Fu Chuyan died the next night.
Shot in the neck.
The police concluded that it was suicide and did not investigate further.
He even turned a blind eye to the lipstick dropped by the woman next to him.
The case was closed hastily.
"It's almost over." Pan Shu lay in the bathtub, and the clear water gradually flooded her nostrils.
"Bang."
The man anxiously kicked open the bathroom door and picked up Panshu from the water, panting. His face was cold and his body was still cold. "Panshu, what are you doing, committing suicide?"
It was the first time he used such an unfamiliar name.
Banshu.
He sneered, "It's just that He Jiali is dead, what good is he anyway?"
The naked woman was held in the man's arms.
And he was wearing a suit and tie.
"Let me go, brother."
Shi Lin hugged her tighter, "It's almost over."
He added, "Soon."
He gently pulled the bath towel beside him and wrapped her beautiful and flawless body like a work of art. He turned on the hair dryer and gently blew her hair, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Who do you want to win?" he asked.
Ban Shu pursed her lips and said nothing.
The exquisite profile reveals a frightening coldness.
After drying her hair, Shi Lin hooked her chin with a casual attitude and said, "Or, between me and Pei Jing, who do you want to die?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Shi Lin frowned irritably. He sneered, "That's right, the person you most wanted to keep alive is already dead, so no matter who lives or dies, you are indifferent."
He held her with one hand and refused to let go.
He lazily lit a cigarette with his right hand and puffed out white smoke.
"Shi Lin."
"Um?"
"I don't like the smell of smoke."
Shi Lin paused, resisting the urge to put out the cigarette, "Tell me, who do you want to live?"
His attitude of getting to the bottom of things made Panshu a little annoyed.
"You, I want you to live."
Shi Lin's fingertips were burned by the cigarette butt. He silently extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. "What are you doing?"
He reacted from the moment he held her.
Fortunately, she didn't have no feelings for him at all, right?
His hand reached into her bathrobe, swirled around a few times, and finally landed tremblingly on her snow-white, round shoulder. He panted softly, "Have you done it with him? He Jiali."
Ban Shu was silent for a moment, "No."
"Want to do it with me?" he asked again.
"Host..." the system suddenly said, "No."
His voice was a little hoarse.
Still a little sad.
Pan Shu paused.
Panshu didn't really care, but Qiqi didn't want to, so she shook her head gently, "I don't want to do it."
Shi Lin didn't force her.
"Okay, tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere."
Pan Shu vaguely guessed something, and she remained silent.
Shi Lin curled his lips slightly, "Are you unhappy? This result is obviously what the young lady wanted."
In the evening, there was a heavy, cold snowfall.
Pei Jing sent her a message saying he wanted to see her.
Everyone’s strategy value is full, only Pei Jing is still one strategy value short.
Panshu originally planned to max out this point tomorrow, but Pei Jing happened to ask her out, so Panshu thought she could take advantage of tonight to max out her favorability to avoid any further complications.
She put on a long white down jacket and a pair of furry boots, then tiptoed downstairs.
The door slammed shut with a creak.
She didn't see Shi Lin walk out of the room, lean lazily against the corner, light a cigarette, and look down from the windowsill.
Pei Jing licked the blood scab on his lips nervously.
He didn't expect Panshu to agree to see him.
He was so surprised that he didn't know what to do.
She seemed to have just woken up and her eyes were sleepy.
With a bun on her head, she looks homely and cute.
He had imagined this scene countless times.
"What's wrong?" But her cold tone brought Pei Jing back to reality.
He spoke with difficulty, "Who do you want to be alive tomorrow?"
He longed to hear words like "Pei Jing" or "you" from her mouth.
"Shi Lin."
Pan Shu did not hesitate.
Shi Lin's fingertips trembled on the windowsill.
Pei Jing was also stunned.
It seemed as if he had not expected her to be so determined, without even a hint of hesitation.
Ban Shu smiled coldly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't still hold onto hope that I would be soft on my enemy who killed me, right?"
His face was pale, and he pursed his lips helplessly, "...I know."
"Anything else?"
Pei Jing shook his head.
Pan Shu suddenly approached him, reached out to brush off the snow on his shoulders, and whispered, "If there is a next life, I hope to meet a clean Pei Jing."
"OK?"
Under the dim moonlight.
Pei Jing lowered his eyes and met her gentle smiling eyes.
My heart skipped a beat.
He said hoarsely, "Okay."
Strategy value, 100.
Pan Shu showed a sincere smile of satisfaction.
No way.
The next day.
The ice and snow on the ground had not yet melted, and the transparent, cold icicles on the beams emitted a sharp white light, like the sharp teeth of a devil.
Dilapidated factory building.
Pan Shu was wearing a dark green cheongsam.
The forks are very low.
Gives people a gentle and intellectual feeling.
Her thick, fluffy hair was elegantly tied up with a bamboo-knotted, beaded jade hairpin.
Pei Jing seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
The ground was littered with cigarette butts.
He and Shi Lin looked at each other.
"Is the gun ready?"
"Well, do you need to check it out?"
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