can not help

Qian Shucheng returned to his home in a daze, and Meng Junchen went to the kitchen to boil some hot water.

"Are you hungry or not? I'll order takeaway if you want to eat."

Qian Shucheng shook his head, and threw himself on the sofa. He ignored the discomfort of his wet clothes sticking to his skin, his eyes were dull and he didn't know what to look at.

Meng Junchen went to the bathroom to get a dry towel and threw it on Qian Shucheng's head, and then went to the bedroom to get some dry clothes for Qian Shucheng.

"Go take a shower first, and be careful of catching a cold."

Qian Shucheng still didn't move, but his eyes finally focused: "Did I still put your cell phone on?"

Meng Junchen was taken aback, if Qian Shucheng hadn't mentioned this, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a thing.

Qian Shucheng continued: "Take it back, there is no need to check."

It doesn't matter who lured him to Wangxiang, even if the Meng family hacked his mobile phone to let him see Han Yue, it has become an indifferent link now.

Meng Junchen: "Little... Murong Ling really lives here now? I just saw your bedroom..."

Qian Shucheng got up, took off his wet coat, and walked to the bathroom with the clothes Meng Junchen was about to change.

In the morning, he was still relying on Murong Ling to eat tofu, but after only half a day, everything changed.The things Murong Ling left here were like thorns, and every time he saw one, it stabbed him in the heart.

Let it go wherever you can.

When he came out of the bathroom again, Qian Shucheng's eyes were firmer than ever.Meng Junchen, who had just finished cooking the noodles in the kitchen, almost thought that this guy poured bath water into his head.Before entering, he was still looking like he was dying to live, why did he suddenly change for the better now?

With the towel still on Qian Shucheng's head, he pulled out the chair and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table: "Where are the chopsticks, where are the marinade?"

The sympathy filled in Meng Junchen's heart was instantly shattered, but there was still a corner left, let alone this emotionally unstable person.

He brought out the egg marinade prepared in advance in the kitchen, and then handed the chopsticks to his ancestors: "Hurry up and eat."

Although Qian Shucheng had adjusted his mentality, he still chewed the food unwillingly after reaching his mouth.

He wanted to relax himself, stop thinking about those things and that person, and wanted to take a short break for himself, but as long as he calmed down, those images would keep swaying in his mind, which was really annoying.

Meng Junchen put down his chopsticks after eating half of the noodles. In fact, he didn't have much appetite, but he was afraid that he would not eat Qian Shucheng, let alone eat it. After all, what happened today had a great impact on Qian Shucheng, so he pretended to be relaxed. I want to find a topic, but when I say something, I just step on the thunder.

"You are living a good life now. I won't be here to give you a place. My room is reserved for me, and the other one belongs to Han Yue..."

After finishing speaking, Meng Junchen really wanted to give himself two slaps, this object is not a normal object.

Qian Shucheng smiled generously: "How about it, did your jaw drop by surprise?"

Meng Junchen really didn't know how to continue the conversation, so he smiled awkwardly: "Ha, haha, my jaw really dropped."

…………

Qian Shucheng had nightmares all night. In the dream, Murong Ling was no longer just standing in front of a half-collapsed warehouse. The warehouse in front of him was on fire, and Murong Ling was still standing there motionless.It is no longer ordinary rain that falls from the sky, every drop that falls is red and sticky.His pale face was stained, and his eyes were blinded, even the scorching fire could not illuminate his eyes.

After a while, Murong Ling finally moved, raised his hand, his wrist was trembling even with the gun, but in the end he shot the man lying at his feet, and the bullet accurately missed the man's chest.

Qian Shucheng stood in the distance and roared, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't even lift his feet heavily.

The one lying on the ground is his brother!His dear brother!

Then he just watched Murong Ling switch to holding the gun in his left hand, and without hesitation aimed at his right wrist, a 'bang' was a shot.The bullet passed through the body, and the entire wrist was instantly blurred.Murong Ling didn't seem to be conscious, he didn't even frown, his hands were lowered, and he stood still, looking at the raging fire, and seemed to be looking elsewhere through the fire.

Qian Shucheng's heart felt as if it had been thrown into a burning warehouse to bake, and the pain spread all over his body bit by bit.Then the whole world began to tremble, a rumbling sound sounded from the top of the head, and a huge gap opened on the ground, Qian Shucheng couldn't dodge and fell straight down.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Meng Junchen standing by the bed, shaking him vigorously as if dying.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Meng Junchen slapped the phone on Qian Shucheng's face: "Why are you sleeping, get up and have a look."

Qian Shucheng tore off the quilt, took out the posture of having a big fight with Meng Junchen, grabbed the phone, stared sleepily for a long time before focusing on the screen, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

'A certain part of the Ministry of Public Security Liao Canglan was arrested for drug-related and murder. '

'The body of an unknown man was found under the bridge in the outskirts, suspected of being tortured and killed during his lifetime. '

'An explosion occurred in the Nangang warehouse, and the number of casualties is unknown. '

The cause of Funk's death has been questioned again. '

…………

The first article can also be understood as yesterday's meeting has begun to bear fruit, what is the meaning of the latter.

Meng Junchen gritted his teeth, took his mobile phone and clicked on a message. A big photo in the middle pierced Qian Shucheng's eyes deeply.

In the photo, a person was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, covering his face tightly, and was controlled by the police on both sides to walk into the police station.

