My name is Lily

  "Zhang Haiyang? Doesn't this name sound a bit familiar?"

  Zhao Liming, who was organizing materials, suddenly looked up and asked Liu Li. Liu Li glanced at her with a lack of enthusiasm, her nose slightly twitching, and let out a barely audible cold hum. Director Li shook his head behind the two women, his eyes suddenly becoming somewhat despondent, and he took a stack of materials and retreated into his office.

  "Zhang Haiyang? I'm sure I've heard of him somewhere."

  Li Kezhang lit a cigarette before reading the materials, biting it in his mouth but not inhaling. He felt that there was something more in this room, and it took him a long time to realize that someone was sitting on the sofa opposite him.

  A woman who is no longer young, but still has a lingering charm.

  At this moment, she was staring intently at the cigarette between Li Ke's fingers. If eyes were knives, Li Ke's fingers would have been reduced to bare bones by now.

  "I'm saying, can't you just stop being so mysterious all the time?"

  "I remember you promised me you wouldn't smoke again."

  "Alright, I won't smoke anymore."

  Li Kezhang reluctantly extinguished his cigarette, raised his head and gazed at the woman who had walked in front of him. She was already 46 years old, her hair still black and shiny, with fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes. Her melon-shaped face had a perpetual cold smile at the corner of her mouth. She was Tang Hongming, the head of the sixth criminal investigation department in charge of uncertain cases.

  "Speak up, my Tang sister, what brings you here today? The Six Departments won't actually intervene, will they?"

  "Stop your slick talk and listen carefully, or I'll tell your wife about it! I'm here today to formally inform you that our department has taken over the case of Shi Li."

  Tang Hongmian pushed a thin piece of paper in front of Li Kechang. With this piece of paper, all uncertain cases would be handled by the Sixth Department.

  Looking at the paper that meant he could no longer intervene, Li Ke rubbed his head and suddenly grasped Tang Hongming's hand.

  "Considering our past relationship, can you six departments this time don't be too absolute, okay?"

  Tang Hong didn't expect Li Kezhang would make such a move, and was shocked, her face flushing as she hastily withdrew her hand.

  "You're such a rascal! I'll call your wife later and see where you sleep tonight!"

  Tang Hong hastily left Li Kezhang's office, while the clerks outside seemed as if nothing had happened.

  "Oh, moth to flame!"

  Liu Li and Zhao Liming's thoughts coincided at this moment, then the two of them exchanged a glance, simultaneously snorting coldly as they turned their heads away.

  "That's all I can help you with, Shi Li."

  Li Kezhang relit the extinguished cigarette and took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled the smoke that shrouded him.

  Zhang Haiyang spent the whole evening running around outside, inquiring about news everywhere and buying some medicine for Lily at the same time.

  Wang Nian was really betrayed by his subordinates, and his company was also on the verge of bankruptcy. If he himself didn't die at the hands of an assassin's bullet, what awaited him would be a full-scale pursuit by the police.

  From the very beginning, Wang Nian was in a precarious position. The low-price housing strategy was good for ordinary people, but not so wonderful for his peers. Real estate developers are divided into two categories: one is black-hearted and the other is white-hearted. Those who can make a fortune through legitimate means are either high-ranking officials' children or those who have connections with them. Wang Nian's pricing strategy made his peers suffer, while others were counting their money until their hands cramped, they dared not lower prices, and raising prices would make houses unsellable. This lucrative industry had become a burden in Tian Nan City.

  Offending these refined people will not end well, Wang Nian is the best proof.

  But this result made Zhang Haiyang very unhappy, because he also couldn't find out where Wang Nian was hiding.

  When Zhang Haiyang returned to the Haitian Villa Garden in the early morning, Lili was not in the villa. She left a note saying she went out to do something and would be back at noon. Zhang Haiyang furrowed his brow and thought for half a day before deciding to temporarily leave the villa. As an assassin, his creed was safety first.

  Zhang Haiyang hid in a place outside the villa where he could see the gate and waited for Lily to return.

  Although Zhang Haiyang took Lily to the villa and told her some things about himself, in fact he didn't even know Lily's real name. Such a street flower inexplicably moved Zhang Haiyang, this thing itself is very strange.

  "Maybe it's because Lily is special, a woman's charm doesn't lie in being pretty, but in being unique."

  Zhang Haiyang smiled self-deprecatingly.

  Lily was indeed special, the room for selling her body had a whole wall of mirrors installed, and there were even practice bars for practicing dance, and her plump and full-bodied body without any excess fat really made people associate her with **this word. Although Lily wasn't very pretty, behind her faintly dusty aura was a kind of nobility that came from the heart.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Haiyang let out a helpless sigh. He guessed that he had gotten himself into quite some trouble. However, compared to what Zhang Haiyang was planning to do, this trouble didn't count as trouble at all.

  "But why should I take her with me? Give her a home? Or give her love? Or perhaps, to store something?"

