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

Chapter 33 33. Cell phone before death

Li Jingcai accidentally caught a glimpse of Chen Xiangyin's white neck dripping with sweat, and a hint of red at the corner of her mouth, thinking it was lipstick.

He immediately lowered his head: "I... saw that it was Shen Ji Tailor's order, so I came over to deliver it myself."

Chen Xiangyin combed her hair and fastened the collar of her cheongsam: "Please go for a run in such heavy snow."

"No trouble, you...paint?"

"Correct."

"What are you painting? Do you need so much paint?"

Li Jingcai stood at the door. The wind blew snowflakes onto his eyelashes, making him blink.

"Painting murals." She had no intention of continuing the topic.

"You need so much paint, it's not a small painting, right? I don't have anything to do in the afternoon, so I can help..." Li Jingcai didn't finish his words, and his powerful hand suddenly grabbed the door and pushed it open.

Behind the door, there is a crane towering up to the sky.

This is a man who makes every man feel ashamed when he sees him.

He Chongtian's inner white shirt was open to his lower abdomen, and his body was slashed with a knife and axe, with a pure black green dragon tattooed on it.

There is a complete lipstick mark on the corner of the clothes.

Li Jingcai's heart was tumbling. He could neither walk nor stand. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

The next second, the door was closed by the crane.

It's snowing heavily and it's quite cold.

He heard the low and hoarse voice of He Soaring on the other side of the door: "It's snowing pretty quickly. If you can solve it with money, don't waste your legs in the future."

Li Jingcai smiled bitterly, turned around and walked towards his store, his steps getting heavier as he walked.

The snow was too thick. In a daze, he tripped and fell into the snow.

He simply turned over and lay down, his glasses lenses frosted with hot tears.

He suddenly felt that living was boring, and he would never be able to turn around again in this life.

How great would it be if hundreds of thousands dropped from the sky?
  Then his life can get better, right?

Rongrong can also sign up for winter camp like other children.

……

The agarwood is used to count the paints, and the crane rises to the sky to pour and drink from the teapot.

She looked back at him: "Are you happy?"

"Ah."

"Are you going to eat something?"

"No, Zhou is on his way."

Chenxiang said that he was really ruthless.

Just as he was thinking this, He Chongtian answered: "Send the mobile phone over. Wang Cuilan's mobile phone data has been restored."

……

Biluo Xiaoya and Li Jingcai were warming themselves by the stove. He had been lying in the snow for too long and his clothes were soaked.

Wu Guihua was cooking in the kitchen, deliberately throwing pots and pans with clinking sounds.

Rongrong missed her mother again and cried for her.

Ever since he came back, Wu Guihua hasn't stopped talking, saying that even though he is such an adult, he can still get his clothes wet, and that winter clothes are not easy to wash.

He was full of grievances and complained, saying that he saw agarwood making men feel ashamed, and was ridiculed by Wu Guihua, saying that he had no future.

The phone rang, and when I looked down, it was the debt collector again.

Li Jingcai covered his head to avoid the sounds around him, his expression silent and ferocious.

As soon as I closed my eyes, agarwood-like figure appeared in my mind.

When will this day end...

Snow was still falling outside the door. In the Biluo Ancient Town under the night sky, a big black G drove in and rolled over the snow all the way to the door of Shen Ji Tailoring.

The loud DJ music stopped suddenly, Zhou Zheng got out of the car while chewing candy, and knocked on the door.

Chen Xiangyin was applying paint on the wall on tiptoes at this time.

The elegant lotus color is outlined with a single stroke, and the entire petals gradually become hazy, as if in fog.

When Zhou Zheng came in, he first looked at He Chongtian and said, "Brother!" Then he looked at Chen Xiangyin and said, "Can you still draw?"

Her tone was perfunctory: "I know a lot."

"The phone is fully charged." Hearing what Zhou Zheng said, Chen Xiangyin shook the pen in his hand and drew the goldfish's tail longer.

Sitting on the tea table, he took over the operation of the mobile phone, fiddled with it for a few times and then handed it to He Chongtian: "You can do it."

She doesn't know much.

Zhou Zheng was enthusiastic: "The previous chat software has also restored login and chat records."

"Brother, who owns this phone? Does it belong to Mr. Zhou and his grandsons?"

Zhou Zheng was not polite when he said this.

The "Old and Bastard Zhou" in his mouth refers to Mr. Zhou in the auditorium.

