It was a critical moment. Before Jiang Rong could even fully hear what Song Yanzhen said, he had already quickly rolled back and hid behind the tombstone. The bullet that followed pierced the tree trunk. Song Yanzhen was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and crawled over: "Jiang Rong? How are you?!"
He wanted to check on Jiang Rong, but Jiang Rong pushed him away and quickly took out a folding knife from her pocket - the butterfly knife she was familiar with was confiscated by Shang Shaoheng. She bought this knife at the convenience store before going out, and its proper use should be to peel apples.
Jiang Rong, with a cold expression, didn't hesitate at all. He took a few running steps and directly jumped over the cemetery's not-so-high iron fence. Song Yan was stunned for a moment: "Jiang Rong?! Where are you going?!"
Jiang Rong didn't answer. Song Yan was really worried that something might happen to her, so he gritted his teeth and followed her. When he climbed over the fence, he saw Jiang Rong kicking open the door of a temporary warehouse next to the cemetery.
This warehouse had been abandoned for a long time. It was filled with dust and tangled cobwebs. As soon as Song Yanzhen entered, he choked and coughed. He pulled his long sleeves to cover his mouth and nose and asked muffledly, "Did you see anyone?"
Jiang Rong took a look at the warehouse structure and said, "This is the only place nearby that can be used as a sniper point. There are people upstairs, so don't come up."
Song Yanzhen quickly said, "I'm with you and can protect you! You don't have to worry about my safety."
Hearing this, Jiang Rong glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid you'll hold me back."
Song Yanzhen: “…”
Jiang Rong didn't care whether these words hurt Song Yanzhen's self-esteem. She went up the concrete stairs lightly, silently and swiftly, like some kind of cat chasing prey, and the folding knife in her hand was her fang.
The warehouse has three floors. There used to be a dyeing factory nearby, and this warehouse was temporarily built to store cloth. The third floor is a very large drying platform with racks made of welded steel pipes for drying cloth. Because it has been abandoned for too long, weeds have grown on the roof and rust has grown on the steel pipes.
When Jiang Rong went upstairs, she had already gone over today's weather, wind direction, air pressure and other factors in her mind. A qualified sniper would definitely choose the best sniping point, so after reaching the third floor, she went straight to the point she had calculated.
The wind on the rooftop was very strong, making the hollow steel pipes emit a creepy whistling sound. Some of the pipes were covered with discarded cloth, which was already very dirty. When the wind blew, the shadows looked hazy, like the scene of a horror movie.
Song Yanzhen felt his scalp tingling as he followed Jiang Rong, fearing that a female ghost would suddenly appear behind him and ask him to give his life back. However, Jiang Rong had a cold expression and moved quickly towards the north side of the rooftop.
Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted the waste cloth, revealing a vague human figure ten meters away. Song Yanzhen immediately grabbed Jiang Rong's sleeve and said in a low voice: "...He's still here!"
Jiang Rong felt that something was wrong with the figure and frowned.
Shouldn't this person have fled immediately after failing to succeed? Why did he stay here? Was he confident enough in his own abilities that he wasn't afraid of her coming?
But judging from the previous shot, this guy's skills are really average.
If it was a sniper fight, this guy would have been shot in the head by Jiang Rong before his finger even touched the trigger.
"I'll go first." Song Yanzhen blocked Jiang Rong behind him, "You follow me."
Jiang Rong: “…”
022 was moved and said: [He is quite nice. Even though you are much more capable than him, he still wants to protect you.]
The folding knife turned around in Jiang Rong's hand. She didn't reply to 022, nor did she move forward. She just watched Song Yanzhen slowly walk over. The boy gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and lifted up the waste cloth that was blown by the wind.
At this moment, Jiang Rong immediately covered his ears, but he still couldn't avoid hearing Song Yan's scream: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
022: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!]
Jiang Rong: […What’s your name?]
022: [Didn’t you see! That sniper…]
Jiang Rong's eyes were calm, reflecting the tragic scene not far away.
A young man in black was hanging on a steel pipe with a rope around his neck. His feet were about five or six centimeters off the ground. Blood kept dripping down, forming a large pool of blood under his feet.
Although he was hung on a steel pipe, the killer was obviously not strangled to death, but died from a bullet.
There were at least twenty bullets stuck in his body, almost making him look like a sieve, and his facial expression was extremely hideous.
Jiang Rong hummed, "I see."
022 circles around her: [Don’t you think it’s scary?]
[Not bad.] Jiang Rong took two steps forward and pressed Song Yanzhen's shoulder. "Don't call me Young Master anymore. I'm going deaf."
Song Yanzhen clutched Jiang Rong's arm tightly, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, his eyes tightly closed and red. "Is he he he dead?!"
Jiang Rong looked at the unattractive corpse and said, "Preliminary estimate is that he was shot 23 times. If a person can survive after being shot 23 times, he is quite impressive."
Song Yanzhen: “…”
Why do you say it so lightly?
Jiang Rong patted his head and said, "Stand up."
Song Yanzhen whimpered, "Let's go back, Jiang Rong. Call the police and let them handle this. This is horrible!"
Jiang Rong's face turned cold: "I told you to get up."
"..." Song Yanzhen wiped her tears, stood up tremblingly, and choked with sobs: "I haven't seen the body yet... I'm sorry..."
Jiang Rong said lovingly, "It's okay. I'll get better as we meet more often."
Song Yanzhen: "Woo woo woo woo."
Jiang Rong went forward to check the body. She didn't recognize the man and guessed that he was a hired professional killer.
To be honest, Jiang Rong couldn't imagine who wanted to kill her. It wasn't because she was a good person and had a good relationship with others, but simply because she had done too many evil things and had too many enemies, and there were too many people who wanted to kill her.
There was nothing noteworthy about this person. Jiang Rong sighed softly, and suddenly Song Yanzhen asked, "What is that?"
He asked doubtfully, "A bouquet...of flowers?"
Jiang Rong was startled and turned around, only to see a bunch of roses wrapped in snow pear paper lying quietly beside the peeling wall. The numerous blue and purple flowers looked very beautiful when crowded together, but when placed together with the large bloodstains on the wall, it looked extremely weird.
It seems that the killer was beaten into a sieve against the wall and then hung up on a steel pipe.
"I know this flower." Song Yanzhen sobbed a little. "I think it's called Blue Rain. My mom has it in her garden. It's a climbing rose."
Jiang Rong's fingers trembled as he remembered the text message he had received before.
She closed her eyes and said, "Let's go."
"...Ah?" Song Yanzhen said, "That flower is very strange. Don't you want to take a look?"
"I'm not looking." Jiang Rong's face was expressionless as he turned and walked downstairs. Song Yan was really scared of the corpse and hurriedly followed him: "Jiang Rong, do you know who wants to kill you?!"
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