On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

The next day.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Old residential area.

Cleaner Aunt Wang started cleaning the streets without fail.

On the roadside.

After one night, there was a lot more trash.

Grandma Wang sighed repeatedly.

He started complaining again about how unfair fate had been to him, muttering that young people these days have no manners.

"Young people these days are really getting more and more outrageous."

"They don't sort their trash; they just throw everything in."

Open the trash can lid.

Grandma Wang picked up an iron hook and began rummaging through the trash can for cardboard and plastic bottles that she could sell.

Sudden.

The iron hook looked like it was holding something heavy.

"Oh, did you throw away a quilt?"

Grandma Wang was overjoyed.

Old cotton quilts can also be sold for money.

She pulled hard.

"Splash!"

A dark object was pulled out.

Grandma Wang took a closer look.

Instantly, he was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he threw the iron hook in his hand.

"ah!!!"

A scream pierced the early morning.

……

Half an hour later.

Several law enforcement vehicles with flashing lights sped into the residential area.

The car hadn't come to a complete stop yet.

Wen Long jumped down with a gloomy face.

"Seal off the scene!"

"All unauthorized personnel must leave!"

Wen Long put on his gloves and strode toward the trash can.

Looking at the stiff corpse on the ground, Wen Long's face turned ugly.

Another murder case.

What's going on in the south of the city lately?

First, Old Hei was killed, then there was the headless corpse in the suburban garbage dump, yesterday it was the Demonic Martial Saint Xiao Jinhan causing trouble, and now someone has died in this old neighborhood.

"Captain, we've found it."

An enforcement officer ran over, carrying a tablet.

"The deceased was named Yao Ye, twenty years old, and lived in Building 3 of this community."

"He is unemployed and has a history of severe depression."

"depression?"

Wen Long sneered and squatted down to examine the body.

On the chest of the corpse.

The palm print is clear.

"Can depression really develop the physique of a one-star martial artist?"

"Can someone with depression have their heart shattered with a single blow?"

Wen Long stood up, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings like lightning.

"This is clearly another case of a fight between martial artists that resulted in death."

"We live in a society governed by law now, not in ancient times. These martial artists still kill or fight whenever they want, just like in ancient times."

"Go check the security footage!"

"Although there aren't many surveillance cameras in these older residential areas, there are definitely some on the main roads."

"yes!"

Just then.

The entrance to Building No. 3.

Liu Ruyan came out yawning.

Because of what happened last night, Liu's parents didn't let her go home and lectured her all night.

Therefore, I couldn't wait to leave early in the morning.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw a crowd gathered downstairs, and police tape had been put up.

"What happened?"

Liu Ruyan was startled.

That is……

Which way is the trash can facing?

She instinctively leaned over for a look.

When I saw it, I was almost scared out of my wits.

The dead man lying on the ground, his pale face...

Isn't that Yao Ye, the neighbor upstairs?

They even met last night.

Lu Chuan also asked him about it.

How could he have died this morning?

"Secretary Liu?"

Wen Long, with his sharp eyes, spotted Liu Ruyan standing on the periphery of the crowd at a glance.

I was quite surprised.

What's this martial arts association president's favorite doing here?

"Captain Wen... Captain Wen."

Liu Ruyan explained with a somewhat unpleasant expression,

"My...my parents live here. I came back to see them yesterday."

"This is……"

"What happened?"

"How...how did Yao Ye die?"

Wen Long narrowed his eyes and looked Liu Ruyan up and down.

"Did Secretary Liu know the deceased?"

"recognize……"

"I know him, he's my upstairs neighbor."

Liu Ruyan nodded quickly.

"This child is quite pitiful; he rarely goes out..."

"team leader!"

The team member who went to check the surveillance footage has come back.

this time.

His expression was even worse than before, and even looked somewhat strange.

"You found it?"

Wen Long asked.

"Found it."

The team member hesitated.

"Just say what you have to say! What kind of behavior is this, stammering like that!"

Wen Long scolded.

"yes!"

The team member gritted his teeth and handed the tablet to Wen Long.

"Captain, you can see for yourself."

"The murderer... was captured on camera with crystal clarity."

Wen Long took the tablet and opened the video.

Liu Ruyan couldn't resist her curiosity and leaned over to take a look.

In the video.

The night was dark.

A tall, slender young man dressed in designer casual wear was dragging Yao Ye's body toward a trash can.

Then, numb, he threw the body into the trash can.

However, after doing all this, the man didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he turned around.

Raise your head.

It's directly facing the surveillance camera.

At that moment, the light from the streetlamp shone directly on his face.

It was a handsome face, but with a touch of effeminacy.

Then the man slowly raised his right hand and, surprisingly, pointed it at the camera, raising his middle finger.

Arrogant!

Madness!

Arrogant!

"boom!"

The moment Liu Ruyan saw that face clearly, she felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her mind, and she froze instantly.

My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground.

That face...

That outfit...

Even that smug middle finger expression...

She'd recognize you even if you were ashes!

"Su...Su Yan?"

Liu Ruyan screamed.

"This...how is this possible?"

Wen Long's pupils also contracted sharply.

Su Yan?

The son of the president of the martial arts association?

How could it be him!

"Secretary Liu."

Wen Long slowly turned his head, his eyes icy cold.

"It seems you were wrong earlier."

"This is not a suicide due to depression."

"This is murder."

"And it seems the murderer has been found by now."

"No, that's not it!"

Liu Ruyan's face turned pale, and she quickly said,

"Captain Wen."

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"You know, Xiao Yan is usually very kind. He wouldn't even step on an ant, how could he possibly kill someone?"

"And...and he did it last night..."

At this point, Liu Ruyan suddenly stopped.

Su Yan did come last night.

She was even kicked out by her father.

Is it...

Could it be that he was angry after being kicked out, and then happened to run into Yao Ye, which is why...

Do not!

Will not!

"This must be a misunderstanding!"

"Captain Wen, this video is definitely fake; someone has photoshopped it!"

"Someone is trying to frame Su Yan!"

"Framed?"

Wen Long sneered and pulled his arm back.

"Whether it's a setup or not, we'll find out once they've brought him back and questioned him."

"Fall back!"

"To the Su family villa!"

……

An hour later.

South of the city.

The Su family's luxurious villa.

In the bedroom, the heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Su Yan was lying sprawled out on the two-meter-wide bed, fast asleep.

A lewd smile still lingered on his lips.

He was dreaming.

In the dream, Lu Chuan provoked him, and not only was he beaten to death, but he was also drained of his life essence by Lu Chuan using the Immortal Spirit Dao Scripture.

It became a tonic to nourish his cultivation.

And Liu Ruyan?

That bitch cried and begged for my comfort after learning of Lu Chuan's death.

Then, naturally, they rolled onto this bed.

……