The meal with Mr. Zhou at noon flashed through He Chongtian's mind.

Some trance.

A sea of ​​blood appeared in front of his eyes.

Redder than the red maple tree in the yard.

His heartbeat quickened and he suppressed his uneasy excitement: "Zhou Zheng, go and wait for me in the car." Zhou Zheng looked at the two of them and said, "Brother, how long do you have? I have an appointment with my girlfriend tonight, no, we can't stay up all night."

He Chongtian said: "Right away."

After Zhou Zheng went out, Chen Xiangyin came to the screen to watch.

How much secrets can a cell phone reveal about a person?

He Chongtian clicked on Wang Cuilan's chat software.

Pinned dialog box: The user has logged out.

It's Liu Ze.

[Liu Ze: I will pick you up when I think of a solution. 】

[Wang Cuilan: I don’t want this child... I’m so scared... Why can’t I call the police? 】

[Liu Ze: Don’t alert the snake. You take good care of your child. As long as it is your child, we will cherish it. 】

[Liu Ze: The Ximaan is given in water, one pill a day. After you finish it, I will come see you again. 】

[Wang Cuilan: I want to eat Chenji Pork Buns from Biluo Ancient Town... Can you bring some for me next time you come? 】

[Liu Ze: OK. The phone is hidden, don’t contact me recently. 】

Then came the chat records three months later. Wang Cuilan sent numerous messages, but Liu Ze did not reply.

Wang Cuilan's lovesickness and dependence gradually turned into talking to herself.

The despair she felt during that time spills from the lines onto the screen.

"Chen Ji Baozi..." Chen Xiangyin read slowly, his tone a little jumpy.

"Is there something wrong with this bun shop?"

"No, it's delicious." She sounded a little disappointed, and then raised her voice: "Do you think the sentence "we will cherish it" is weird."

He nodded to the sky: "Who else is there among us?"

Read on.

[Liu Ze: That day is coming soon. A new world will be opened because of you. Yaoyao, you are the forerunner of the new world! 】

[Wang Cuilan: That day our family will be happy together. I have a big appetite recently. I guess I am pregnant with a fat boy. 】

[Liu Ze: Have you taken the pills on time? 】

[Wang Cuilan: Now that we’ve finished eating, what exactly is the new world you’re talking about? I'm looking forward to it. 】

[Liu Ze: You will see it with your own eyes when the time comes. Is it convenient to make a video? 】

Then came the 20-minute video. After it ended, Wang Cuilan did not reply to the message.

About two months ago, Liu Ze sent two more messages.

[Liu Ze: Are you about to give birth? 】

[Liu Ze:? 】

At this point, he realized that the phone might have been discovered and taken by her family.

His purpose has always been clear. I don't know if Wang Cuilan is stupid or if he only has this glimmer of hope left to pray for.

Scroll down further, and there is nothing useful. She did not reply to the messages that Mango and the others sent her later.

There was only one group chat, which seemed weird.

The group name is 2:2.

There is no chat record in it, only a group chat video record with a call duration of one minute.

What's strange is that after the video ended, more than 50 members of the group left the group chat one after another.

The group leader and Wang Cuilan are left.

The group leader showed that his account had been logged out and he was Liu Ze.

Wang Cuilan should have been imprisoned at that time, so she did not withdraw.

"What organization is this?" Chen Xiang asked.

Why do these people have such fancy nicknames?

Various symbols for decoration.

She didn't understand, but He Chongtian understood a little bit: "It seems that the target group of this group is very clear."

"How to say?"

"They are all lost young people like Wang Cuilan."

"This kind of people lack spiritual sustenance and are more likely to be deceived? Look at something else, the photo album." Chen Xiang said.

Opening the photo album, there were only a few photos in it, most of which were of her belly.

"Eh? This is it?" Chen Xiang pointed out his hand and clicked on the first photo on the phone.

At first glance, it looks like a scene in Mahe Village, but there is a figure in the distance.

It's very far away and can't be seen without looking carefully.

Like Liu Ze secretly photographed by Wang Cuilan.

Why does this back look familiar?

She's definitely seen it.

But I couldn't get along with anyone. Maybe I met him on the road in the ancient town.

Liu Ze knew about Chenji Baozi Shop, and his life circle might be nearby.

Agarwood sent a chill down his back, such a terrible devil was dormant in the dark.

Could he have been watching her in the dark?
  (End of this chapter)