Didn't we agree that I would take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days?"
Although Qian Chuan's voice was low, it was filled with unspeakable pain and struggle. He tried hard to control his emotions and not let the crying burst out of his throat, but tears fell like broken pearls, silently telling his sorrow.
Chuanliu had never seen Qianchuan so out of control; this near-collapse seemed to expose the hidden pain deep within his heart.
The money string seemed to be in another world, completely ignoring everything around it, including the existence of the flowing water.
He knelt on the ground, his body trembling with grief, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he wanted to concentrate all the pain and resentment in his heart into them.
He kept muttering, his voice filled with despair and disbelief: "No, this can't be... There aren't any guns left on Bliss Island! How could you die? You must be joking with me, right?"
However, all that responded to him was a deathly silence, as if even the air itself was mourning this sudden tragedy.
He stared blankly into Lao Feng's wide, unfocused eyes, and grabbed Lao Feng's collar tightly with his hand.
His white shirt was stained with Lao Feng's blood, but he didn't care at all.
Then, he staggered to his feet and carefully carried Old Feng's heavy body on his back.
The man's body seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand tons as he spoke in a voice only he could hear: "Master, I'll take you home."
Chuanliu silently followed behind Qianchuan, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Although she understood Qianchuan's heavy heart, her rationality had quietly returned.
Her brain began to work at lightning speed, constantly analyzing the possible culprits.
She and Lao Feng walked together, and everything seemed calm and uneventful, without any unusual signs.
It wasn't until... Old Feng mentioned that he wasn't the "Joker" but a kid that the people hiding in the shadows made their move!
Who is watching her every move so closely?
Who would know she's looking for a little ghost?
Two names came to mind—Liu Xingxing and Zhou Zheng.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze piercing through the clamor before her, focusing on the towering, blocky building in the distance. The various speculations about this conspiracy in her mind gradually coalesced like a fog.
If the murderers are Zhou Zheng and Liu Xingxing.
Zhou Zheng's initial approach to her was perhaps a deliberate attempt to reveal information about "Little Devil" as bait, leading her into this meticulously designed trap. Their true purpose, however, was not to cooperate with Little Devil, but to use her as a pawn to lure him out and eliminate him.
Another possibility is that Zhou Zheng or Liu Xingxing might be the "Joker" she's looking for. They know Feng Mi knows her true identity, and in order to cover up this secret, they're willing to kill Feng Mi.
If the murderer is not Zhou Zheng and Liu Xingxing, then there are also two possibilities.
Either the murderer and the little devil have a grudge.
Either the killer is connected to the "Joker".
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