Volume 1 Chapter 98: Sinking into the Fragrant Depths (1)

  Beast Pets Are Shocking · Bad Little Boy, Don't Be Like This, 98, Sinking Fragrance (1)

  That night, Mu Xi and Mo Xie were both confused. Ai Jia and Dui Lie stood on either side of the window, staring at each other for a long time, but in the end, Mo Xie didn't make any move, turned around and drove away!

  What's wrong with him anyway? —— This thought successfully tormented Mo Yan for the rest of the night, and he didn't sleep at all.

  The next day, when they returned to "Hong Chou", everyone saw that Mo Xian had two huge black eye circles. They were even bigger than the last time Chen Xiang shouted about ghosts.

  Even Lian Xiao couldn't help but come over and ask with a hint of schadenfreude, "Did you also encounter a ghost? Ha! It's really karma in this life."

  The cicada could only respond with a faint hum. He turned his head and suddenly burst out laughing, "My big black eye circles aren't because I saw a ghost either. From this, it can be seen that having or not having dark eye circles has nothing to do with whether you've seen a ghost or not."

  Misty cicada's sharp tongue pierced Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but couldn't say anything.

  The green ant put on a good face and stood up, glancing at Mo Xian with a smile. "However, in this world, there are indeed people who have seen ghosts with their own eyes." Mo Xian, you say, is that right?

  Foam cicada resentfully stared at the green ant, but couldn't counterattack for the time being. Red millet saw this and hurried over, pulling on the green ant's arm, "Let's go, it's time to open the mirror."

  Hu Mengdie went to take pictures, and Mo Ze sat in the corridor, weighing her mobile phone.

  She had two calls she wanted to make: one was to Jiang Yuanfeng and the other was to Mo Xie.

  She wanted to call Jiang Yuanfeng, wanting to tell him about the Yuan family's affairs, hoping he would see through the Yuan family's true nature - but she knew that perhaps she couldn't rush things. After all, the Yuan and Jiang families had been acquainted for many years, and Jiang Yuanfeng had his own views on the Yuan family. Twenty years of feelings couldn't be changed by just a few words, so even if she spoke up, it was unlikely to change his opinion.

  Mò zhān sighed and put down the phone, this call couldn't be made for now.

  She wanted to call Mo Xie, of course, to ask about last night - what did he mean by that? He drove over but didn't say a word, was it just to inform her that he bought a car? But not letting her sit in it, was he intentionally showing off and provoking her?

  But Mo Lian herself didn't know why, she just understood that he seemed to have other reasons than what she thought - he seemed to be sincere...

  Ah, annoying to death! Mazi hung up the phone on her head, not asking was fine, but asking made her dare not, this dead child, she hated him to death, ahhhhh!

  Alright, who knows what's on a wolf's mind, it's impossible for humans to guess anyway. So she stopped guessing, fine? Let's just see how he'll end up himself later!

  After finishing the shoot, Hu Mengdie invited Mo Yan to live with her and said that at night they could watch "The Vampire Diaries" together. Hu Mengdie herself was too afraid to watch it alone, but she was infatuated with those handsome guys.

  The cicada originally wanted to nod, but for some inexplicable reason, she still went home.

  This night was even more miserable, from the beginning there was no sleepiness, foolishly hugging my knees and sitting until midnight, then quietly getting down to sneak to the window...

  She saw Mo Ye and that *** van at this time last night, right?

  Will he still come in tonight?

  Tonight, outside the window is pitch black. Mom said that the nearby construction cut off the underground power cable, and the streetlights in several surrounding blocks were affected. Meiyan looked out, but except for the big patches of darkness, she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only sigh, rub her arm, and comfort herself by saying, "If it's not meant to be, then so be it."

  If you want to see that *** wrapped car, there are a lot of pictures on the internet.

  Misty cicada turned around, stomping her feet in a huff. But she couldn't help herself, turning back to take another look - as if by intuition, from the depths of the dark night sea outside, a cluster of bright mist suddenly surged up in the distance.

  It's getting closer, and with another blink of an eye, it's already right in front. Meng Zhen had even forgotten that she was supposed to be sulking, and suddenly turned her head back, grabbing onto the windowsill - what was coming towards them with a pure white body and radiant lights wasn't that *** Aston Martin again!

  The young man in white clothes sitting in the car, with his painted eyebrows and eyes, looked even more pure and beautiful under the dark surroundings. He still sat quietly in the car, without any movement or expression, only raising a pair of black pupils, gazing at her silently.

  Misty cicada didn't know what was wrong with herself, her eyes suddenly became warm and moist, and her field of vision was blurred by a misty fog. This time she couldn't hide it anymore, half of her body couldn't help but lean out.

  The night wind lifted her hair, gently stroking her cheeks... She closed her eyes, feeling as if it were someone's palm.

  Misty cicada took a deep breath, turned her head back, grabbed a white paper from the desk, and bit off the cap of the highlighter with her mouth. She wrote two words quickly and then held up the paper to the window.