This is……

Meng Junchen seemed to have made a lot of determination before he said: "This...you can tell who it is? I don't know how it happened, it was originally Liao!"

Qian Shucheng lifted the quilt violently, picked up the mobile phone by the bed and walked out.

"Hey, Uncle Meng, what's the news today."

Meng Junchen followed behind with a black line on his face, so he couldn't say anything when he called his home?

Meng Yanzhao: "Be safe and don't be impatient. There may be accidents on my side recently, so I may not be able to contact you. Let Junchen stay with you now."

Qian Shucheng: "What's going on, why don't you tell me first?"

Meng Youzhao was silent for a long time, and said: "It should be the other party who made a move, but luckily we disclosed Liao Canglan's matter first, but Murong Ling... Forget it, you probably don't want to hear about his matter now, anyway, you should take care of him first." Take care of yourself, we will solve it, don't worry."

Qian Shucheng was furious. If he hadn't received the exact news, the phone in his hand should have been torn apart by now.

"What happened to Murong Ling?"

Meng Youzhao suddenly smiled: "You young people just like to make trouble, can't you be good in the future?"

Qian Shucheng: "..."

Are these things being discussed now?Is it time to say this?In the end, did Meng Youzhao really not prioritize, or did he deliberately not reveal anything to himself?

Meng Youzhao finally scolded Qian Shucheng enough, and finally came to the conclusion, and hung up the phone neatly.

Qian Shucheng stared blankly at the phone that jumped back to the screen saver.

Is it because he didn't ask clearly just now or because he didn't have enough brains, why did he just end the call?

Meng Junchen said leisurely behind him: "You should ask me first. If you call my dad now, you will definitely not be able to ask anything. He should also be under surveillance, and maybe he will be investigated."

Qian Shucheng turned around and frowned at Meng Junchen.

Meng Junchen continued: "I asked you to look at your phone just now, but you didn't pay attention to so many new articles. Remember the corpse under the bridge?"

Qian Shucheng nodded.

Meng Junchen: "That's Zhang Ming."

Qian Shucheng froze suddenly.

Meng Junchen: "Zhang Ming was taken away by Murong Ling at my grandfather's birthday banquet. So many guests were witnesses, but he was brutally murdered in the end. What do you think will happen?"

Qian Shucheng: "Do you know who the person behind the scenes is?"

Meng Junchen looked at Qian Shucheng like a fool: "You really don't understand?"

Qian Shucheng: "What are you doing?"

Meng Junchen: "It's all about Liao Canglan, and it must be his father who will get involved in the end."

…………

Murong Ling returned to the interrogation room. Even though everything was going against him this time, he still sat peacefully like last time, but his face was too pale, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

This time it was the captain of the criminal investigation who sat across from him. After all, he was polite: "We meet again."

Murong Ling smiled.

Zhao Chuyang: "Let's get straight to the point, Zhang Ming, do you remember?"

Murong Ling nodded: "Of course."

"Recently, in the suburbs, witnesses discovered Zhang Ming's body. His legs were cut clean. According to the forensic examination, he died of excessive blood loss. I don't know what you want to say about this?"

Murong Ling was surprised: "He died?"

"Mr. Murong, let's stop pretending to be stupid here. At the Meng family's birthday banquet, you personally said that you would cut off Zhang Ming's meat and feed him piece by piece. In the end, it was your people who cut him off. Take it away, do you want to tell me that you don't know anything about it?"

Murong Ling laughed: "Who doesn't know how to say cruel words. When you go to elementary school, you will often hear elementary school students say that you want to rape whose mother. Is it true?"

When the few people sitting in the monitoring room heard this, their faces were covered with black lines. These words did not match what Murong Ling said, and their temperament and appearance did not match at all. The fact that there is no limit to hooliganism is actually what people in the underworld said.

"Then what did Mr. Murong do after he took Zhang Ming away?"

"What did you do..." Murong Ling found a comfortable position and leaned down, "I didn't do anything, I just asked him who bought my life with him, what should I do with such an addict?"

Zhao Chuyang's eyes flashed brightly: "A drug addict? You can tell that this is a drug addict from just one look? It seems that Mr. Murong is very experienced in this."

Murong Ling laughed and said, "You have no experience? There are anti-drug promotional videos all over the streets and alleys. Ordinary citizens know what drug abuse looks like."

"So you mean, you took him away after asking a few words and then released him?"

"Otherwise, can I really cut off his meat and feed him? Mr. Police, you are too wicked, I don't have this hobby."

"Mr. Murong, can you tell me about your recent itinerary and what you have done?"

"That's too much." Murong Ling looked up at the lamp on the table, "Meeting friends, dealing with group affairs, and coaxing my friend's brother."

Zhao Chuyang took the notebook and tapped on the table: "That's all, nothing more?"

"Do you need me to reveal the company's secrets?"

"Sir is joking."

Murong Ling smiled and did not speak again.

But the captain didn't ask any more questions, got up and walked out.

When we arrived at the monitoring room, people around us came over: "Captain."

Zhao Chuyang: "Look at it, he is in very poor health now, we can't let him die here, if there is any problem, let me know in time."

"that's it?"

"What else do you want? The order from above is to close this place first, and the interrogation is just a formality. What can I do?"

In the surveillance, Murong Ling still leaned back relaxed, his eyes slightly squinted at the ceiling in a daze, and he didn't know what was going on in that brain that was several times more bent than others.