The queen's wife is too sultry

The moment the door was opened, Lu Qing and Gu Zheng exchanged glances. The two looked dignified and nodded to each other. Then they clenched the "weapon" in their hands, their muscles tensed, and they were ready to attack at any time.

When the black shadow came into the sight of the two, Lu Qing's face darkened, and without thinking, he picked up the vase and threw it at the black shadow.

The next second, a delicate female voice came:

"Honey, didn't you say you were at home, why didn't you come and open the door for me, ah——!"

The woman's tragic scream resounded throughout the apartment, accompanied by Gu Zheng's eager stop:

"stop--!"

At the critical moment, the vase stopped less than one centimeter from the woman's forehead.

Lu Qing held the vase in both hands, his whole body was stiff, his expression seemed to be frozen.

The vase is so close to the woman that she can see the delicate texture and icy luster of the body.

The woman looked at the black shadow close at hand, her legs became weak with fright, she slumped on the ground, looked at Lu Qing with a face full of horror, and said tremblingly:

"What do you want to do!"

Gu Zheng ignored her, quickly dropped the picture frame in his hand, ran to the door, looked outside the door twice, and after confirming that there was no suspicious trace, he closed the door with confidence.

Unexpectedly, the door could not be closed, as if it was stuck by something, Gu Zheng looked down and saw a small white cuboid was stuck in the crack of the door, he picked it up, squinted his eyes, and closed the door.

Lu Qing on the side threw away the vase in his hand. He seemed to have collapsed out of the high tension state. Panting for breath, he slowly leaned against the wall and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He stared at the strange woman with a very speechless expression:
"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The strange woman was still very scared for the rest of her life after the catastrophe. She was smart, not sure if Lu Qing was a good person or not, so she faltered, not daring to reveal her true identity.

Gu Zheng removed the battery in the small cuboid, casually threw it aside, and said to Lu Qing: "The woman really put a signal shielding device."

Lu Qing sneered, and stood up from the ground: "I didn't expect Arthur to play the trick of praying mantis and catching cicadas."

"Hello, 911? This is the xxxxxx apartment. Someone was shot in the back and needs first aid. Please send an ambulance immediately."

After Gu Zheng made the phone call, he looked at the black woman on the ground. He stretched out his hand and motioned for her to pull him to stand up.

The black woman hesitated for a moment, then stood up with his hand.

He asked straight to the point: "Ma'am, what is your relationship with Mr. Sutter?"

The black woman didn't believe him, and her eyes were still full of vigilance. She scanned around and found that the apartment was extremely messy, the mirror was broken, and the coffee table was lying crookedly on the side. She suddenly had a bad feeling and sternly said:

"Who are you! Where did Sartre go!"

Gu Zheng froze for a moment, raised his hands to show a concession, and tried to make his voice sound softer: "I am a shareholder of Mayo Clinic, and I came to discuss some matters with Sutter, but now he has been shot and injured, and he must to be sent to the hospital for treatment”

When the black woman heard the words, she was struck by lightning immediately, and then she noticed that there was a dark red liquid slowly flowing out from the crack of the kitchen door, which looked very much like human blood.

She suddenly collapsed and ran towards the kitchen, yelling hysterically: "Damn, what have you all done!"

Lu Qing raised his forehead, glanced at Gu Zheng, and said helplessly, "That's it, we can't be cleared of our crimes."

Gu Zheng pursed his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The desperate and sad crying of the woman came from the kitchen. He approached and saw that she was holding Sartre's body and crying loudly. The whole floor was covered with blood mixed with red wine, glass shards were everywhere, and the whole kitchen was like a murder case. The scene was extremely terrifying and bloody.

"Ma'am, Sutter was shot, but we didn't do it."

The woman ignored her.

Gu Zheng was a little helpless, he squatted down, trying to bring her back to her senses: "Listen, ma'am, I advise you not to mess with Sartre's body, and lay him down on his back. He was shot, but he is not dead yet. You If this continues, he will only bleed more."

Hearing this, the black woman froze as expected, not daring to move any more. She stared at Gu Zheng with eyes like daggers, wanting to gouge out his flesh inch by inch, she gritted her teeth and said:
"If you didn't do it, who would it be!"

"I can tell you who you are, but you have to tell me who you are first."

"Bonnie, I'm Sartre's girlfriend."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of surprise: "He actually has a girlfriend."

Bonnie looked at him coldly: "We just got engaged yesterday."

There were still wet tears on her face, her expression was sad and desperate, she was completely different from the coquettish appearance when she first entered the door.

Beside her was Sartre's body, the part where he was shot was still bleeding blood. Sartre's eyes were closed tightly, motionless, as if his life had been taken away by the Grim Reaper.

Gu Zheng immediately tore off a corner of his shirt, bandaged Sartre to stop the bleeding in the simplest and quickest way, and said in a deep voice, "Bonnie, since you are Sartre's fiancée, he should trust you very much, so he should mention it to you." Past Arthur Dawson?"

Bonnie was startled, and then her eyes widened in horror: "Did Arthur do it? Sartre told me that he had a deal with Mr. Arthur."

Lu Qing's expression changed, and he immediately asked, "Do you know what the deal is?"

Bonnie clenched her fists and looked at her fiancé with her eyes closed. She didn't know whether to trust these two strangers.

"Bonnie, I know you don't believe us, so I'll ask you next, you just need to answer yes or no."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Gu Zheng asked tentatively: "Mr. Arthur bribed Sartre to kill people, do you know?"

Bonnie gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Then do you know who he killed?"

Bonnie shook her head.

Gu Zheng and Lu Qing looked at each other, and said in a deep voice: "Bonnie, you have to leave here, Arthur is going to kill people, you are Sartre's girlfriend, you may be in danger"

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes, covering her mouth and crying bitterly: "God, why did this happen to me?"

"I clearly told him not to agree to Arthur, why didn't he listen to me, this must be God's punishment for him."

Gu Zheng held her by the shoulder and said softly: "911 will come to take Sartre away later, you can come with us, we will protect your safety, Sartre has been involved in Wilson's murder case, so he is not dead , the law will punish him, but you are innocent."

Everything that happened in a short period of time has completely crushed Bonnie's reason. Gu Zheng's earnest eyes and gentle voice are like a hand reaching out to her from the abyss. She seems to have no choice but to grab that hand.

"If I go with you, will I still see Sartre?"

Gu Zheng sighed, and really couldn't bear to let her suffer another blow, so he nodded, "Maybe he can, but he must be punished for killing Wilson."

When Bonnie heard this, tears burst out again.

Lu Qing was anxious, and couldn't help urging: "Let's go, it will be troublesome when 911 comes."

Bonnie tried to stand up, but her legs were limp and she couldn't stand up.

Gu Zheng had no choice but to support her, and when she left the apartment, Bonnie looked back at her fiancé who was in a pool of blood, and all thoughts were lost in her heart.