  Outside the window, it was dark, but fortunately, there was a faint light coming from afar. Mo Xian wasn't sure if he could see - she peeked at his expression through the white paper, and suddenly saw him raise an eyebrow, holding up his fist to cover his mouth...

  Misty cicada smiled first. She knew he was smiling too.

  A faint light outside the window shines on two big characters on a white paper - *** Bao.

  Tonight, the tug-of-war between the two has not ended yet. Meng Chu knew she had slightly lost a round because she took the initiative to stick her head out and wrote words... But he wasn't much better off either. He came again, and he smiled again.

  However, Meng Yan still couldn't make up her mind whether to go downstairs and get into his car voluntarily.

  Okay, okay, although it's just taking a ride, maybe don't make such a big deal out of it; but she just feels - as if vaguely, if she takes the initiative to go downstairs and get on the bus, it's like she's acknowledging something. That feeling is weird.

  She just hasn't made up her mind yet, she can only wait, waiting for her heart to give herself that command.

  Misty stood dazed in the bus, the onboard TV playing news with a rustling sound. The news first reported on last night's large-scale power outage, how many citizens were inconvenienced at home, and how the power department organized people to rush repairs overnight... Misty listened in a daze.

  Just then another piece of news hit the eardrum: “... Last night, a falling incident occurred at xx hotel. The deceased, Chen Mou, was a contracted model for a certain magazine...”

  Moth's heart skipped a beat, and with great effort, she squeezed out a gap from the crowded crowd to watch the TV screen - when that familiar hotel and those familiar faces appeared before her eyes, Moth was stunned.

  The deceased's face was covered with a sheet, but her clothes were unmistakable - the person who had fallen to death was Chen Xiang!

  Meng Chuan rushed to the hotel and found it was in a state of great chaos.

  Chen Xiang's body has been taken away by the police, and there are isolation ropes inside and outside the room. Forensic experts and police officers are going in and out to investigate the scene. Mo Yan wanted to go in but was blocked, fortunately Xiao Hong came out to explain the situation to the police. Mo Yan glanced at Guan Xiao and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to be disturbed. Guan Xiao saw him and walked over to say something to the blocking police officer, only then could Mo Yan enter smoothly.

  The colleagues of the magazine were all crowded in a room, Chu Xiao and Liu Hui sat at the head and foot of the bed respectively, while Hu Mengdie sat alone on a chair in the corner, crying silently.

  Misty cicada walked over, "What's going on?"

  Xiao immediately saw Meng Die enter and became even more agitated, "Hú Méng Dié, how dare you still try to deny it wasn't you who did it! Our group only has a few people, who hates Chen Xiang the most?"

  Hu Mengdie also became excited, "I said it wasn't me, and it's not my God seat! Even if I hated her, I wouldn't push her off the building!"

  Hong He frowned, "That's enough from all of you! The police are here, who is right and wrong will be revealed sooner or later, no need for you to express your opinions arbitrarily!"

  Mò Tiān sent Hú Mèng Dié back to her own room. The police's opinion was that everyone present last night should not leave their rooms without permission. Mò Tiān dragged Xiǎo Hóng to Lǜ Yǐ's empty room and asked, "What exactly happened?"

  Hong He sighed, "Miss, you also saw that Chen Xiang's death was very suspicious. Yesterday everything was normal, filming and later rest, nothing stimulated her. It should not be suicidal in this way, so the possibility of murder is even greater."

  Hong He looked around and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and said, "After checking the surveillance footage, there's not a single outsider in the entrance hall leading to this corridor. The only ones who can move around this corridor are the four of them, which means the killer must be one of Hu Mengdie, Chu Xiao, or Liu Hui."

  Meng Chu leaned against the windowsill, looking out. Although this was the room of the Green Ants, the situation was basically the same as Chen Xiang's side. This was only the fifth floor, and outside the window were a few wires as thick as thumbs; if someone fell down, they wouldn't necessarily die.

  "Didn't you check the surveillance cameras outside?" Meng Xiang asked.

  Honghe sighed, "The power went out last night. The hotel had emergency power supply, but outside there wasn't any, no streetlights, so nothing was captured."

  Misty cicada waited at the window until she saw the forensic doctor and police leave, then she called Guan Xiao. Guan Xiao was inconvenient to reveal too much, but his tone was somewhat tense, "... Chen Xiang's death is a bit strange. Very strange."

  "Hey, Guan Que big brother, tell me, what's this strange method all about? I promise not to spill the beans - and who knows, maybe I can even help you guys gather some clues while I'm here."

  Guan Que thought for a moment, then simply said to Mo Yan: "The height of the fifth floor, plus the wire's counterweight below, shouldn't have caused her to fall that severely, with half her skull shattered."

  "So that means she didn't fall down by herself, but there must have been a great external force applied to her, so that she would suffer such a big impact after falling - however, we didn't find any traces of another person in her room, especially around the window."

  "Did you understand, cicada? As long as someone has been here, they must have left some traces; but this time we didn't gather anything."

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