  Zhang Haiyang felt his brain was about to crack open, he hugged his head and squatted down, trying hard to drive these chaotic thoughts away.

  At the same time, Lily sneaked into the president of the club, Gao Tian's room.

  Behind the large desk is a large leather sofa, and the huge mahogany bookcase is filled with books, but they are all covered in dust. On the walls on either side of the door hang several Van Gogh-style paintings, while behind the sofa is a calligraphy piece written by the president of the local calligraphy association: "Hard to find someone with heart". And in front of the desk, there is even an Indian carpet, blending Eastern and Western styles, neither ancient nor modern, fully revealing the owner's nouveau riche taste.

  Lily made one last reconnaissance in the corridor, listening carefully to make sure no one was around before quietly closing the door and pushing the bookcase open with force, revealing a secret room behind it. What she was looking for was inside.

  Since listening to Zhang Haiyang's story yesterday, Lily had a feeling that she was about to be free. After seeing the gunfight at the villa on the mountain slope last night and hearing the news of Qifeng's entrepreneurial general manager escaping this morning, Lily knew that the opportunity had come. With such a big thing happening, the people in the community must have all gone out to chase and kill Wang Nian, and the defense inside the community was empty, which was the right time to take advantage of the chaos.

  It turned out that Lily's guess was correct. When she arrived at the club, she found the front door locked and had to climb in through a window from the back door.

  The empty building always makes people feel uneasy, that kind of absolute silence, without any signs of life. But Lily heard footsteps behind her, slowly following her own pace, an invisible person. Lily didn't think much, thinking it was just because she was too tense.

  "Hehe, hehehe."

  Lily, who was rummaging through things in the secret room, froze. This time she heard it clearly - someone was laughing.

  "Who is it?"

  Lily stuffed her own ID card and diploma into her underwear, then slowly turned around. The secret room had only her in it. Lily walked out of the secret room, the high-ceilinged room also had only her in it.

  "Haha."

  But the laughter remained.

  Lily suddenly wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, this laughter sounded too real, as if it were right in front of her.

  "Who is here?"

  "I'm a ghost! Who are you?"

  The voice answered seriously and asked, but it was hoarse and couldn't tell if it was male or female.

  Lily gritted her teeth and tensed up all the muscles in her body, then suddenly kicked out with lightning speed to the front, and actually kicked a soft body.

  A shrill cry came from across the way, followed by a heavy object crashing onto the desk, rolling over the miscellaneous items on top of it and falling onto the wide sofa.

  Lily walked forward, but still couldn't see anything in front of her. She felt a chill run down her spine - could it be that she really had encountered a ghost?

  "Who are you? How dare you hit me?"

  A small handprint appeared on the leather sofa and then disappeared immediately.

  Lily opened her eyes wide, trying to see the owner of the voice, but it was in vain. Just as she was searching around, suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and her nostrils felt like they were on fire, with two streams of nosebleed spraying out.

  "Come at me? You scum!"

  Lily reached out to grab something, but caught nothing, and was instead struck on the wrist by the invisible person, a piercing pain.

  This scene was really strange, Lily seemed to be fighting with the air, but the air could actually hurt her. Lily was knocked down again, she got up and sat halfway, wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth, guarding against the sudden attack, slowly retreating to the rug in front of the desk.

  "Who are you? Why have you come to Lao Da's room?"

  Lily tried to locate the source of the voice, but couldn't pinpoint his position. After a brief hesitation, Lily swung her fist wildly at the air. The owner of the voice was apparently enraged, and Lily felt her vision blur as she was struck on the head. But this was exactly what she had been waiting for - with the momentum, she fell to the ground, grabbed the edge of the carpet, and pulled it hard. There was a thud, and the invisible person fell to the ground. Lily didn't give him a chance to get up, covering him with the carpet, and a figure appeared.

  Lily grabbed the hard object beside her and kept smashing it towards the human figure until the screams stopped. Only then did she realize that what she was holding in her hand was a crystal ashtray. Blood seeped out from under the carpet, Lily was shocked to discover that it wasn't a ghost, but a person! But this thought had just occurred to her when it was immediately negated again, because the 'person' under the carpet was melting away, more blood flowed out, and in a short while only the protrusion of the head remained.

  "Who... who are you?"

  The head under the carpet asked with difficulty, and the voice was bloody. The hissing breath didn't stop. The endless hatred seemed to penetrate the thick carpet, and those darkened blood had a life of their own, wanting to gather back into the body.

  Lily's hands shook as she grasped the crystal ashtray, but in her heart, she was no longer afraid. Hadn't this monster scattered itself before? Unprecedented confidence and courage made Lily feel powerful for the first time in her life. The head under the carpet wriggled, seemingly wanting to escape. Lily pounced forward, raising the ashtray high and smashing it down fiercely.

  "My name is Lily."

  When there was only a puddle of blood left on the carpet, Lily spat out a mouthful of saliva and replied disdainfully.