Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

The morning after Chen Manling heard about Lu Cheng's visit to the Jianguo Hotel, when she regained consciousness, she smelled the smell of blood.

She was groggy, had a splitting headache, her back ached and her legs ached, and some places were in severe pain due to excessive friction. But at this time, what she was thinking about was the wonderful scene of her and Lu Chengting's trip to Wushan together last night.

She stretched out her hand, touched the arm beside her, and said coquettishly: "Listen, my head hurts."

No one answered.

Chen Manling felt the cold skin in her palm, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Liu's bloodstained, grimace.

At the same time, several naked bodies were lying around her.

The house was full of blood and the ground was full of debris.

And next to her other hand, there was a cold rifle.

Chen Manling went crazy on the spot.

The Chen family called the police, assuming that someone had done it deliberately. They also extracted the remaining traces from Chen Manling's body and sheets and sent them to the Western Hospital for testing.

As expected, the owners of those things were really the dead.

The police came to the Jianguo Hotel to investigate, but the waiters on duty the night before were unable to answer any questions. They only knew that the deceased had indeed come to the Jianguo Hotel in the afternoon and booked rooms, but later went out and did not see them. When did the person come back?

There was nothing unusual about Chen Manling. After returning to her room at night, she never came out again, and she never asked anyone to go upstairs. Judging from her condition, it didn't seem like she had prepared a confession in advance.

Only one person provided seemingly useful clues, saying that Mr. Liu and his party went to the Bishui Tea House by the Lanyue River in the evening.

The police went to investigate and did get some information. For example, it was true that those people went to the Bishui Teahouse. After Nan Siyan took the stage, gunshots were indeed heard from the private room on the second floor of the teahouse. But unfortunately, at that time, The situation was so chaotic that no one really saw what happened on the second floor.

Boss Du endured the interrogation in fear. Thinking that Lu Chengting had pointed a gun at him, he gritted his teeth and cried out about injustice, suffering, and ignorance throughout the whole process.

On the other hand, a careless waiter mentioned during the investigation that Mr. Liu had been interested in Nan Siyan, and Nan Siyan was the one Lu Cheng listened to.

This stumped the police. No one had the courage to risk their lives to investigate the current real leader in Huating City.

Fortunately, not long after, people from the Western Hospital also gave the identification results of the body. The time of death was not in the evening, but in the early morning.

Then there was only one possibility left. These tall and powerful men violently attacked the powerless Ms. Chen, and were slaughtered by Chen Manling on her own.

Although it is outrageous and the details do not seem to stand up to scrutiny, criminal investigation methods are limited and the police can only close the case in this way.

Lu Chengting looked at Nan Siyan and shook his head: "No, when did it happen?"

"I don't know, I secretly listened to the servant at home." Nan Siyan said.

Lu Chengting looked at his flushed cheeks and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched it: "No matter what others do, I'm waiting for you to sing a song. After waiting for a long time, it's good for you. You haven't opened your voice yet. Come and talk to me about this useless gossip."

Nan Siyan slapped Lu Chengting's hand away: "Why is this useless gossip? Miss Chen is your childhood sweetheart."

Lu Cheng agreed and said calmly: "I'm still your imaginary enemy."

Nan Siyan rolled her eyes at him: "It's not necessarily imaginary."

Lu Chengting was not prepared to let Nan Siyan continue to worry about Chen Manling, so he began to divert his attention: "Are you going to sing here, or somewhere else?"

When Nan Siyan heard this, he knew that Lu Chengting was diverting his attention. He blinked and said, "Change the place."

Lu Chengting raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where do you want to go?"

Nan Siyan chuckled: "Jianguo Hotel."

Lu Chengting laughed angrily at him, stood up, pinched his wrist and pulled him out of the door: "Okay, what the young lady said is what it is, let alone the Jianguo Hotel, you just want to go to the Marshal's Mansion, Third Master I have to satisfy you too.”

Nan Siyan started to laugh, and while pushing Lu Cheng to listen, he pulled his wrist back: "Third Master, I'm just joking. You sir, don't argue with me."

Lu Cheng refused to listen and picked up Nan Siyan: "How can that be done? I think if you don't go and see Miss Chen with your own eyes, I'm afraid you will talk about it for the rest of your life."

Nan Siyan struggled to run away. What happened at Jianguo Hotel sounded weird to him. He didn't want to go to Jianguo Hotel: "I was wrong, Third Master, please spare me. I won't mention it in the future."

The two of them fought and fussed for a long time, and finally changed the singing place to Lu Chengting's ordinary big bed.

By the time Nan Siyan couldn't sing anymore and started to have a tantrum with Lu Chengting, it was already afternoon.

Fortunately, there was nothing going on in the barracks, so Lu Chengting simply left Nan Siyan at home, and Liu Chong, the governor of the three southern provinces, finally arrived at Huating as night fell.

"Third Master, Liu Chong is here."

Yan Hao ran in from outside the door and listened to Lu Cheng.

At that time, Lu Chengting was making steamed sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Nan Siyan in his kitchen. Hearing this, he waved his hand, put the steamed cake into the basket, put it on the fire, washed his hands, and came to the living room.

Liu Chong was sitting on the sofa of the Lu family, with a row of guards behind him. Looking at Lu Chengting, who was wearing pajamas and a small red and white checkered apron around his waist, his eyelids began to twitch. He was hoarse and suppressed his anger. Meaning: "Major General Lu is in a good mood."

Lu Chengting nodded slightly, took off the apron from his waist, placed it on the back of the sofa, and asked Liu Chong, "I wonder what the purpose of Governor Liu's visit late at night is."

Liu Chong's expression was dull: "I'm here to pick up my son."

Lu Cheng listened and made a look of surprise: "I heard that the governor's beloved son was unfortunately killed at the Huating Jianguo Hotel. I would like to ask the governor to express my condolences."

Hearing this, Liu Chong sneered: "Yes, but I have never been able to figure out how Miss Chen did it without anyone noticing, along with my unlucky son and the seven guards."

Lu Chengting poured a cup of hot tea for Liu Chong: "Governor Liu's words are very narrow-minded. I think people's potential is always unlimited."

Before Liu Chong came to the Lu family, he went to the police station first. He was not satisfied with the results given by the police. He took the thick stack of case information and after seeing the records about Bishui Teahouse, he intuitively felt that this matter had something to do with it. Lu Cheng couldn't get away from it.

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The wives have been carrying Yuzi outside for the past two days. There are other kittens, and the power generation for love has disappeared. I'm crying.

In addition, Yuzi plans to disband the group chat, and may re-establish it without setting a threshold. I will not post or delete it in the future. It’s not that I don’t want to write, it’s mainly because I’m under strict investigation now and I’m afraid of being sanctioned. I would like to apologize to my wives and wish them all the best. I understand and love you.