you are my white moonlight

The air pressure in the villa was low, and AG stood in the living room fiddling with guns for hours.

Chi Shihui wanted to come down the stairs, but she stopped in the middle of the stairs a few times. She was wearing a long black gauze dress, barefoot, dark loli style, completely different from her usual attire.

Without makeup, his complexion was abnormally white, staring at AG's blood-stained hands.

Long before the start, she had already watched the group of them set off from the villa from the window of the room.

Can guess who rescued, but didn't see her figure, apparently hidden somewhere by Ace.

But she doesn't mind.

In the current situation, even if Jian Youqing stood in front of Shao Tingchen, all he bestowed on her was endless torture and pain - he hated betrayal to the core.

But if she really had another layer of identity, the consequences would be completely different.

"Whose is the blood on his hand..." Could it be that Jian Youqing suddenly wished that she was dead.

AG looked back coldly, aimed his gun at Chi Shihui, and even pressed the trigger on her!

A series of actions took place in just a second, and Chi Shihui fell down the stairs.

Fortunately, there were no bullets.

Chi Shihui slightly raised his eyelids, his dark eyes burst into coldness, clearly a warning, bloodthirsty and terrifying cruelty.

The maid rushed to Chi Shihui's ear and reported: "Miss Chi, I already @#￥% for those things..."

In the field a few kilometers away from the villa, there is a men's suit stained with blood in front of him.

The equipment after the battle is usually cleaned up and burned by specialized personnel, but it took Chi Shihui a lot of effort to get it.

Raising her lips, what flashed in her eyes was clearly a conspiracy.

This matter is related to her happiness for the rest of her life, and she must do it herself.

He snatched the gloves and magnifying glass from the servant's hand, and squatted in front of the clothes to check, eager to get any samples of female DNA from them.

The cold wind is biting until the fingers are stiff from the cold, and there is nothing to gain.

Chi Shihui vowed that no matter whether Shao Tingchen made a move or not, she would make Jian Youqing's life worse than death.

"Miss Chi, Miss Chi has found something here..."

The slender and soft hair stuck to the neckline, and Chi Shihui's eyes lit up with interest.

Collect the evidence bag, extract the rare blood stains on the clothes, and return to the bedroom of the villa. There is a small wooden box with fine workmanship hidden in the deepest part of the closet.

Worn objects and decorations, one of the photos shows a girl with her face painted on, and silver needles piercing through the thin paper and clinging to the doll.

Touching her fingertips, "It seems that you are going to change your name. After all, you even changed your identity, didn't you?"

"You can't get rid of me."

A yellowed notebook, with a tuft of short hair on the title page, and a red bow tie, took one and put it in another evidence bag.

Put it in front of your eyes.

"Never, never."

……

"Someone come and save me, don't push me..." Jian Youqing was awakened by the nightmare, the hair on her cheeks was wet with cold sweat, and she leaned against the head of the bed weakly.

It was that fire again, Shao Tingchen shouted Tong Shiyan's name hoarsely when he was young, but in the blink of an eye, another scene changed, she was pushed off the cliff.

Like a character whose face can't be seen in anime, she can't even tell if it's a man or a woman...

Duk duk, the sound of knocking on the door, "Don't forget what day it is today."

Jian Youqing woke up suddenly. During this period of time, Jiang Zhi seemed to be missing, and Ace left early and returned late. It seemed that her life was too moist, so God wanted to grant her sobriety with scars.

On court investigation day, how could she forget the proof work before the debate.

Half of the people on the Internet were calling for Shao Tingchen to go to jail, while the other half were gloating.