The Villain’s Little Cutie

They asked Ji Ran again as usual.

Of course, there is only one good word.

Because Feng Qiao sent food and pot a few days ago, Ji Ran had no reason not to say yes.

Finally, knocked on Feng Qiao's door.

The moment the door opened.

A strong smell of wine came from the shop.

The curtains are also drawn.

The room is dark

It is enough to show the distress of the male owner after the woman's death.

"Sorry, the smell inside is not good, you forgive me."

Feng Qiao said mildly, and with apology, stepped forward and opened the curtains.

The mess in the full house appeared, and there were still crooked wine bottles on the ground.

but……

In addition to the blue and gray in Feng Qiao's eyes.

There is no alcohol on his body.

The police understood: "You can't come back from death, young man, you still have to live a good life. Ms. Lin Jiamei knows that you love her so much, and seeing you like this makes me feel uncomfortable."

Feng Qiao nodded, his face sad.

Asi only peeked his head inside, then retracted, the smell was too great.

Xiao Mei still leaned on the wall to stroke her hair, raising her eyes and sweeping it coldly.

Suddenly said: "It's gone."

Assi turned around, "Nothing is gone."

Xiao Mei stroked it again and again, and said, "No, the wedding photos are gone."

As Shi endured the smell and walked in, Ji Ran was by his side.

She walked to the living room and looked at the blank space above the sofa. There were obvious nail marks on the four corners.

She frowned and pulled Ji Ran's hand.

"There should be wedding photos there."

The little girl's hands were warm and soft.

Ji Ran was taken aback and quickly withdrew his hand.

The ice cold in his eyes showed signs of cracking.

He looked down at the little girl's profile, his eyelashes quivered, and then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Without realizing it, Asi grabbed Ji Ran's hand and tugged.

"Go and tell them that there should be wedding photos here, now they are gone."

Ji Ran also caught a glimpse of the nails at the corners, but this did not arouse his interest.

In comparison, the warm touch in his hands made him feel more uncomfortable.

He withdrew his hand again.

Said: "Feng Qiao, I heard that you are about to get engaged with your girlfriend. Are there any wedding photos hanging there?"

Feng Qiao was taken aback, then suddenly bowed his head.

Sobbed: "I always wanted to marry Jiamei, and the wedding photos were taken early, but she died..."

Ji Ran frowned, "Where are the wedding photos now?"

Feng Qiao: "I put it away. As soon as I saw the wedding photos, my heart hurts so much. She will soon become my wife. Why... why should I commit suicide!"

He looked miserable.

After Ji Ran asked what Asi wanted to ask, he fell silent.

Just spinning around in the house.

The footsteps suddenly stopped in the bathroom.

Looking inside with dark eyes.

Feng Qiao walked over, his voice filled with grief.

"The day before Jiamei committed suicide, she told me where we should choose for our honeymoon, but the next night...she cut her wrists in the bathtub and committed suicide..."

Ji Ran pushed the door.

Sure enough, I saw the bathtub full of water, mixed with blood.

Because it was the site, it was not cleaned up.

The body was taken back to the police station.

Ji Ran stared inside.

Suddenly frowned.

Hostile.

The hostility here is heavy.

Assi also saw the scene inside.

Small mouth squeezed.

His eyes flashed when he looked at Feng Qiao.

Not suicide.

Not suicide.

It must not be suicide.

Because there is full of resentment coiled in it.

Even Asi could feel that as soon as he entered the bathroom, he was enveloped by the resentment of the full house.

It's icy.