Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

It was truly a luxurious night.

The expensive fragrance blown by the woman's silk skirt flows frivolously in the brilliance of the crystal chandelier, and the movement on the Steinway piano with the pianist's nimble fingers urges the alcohol and candy to evaporate and volatilize among the carnival crowd.

Like the stars all descending on the sea, the giant ship decorated with feathers and jewels is slowly sailing on the sea with the cabin full of splendor. Only Diana, the goddess in charge of the moon and hunting in Roman legend, stands on the bow of the ship, with With determined and gratuitous eyes, he stared at the misty sea.

The moon sank in the deep sea, and Diana's gray eyes seemed to have starlight falling.

……

The maid's shrill scream revealed the ominous hidden behind the carnival.

The killer's beloved revolver was immediately loaded, and the wine glass in the hands of the ulterior motive splashed a bright red color.

Police officer Lu Feng led his people into the bedroom on the top floor, and at first he only saw the maid with a pale face crying all over the entrance.

The moment he broke into the door, the man frowned fiercely.

He has been around various murder scenes all year round, and his nose has already been trained to be particularly sensitive to the smell of blood.

Scarlet blood splattered from the bedroom to the porch, with this amount of bleeding, the person must have died.

Lu Feng subconsciously thought something happened to Jiang Chi.

It may be that their cleverness on the sapphire earrings was exposed, and Zhuang Yunyi became angry and tortured Jiang Chi to death.

There was never a moment in his life that he regretted more than now.

Last night, when he overheard the unstoppable panting of the damned Zhuang Yunyi and his little boyfriend, Police Officer Lu, whose reason was torn apart by the rage, dropped his earphones for the first time regardless.

For a moment, Police Officer Lu, who was always called the Iron Eagle by his subordinates, felt the strong mourning after the huge gap in his heart was torn open.

He seemed unable to feel his own legs, and walked slowly into the bedroom blocked by the fluttering tulle curtains.

The slender figure turned its back to everyone, knelt on the big soft bed, and stared motionlessly at the blood-soaked body on the bed.

"Jiang Chi..." Lu Feng's voice seemed to be shaking.

This is really a new thing, everyone thought that Lu Feng was a heartless person who was so focused on the case that he even left Pang Ran's family behind him.

It's a pity that no one has the time to record this memorable moment that shocked everyone in the police station.

Officer Lu almost thought that what he saw was just a beautiful corpse.

However, when he blurted out Jiang Chi's name, Jiang Chi finally blinked and told everyone that he was still alive.

He looked really embarrassed.

A circle of ferocious bruises appeared on the slender snow-white ankle. It must have been held too hard, and blood spots oozing from the thin skin could even be seen under the fingerprints.The silk pajamas were torn to pieces, most of the thin shoulders were exposed, and the bruise and purple hickey marks and finger prints covering the skin could be seen.

Even the chain bones are marked by someone's teeth.

His own fair skin made these marks look more hideous and terrifying.

The blood that had already cooled down splashed on that white jade flawless face, and even the trembling eyelashes seemed to be stained with a strange smell of blood.

The glass-bead-like blue eyes slowly turned around, and met the sudden fiery gazes of everyone in panic.

Lu Feng had never been so gentle before, he lowered his voice so as not to scare him: "Xiao Chi, what's wrong?"

Jiang Chi opened his mouth, he seemed a little speechless, his voice seemed hoarse from crying, and there were tiny blood scabs on the corners of his lips, which were as soft as roses.

"he died."

He seemed to be trapped in an abyssal nightmare, angrily pressing the tip of his tongue against his teeth, trying to dispel his panic: "He's dead."

It is self-evident who the dead person is.

In all fairness, Zhuang Yunyi's death looks very similar to his identity, and even has a sense of bloody and beautiful images that are unique to movie lenses.

The man made of ice and snow lay peacefully on that big soft bed, the blood oozing from under his body had already dyed the pure white bedding red.

He seemed to fall into an eternal sleep surrounded by roses.

A sharp machete stained with blood fell to the ground, and there was no way to hide the mottled finger marks.

In the boy's pink eyes were a pair of blue gemstones soaked in tears, and he looked helplessly and terribly at the men who broke into the door.

Everyone should think he killed him, right?

After all, he and Zhuang Yunyi were the only ones sleeping in this room last night, and Zhuang Yunyi had specifically warned his assistant not to allow anyone to enter the room before taking his little wife in.

Zhuang Yunyi's method of death cannot be seen as suicide anyway.

Besides this little lady who is said to be extravagant, there should be no other murderer.

Jiang Chi blinked his eyelashes, and instantly woke up from the stupor when he opened his eyes and saw the murder scene, and opened his mouth without confidence: "It's not me..."

"I know, I know." Lu Feng now treats Jiang Chi like a lost treasure, how could he be willing to let him leave him again.

