King Crazy Game

Shen Qingning deliberately avoided his knife, carefully estimating his chances of catching him, and quietly approached the man with the knife, saying in a calm voice: "What happened to them? I don't know anyone. Can you tell me, did they hurt your family?"

The knife-wielding man's face became even more ferocious when he heard the last sentence: "Not only did they hurt my family, they also did..."

Shen Qingning was stunned. Could there be something else? "What did you do?"

"They still do... do... underground..."

Just as the man with the knife said this, there was suddenly a gust of wind blowing by, and a car suddenly appeared without any warning and accurately accelerated, and hit the man with the knife without any deviation. Before Shen Qingning could see clearly, the body of the man with the knife had already brushed past him and flew out, and the words just now didn't even come out of his throat.

The shards of the windshield fell at Shen Qingning's feet like a violent storm. The perpetrator was very experienced and knew that if he delayed for a second, danger would come immediately. He stepped on the accelerator without wasting time. It was not rush hour at this time, and the road was empty. The crazy car just drove with the broken windshield and disappeared from the public's sight without a trace.

The head of the man holding the knife was deformed, his shoes had flown away somewhere, his hands and feet were covered in dust, and his flesh and blood looked like chopped fish.

"Fuck, it was almost there." Shen Qingning couldn't help but curse, and suddenly felt a tingling in his arm. He raised his arm and saw that it was the flying glass that cut his arm.

The crowd that had just been scared away by the knife-wielding man gathered together again, but did not dare to get close. They only dared to point and talk in a low voice from a distance of one meter.

The murderer of Liang Xihe died in broad daylight.

What exactly did he mean by that last sentence?

Do underground...

Doing underground transactions? What kind of transactions are they?

And the vehicle that hit people just now actually dared to kill people openly in broad daylight. It was so fearless.

Shen Qingning sighed deeply, turned his head to look at his bleeding arm, and a sly smile appeared in his beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Han Shuyi sat on a bench in the hospital, hunched over, his blood-stained hands tangled together, the veins on his neck ferociously exposed above his collar. Suddenly a towel fell from the sky, Han Shuyi looked up blankly, and saw Lin Zicheng approaching him, but he didn't look at him, just staring at the light in the operating room.

After a long silence, Lin Zicheng spoke first: "Wipe it off."

Han Shuyi clutched the towel, his shoulders trembling slightly: "I'm fine, Xihe..."

"You dragged her into the game. Didn't you expect this day to come?" Lin Zicheng interrupted her. "Although Xihe is young, she is not stupid. Born in such a family, she has already noticed something."

Han Shuyi took a deep breath, the towel fell to the ground, and his hands were clasped tightly together.

At this moment, several medical staff hurried past them with nervous expressions. The noise startled Han Shuyi. He stood up in shock and looked anxiously in the direction of the operating room, as if he could no longer sit quietly and wait.

The usually innocent and handsome face of the young man now looked more vicissitudes of life, with disheveled hair and hands clasped together involuntarily, as if praying for the gods to lower the curtains, muttering to himself to comfort himself: "It's okay, it's okay, it must be okay, she is still young, it's impossible for her to die like this."

"A long knife, going in and out, the probability of being fine is too low." Lin Zicheng interrupted him mercilessly, "Shu Yi, you still haven't woken up yet?"

Han Shuyi suddenly looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion, grief and anger, but in the end it all turned into endless regret.

"Do you still believe in Liang Xijin?" Lin Zicheng looked at him aggressively. "Of course, I'm not just talking about this incident, but everything that happened since the cruise. Do you believe in karma? Even if you have a glimmer of hope, you will get the punishment you deserve in the end."

Han Shu also trembled violently.

"Why don't you start with the threatening email you wrote and directed yourself?"

Several bodyguards nearby slowly approached Lin Zicheng and finally surrounded him. Lin Zicheng showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. If they really dared to step forward and attack, how could Liang Xihe be lying in the emergency room?

After a long while, Han Shuyi waved his hand at the bodyguards and said weakly, "Everyone, please leave. My friend and I have something to say."

Lin Zicheng sat next to Han Shuyi, leaning back in his chair, like a quiet listener.

"There is no so-called threatening email." Han Shuyi took a deep breath, "Xi Jin came to me and said that Liang Fuming told him that someone had approached him and that the Liang family is in danger now. Xi He must go out and hide."

Liang Xihe once said that Liang Fuming said someone was targeting him and asked Zhang Yueyang to recognize Liang Xihe as his master early. Liang Fuming would rather let Liang Xihe follow Zhang Yueyang than Liang Xijin. I'm afraid he had already realized that Liang Xijin was not simple at that time.

Now based on what Han Shuyi said, we can know that Zhang Yueyang and Liang Xijin have been hooking up for a long time, so they took the opportunity of someone keeping an eye on Liang Fuming to kill with a borrowed knife.

"How do you know that Liang Xijin didn't lie to you?"

As soon as Lin Zicheng finished speaking, Han Shuyi paused, lowered his head, and asked himself: "Why should I believe Xi Jin? Why should I believe him? Why?"

"An excellent performance not only needs to make the audience believe, but also needs to make oneself believe. I'm afraid Liang Xijin also believes that she likes this sister at ordinary times. Only when it's late at night and all the unfairness comes to mind, the hatred in her heart spreads wildly."

Lin Zicheng answered the question for him slowly.

Han Shuyi looked up at him with his eyes wide open. Lin Zicheng continued, "When Liang Xijin wanted to take Xihe on the cruise, Liang Fuming should have disagreed, but because you were there, and the auction was entirely under the responsibility of your Han family, Liang Fuming knew that he could not protect Xihe by himself. But he watched you and Xihe grow up, and he knew that you liked Xihe and that you would definitely protect her, so he handed Xihe over to you."

Han Shuyi recalled that at the Liang family, Liang Fuming's expression was indeed not so willing. When leaving, he also grabbed his hand and reminded him that Xihe was young and should be more careful.

It turns out that all the clues were already there, why wasn't it discovered at that time?

"I! I... became an accomplice in the murder of Xihe..." Han Shuyi's eyes turned red from his eyelids to his eyeballs, and tears fell down. "I obviously wanted to protect her, why did this happen? I... I want to go... find... Xijin!"

"What if we find him?" Lin Zicheng crossed his legs and sneered at him, "Will he tell you that he planned all this? Or will he sincerely apologize to you and put all the blame on Liang Fuming, saying that everything was because of Liang Fuming?"