The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

There is an unknown person hiding in the dark.

Using a woman's blood as a blood medicine, he can summon Master Gao Tian, ​​​​and he also knows Lin Qiaozhu.

Chen Xiangyin was thinking, could it be Zhou Chengwang?

He doesn't seem to be so calm.

Using blood as medicine is a big deal. Even if Zhou Chengwang could do it, what would he use it for?

Besides him, who else in the Qinglong Group wants He Chongtian's life?

Hiding it too deeply, having no clue, and thinking returns to the present.

Chen Xiangyin turned around and asked Zhai Xinhou: "Has Lin Qiaozhu been caught?"

Zhai Xinhou put his hands on his hips and shook his head and sighed: "When we came here, we bumped into this Miss Mao who ran out and rushed in immediately. There was only one person at the front desk in the store."

As he spoke, Zhai Xinhou looked at the corner of the room.

Chen Xiang followed his gaze and saw the receptionist sitting slumped on a stool, with her elbows on her knees, her head lowered, and her long hair covering her face.

Zhai Xinhou continued: "As soon as we entered, the front desk told us that it was all her fault. Even the supplier and the method of supply were explained in a series, stiffly as if she had just memorized it, for fear that she would forget to tell her the crime later. .”

Chen Xiangyin was a little surprised that the front desk would pick up the slack. He Chongtian said before that he got the news from the front desk lady.

In other words, she is not a loyal person.

wrong.

She may be extremely loyal, so loyal that Lin Qiaozhu knows everything about her.

So when He Chongtian tried to get the delivery information from her, she told the truth and added fuel to the fire.

But...why?

Chen Xiang asked Zhai Xinhou: "Can I ask her a few words?"

Zhai Xinhou thought for a while and touched the hat on his head: "This... is difficult to handle."

Chen Xiangyin: "You also know that she is the best. You called me before and asked me questions. I didn't say much, but you should know that I know a lot."

After saying that, he smiled to ease the atmosphere and patted the outside of Zhai Xinhou's arm.

"The murderer of the missing women is not Lin Qiaozhu, but the murderer of the serial deaths of men is."

Zhai Xinhou suddenly widened his eyes, coughed and cleared his throat, "What do you want to ask? I will convey it to you."

"I didn't see her, so I don't know what to ask. If you're really worried, why don't you go to the head office with me?"

Zhai Xinhou thought: "Are there any important clues in the case of serial death of men?"

Chen Xiang raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Yes, I will tell you later."

"Okay." Zhai Xinhou did not push any further and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

The silent crane beside him smoked three cigarettes in a row, unable to suppress his irritation.

Du Hongqiu's words lingered, saying that Chen Xiangyin didn't like small-minded men.

He didn't think he was being petty, but he was annoyed when he saw Chen Xiangyin joking with other men.

Unable to bear it any longer, He Tongtian threw away the cigarette butt, quickly exhaled the smoke, took a long step forward, and followed.

Chen Xiang walked up to the front desk lady. Before she could speak, the lady suddenly tilted her head and raised half of her face.

Her small face was obscured by her hair, and she smiled softly, causing agarwood to send chills down her spine.

There were several red ulcers on the front desk lady's face, large and small, and they twitched as she raised the corners of her mouth.

Chen Xiangyin and Zhai Xinhou suddenly squeezed into the sky.

He is tall, so crowded, he has a strong presence.

"This fester was not there when I saw him in the morning." He Chongtian said calmly.

Zhai Xinhou was disapproving of He Soaring's sudden intrusion and asked the receptionist, "What disease do you have?"

The front desk lady screamed in surprise, trying to touch her cheek with her fingertips but hesitated, her eyes turning left and right in fear.

"Ah... I did it all, it's all me! Take me away! Take me away!"

The lady at the front desk was hoarse, trembling, and her fingertips dug into the round ulcer on her face.

"Ah!!" As if she was stimulated, the receptionist suddenly rubbed her face and scratched the ulcer until it was bloody. Chen Xiang quickly controlled her hands with his eyes: "Don't move! It's a pity to ruin such a beautiful face."