After all, Jiang Chi looked...too weak.

It looks like it can be easily put down with one finger.Who would have believed that such an unarmed canary could kill the person next to him in such a brutal way.

Zhuang Yunyi's death is a major event that can shake the entire S City even if it is a normal death, let alone this is a vicious case that can be seen at a glance.

He was bled to death alive.

The skin and muscles of the corpse were dissected, the bones were pale and cracked, and the arteries were all cut off.

A man who had been regarded as a devil all his life, unexpectedly died in such a paradoxical way.

"I didn't know that Police Officer Lu and his sister-in-law are so familiar." Zhuang Ge, whose face was as white as a vampire, floated out from behind Lu Feng like a ghost, his eyes full of shadows staring straight at Jiang Chi, still stained. Bloody face.

The killer from Sicily looked at the bloody and weird scene in the room with interest, and casually hid the loaded wooden warehouse in his suit.

Jiang Chi paused, broke free from Lu Feng's grasp, and stood precariously.He tried his best to hold back his trembling fingers under the staring eyes of everyone: "Actually, I don't know what happened, but I am willing to cooperate with your investigation."

"I won't kill him."

"I..." He opened his mouth with difficulty.

"I love him." The system reminded him word by word.

"I, love him." Jiang Chi felt that the tip of his tongue seemed out of control.

A man's low laugh seemed to be heard in the still air.

So many words, only the first sentence is true.

He was drunk by Zhuang Yunyi last night.

The sweet liquor, which tasted like fruit juice, was actually so bad that it could drunk a lion.

The little fox's already clumsy brain became even more dull. His brain was burnt by alcohol and he didn't even bother to turn it around. His misty blue eyes blinked with difficulty. He looked obedient and pitiful. did you?

He actually couldn't remember what happened last night.

In a daze, listening to Zhuang Yunyi's words, he held the hem of his shirt in his mouth, and innocently looked at his nominal husband with those shining eyes.

To be honest, it is impossible for Zhuang Yunyi to control such a huge business empire without strong self-control.

After concluding the marriage relationship with Jiang Chi, apart from frequent kisses and hugs, there was no further action.

But Zhuang Yunyi went crazy that day, Jiang Chi was the one who drank, but he seemed to be the one who was drunk.

The man grabbed Jiang Chi's slender ankle like a mad dog recklessly, his fingers like iron pincers almost crushed the thin layer of flesh, wishing to leave his mark on every inch of the boy's skin, wanting to Crushed and chewed the spring snow-like flesh and swallowed it into his stomach one by one.

With Jiang Chi's good temper, he wouldn't get angry if he was bitten. He cried sullenly until the tip of his nose turned red, biting his lip and tremblingly crying like a broken kitten.

He made Zhuang Yunyi's heart ache from crying, so the conscientious man bent down and kissed his wet eyelashes and pink nose.

Jiang Chi couldn't remember what happened after arriving late, but only remembered the man's hoarse voice whispering like a ghost:

"Never, betray me."

When he woke up again, it was Zhuang Yunyi's cold corpse and the cold system prompt sounding in his ears:

"Hey, congratulations to the host for opening the main line of the script. Please find the murderer who killed Zhuang Yunyi within seven days."

"If the game fails, the host will be wiped out immediately."

Jiang Chi's teeth chattered. He knew that he couldn't escape now. He was the only witness at the murder scene, and he was Zhuang Yunyi's first heir to the inheritance. No matter how he thought about it, he should have something to do with Zhuang Yunyi's death.

Although Lu Feng trusts him, it doesn't mean that other people will choose to trust him unconditionally.

The Diana was still running smoothly on the sea.

Jiang Chi was locked in the room and not allowed to take a step out.

A salty sea breeze blew into the dead room through the half-opened windows.

Jiang Chi hugged the quilt and shivered suddenly.

The fox's nose is so sensitive, he always feels that the salty sea breeze is mixed with a familiar, cold blood.

Just like that night covered in sticky blood.

Jiang Chi didn't bother to put on his shoes and ran to the window quickly, trying to close the window.

Whether it's the sea breeze that was mistaken for the smell of blood or the familiar beige gauze curtain, he inevitably thought of Zhuang Yunyi's death.

Did such a powerful person die unprepared?

Jiang Chi put his hand on the window sill, his eyes subtly fixed.

"Sister-in-law."

Zhuang Ge's voice sounded from outside the door, with a faint smile.

It was very strange that this man couldn't see any sadness when his elder brother died.

"Don't come in!" Jiang Chi yelled sharply.

But it's too late.

Zhuang Ge opened the door and strode in: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Chi stared fixedly at the newly painted window sill.

A bloody handprint was quietly lying on the light-colored window lattice, silently pricking Jiang Chi's confused heart.