Chapter 483 The Storm is Rising
"Fuck!" Xixi couldn't help but curse as he watched the taillights of the Rolls-Royce gradually moving away.
He Ma narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance for a while, then turned and walked back.
"I didn't catch up." He opened the car door and got in, then looked up at Ruan Qi and said, "But I wrote down the license plate number of that car."
Ruan Qi didn't say anything.
She stared fixedly at the place where the Rolls-Royce had stopped before, her eyes blank and her heart in turmoil.
As far as Ruan Qi could remember, she had never seen Jiang Chunian before.
However, today, just a side profile allowed her to recognize the man at a glance.
That was the source of all her nightmares.
Ruan Qi originally thought that everything in the nightmare was terrifying enough. But it was not until she saw Jiang Chunian with her own eyes that she knew what fear was.
When facing Jiang Chunian, her body would tremble uncontrollably and she couldn't even make a sound.
The name Jiang Chunian and his face were like demons that haunted her, dragging her into the abyss from which she could not escape.
Ruan Qi closed her eyes, and the aftereffects of excessive mental stress began to gradually appear.
Her head began to ache violently, her temples were throbbing and pulling at her nerves.
"Sister Lan, I have a headache." The little girl's face was pale and she spoke with a tearful voice.
A trace of heartache flashed across Mo Lan's eyes.
She hugged the little girl and let her lie on her lap, then stretched out her hands and pressed gently on her temples.
Shen Wenqian looked at the little girl's pale face and asked reluctantly, "Xiao Qi, who was that person just now? Do we need to call the police?"
Ruan Qi closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Don't call the police. It's useless."
Jiang Chunian was able to hide abroad for ten years without being caught. He must have had some means.
For someone like him who uses unconventional means, even if you call the police, they probably won't be able to find any evidence.
"Uncle He Ma, you remember the license plate number of that Rolls-Royce, right?" Ruan Qi suddenly asked.
He Ma nodded slightly: "Yes. Do you want to check it out?"
"Let's check." Ruan Qi opened her eyes and stared at the roof thoughtfully. "The area around the award ceremony venue is off-limits. That Rolls-Royce must belong to some artist. But..."
But how could Jiang Chunian be related to an artist?
What does he want to do?
The fear caused by meeting Jiang Chunian gradually dissipated, and Ruan Qi's mind became clear again.
She sorted out everything she had found out in the past few days, and suddenly thought of someone -
Qiu Peng.
Jiang Chunian’s assistant ten years ago is now Qiu Weiren.
When Ruan Qi went to Shanghai to block Qiu Weiren, he happened to see Qiu Weiren being assassinated by a killer. At that time, the killer said that the client who hired him to assassinate Qiu Weiren was code-named J.
Qiu Weiren had spent ten years in prison, long since disconnected from society and without any enemies. The only person who wanted him dead was Jiang Chunian.
Because Qiu Weiren had evidence of Jiang Chunian's crimes, Jiang Chunian wanted the evidence and also wanted Qiu Weiren to die.
J is most likely Jiang Chunian.
Later, Ruan Qi followed the killer website and hacked into J's computer system, and found that J seemed to be very concerned about this year's Global Arms Exhibition.
The Global Arms Exhibition is held in L City, Y Country.
Jiang Chunian also appeared in L City, Y Country.
Assuming that J is really Jiang Chunian, then the purpose of his appearance in L City... is it to go to the arms exhibition?
However, an invitation is required to attend the arms exhibition. Jiang Chunian is a wanted criminal, and he cannot get an invitation on his own.
unless……
Ruan Qi suddenly thought of the Rolls-Royce that Jiang Chunian was riding in. It should belong to a celebrity.
so……
"Uncle He Ma, check all the invited guests for the Arms Exhibition to see if any of the artists are among them."
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