The front desk lady stopped immediately and looked at Chen Xiangyin blankly: "Yeah... what a pity."

Caught off guard, the lady at the front desk suddenly struggled and rushed to the cosmetics cabinet aside, "You will look beautiful if you put on a facial mask!"

The locker was knocked over, and the situation got out of control for a while. The police quickly controlled the front desk lady.

Chen Xiangyin had already guessed the answer and whispered next to Zhai Xinhou.

"Those men were killed by the fox fairy raised by Lin Qiaozhu. If the fox fairy is not under human control, I will deal with it."

Without waiting for Zhai Xinhou's reaction, Chen Xiangyin pulled He Chongtian's arm and exited the store.

He Chongtian stretched out his arms somewhat helpfully and let her pull her away. He leaned back slightly and followed her step by step.

As he walked, he complained: "I'm really willing to go out of my way for that technological face."

She loves beauty to the point of morbidity, and is willing to perish in order to maintain her appearance.

She didn't kill anyone, and she won't go to jail. As long as she is loyal to Lin Qiaozhu, she can get what she wants.

Agarwood does not understand the ingredients of skin care products, and the facial mask cream mixed with human fat and applied with evil methods will have side effects once it is stopped.

She couldn't help with how to recover, but she guessed that it would be like withdrawal. After a bad period, she would slowly recover.

Chen Xiangyin was not worried that Lin Qiaozhu would escape. In fact, she was satisfied with the current result.

The beauty salon was closed down. If something like this happened, even if it reopened later, no one would dare to come.

It's only a matter of time before we close the store.

If the bathing center is closed indefinitely for rectification, it will not be long before it cannot support its basic costs and will go bankrupt.

Fangyuan Teahouse was taken over by Pang Xianshun. Even if Lin Qiaozhu got the cash, she was still a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

Lin Qiaozhu lost three businesses and must want to invest in new ones.

Back in the car, Chen Xiang folded his arms on the dashboard, rested his head on his arms, and tilted his head to watch the cranes soar into the sky.

The profile of He Tongtian's face is straight and sharp. The red and blue light outside the car window alternately illuminates him brightly and darkly. His black hair is scattered in front of his forehead, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"He Chongtian, I want to open an embroidery workshop in the tourist resort on the north peak of your Qingshan Mountain."

"Huh?" He Chongtian turned his face with interest and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "It's easy to say, I'll save a front for you."

Chen Xiangyin raised his hand and rubbed his earlobes, and said lazily: "It's not a facade, the embroidery workshop needs a big piece of land."

……

Chen Xiangyin told He Chongtian his thoughts and also told He Chongtian his plan.

The people who borrowed Du Hongqiu's money, rented He Chongtian's land, and used Chu Jinglun... gave dividends to Du Hongqiu, promoted tourism benefits to He Chongtian, and gave commissions to Chu Jinglun.

The idea is quite good, and it can indeed be implemented. The economic benefits and social value are both very good.

He Chongtian admired him, but his face was dark.

The metal lighter lit up with a click, and He Chongtian said leisurely: "I have money, and I also have people."

"Then I can't catch you doing it alone. I'll just tell you whether you're willing to help me." Chen Xiangyin took the lighter from his hand.

He Chongtian was silent for a long time: "Do you mind Mr. Du's coffin? And Chu Jinglun may not be able to stay in Qingshan City for long, so it is unreliable."

How long Chu Jinglun will stay in Qingshan depends on the medicine used by the old Chinese medicine doctor to kill him. There are many uncertain factors, ranging from half a year to three years.

Chen Xiangyin was about to refute, but He Chongtian made a preemptive strike: "It will take at least two years to build the resort, and at least three years after your embroidery workshop opens. Don't even think about going back to your roots in the first year."

Chen Xiangyin thought about it carefully, it was really such a thing, but...

"You provide the money, the people, and the land. What's the difference between that and running your own business?"

"There is a difference, I invest and you drive." After He Chongtian said this, he put out the smoke and started the car.

There was a bang.

The conversation changed: "It's almost dawn. Will the investors treat you to some mutton soup?"