The next day, early morning.

Qin Lang was awakened by the vibrating sound of his cell phone.

Bloody Mandala felt uncomfortable and took the phone from the bedside, stuffed it into Qin Lang's hand, and said full of resentment:

"I'm so sleepy! Who is this so early in the morning?

I don’t know if I want you to have a good rest? Why do you want to call me at this time?”

Qin Lang glanced at the incoming call reminder and saw that it was Chu Mengyao. He didn't want to and hung up directly.

By the way, he also turned off his cell phone and threw it aside, "Don't worry about her, just keep sleeping."

Pulling the quilt and hugging the bloody mandala, Qin Lang closed his eyes again.

I slept until noon,

Before he woke up in a daze, he could vaguely smell the aroma of food.

He opened his eyes, moved his body, leaned against the bed, and lit a cigarette.

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I saw that Blood Mandala had brought a small folding table and placed it beside the bed in the bedroom. There were several dishes on it, all divided on plates.

Seeing Qin Lang puffing away contentedly and looking here, Bloody Mandala said with some confidence, "These dishes are all takeaways. I don't know how to cook. You just have to eat something to fill your stomach."

.”

As a professional killer, is it okay for her to stab someone with a knife, but with a spatula? She really doesn't know how to start.

I could only order a few takeaways and distribute them on plates, pretending that they were home-cooked dishes. I was caught by glimpses of them, but I could only be served honestly.

"It doesn't matter what you do, as long as it comes to your mind." Qin Lang smiled playfully, "I still remember that when you saw me before, you were always ready to fight me and stab me with a knife. I didn't expect that this would happen.

How long?

Not only can I sleep peacefully in your home, but I can also have delicious food to fill my stomach when I wake up."

After extinguishing most of the remaining cigarette in the ashtray, Qin Lang turned over, walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up a piece of pickled fish, but was cut off by the bloody mandala with his hand. He shook his head and urged.

He said, "Go and wash your face and brush your teeth quickly, otherwise, you are not allowed to eat."

Qin Lang was suspicious, "Who is a killer and has such a mysophobia?"

In his opinion, shouldn't killers eat and sleep in the open? Sometimes, in order to stay in the station, they may eat irregularly for several days in a row, and they also pay attention to whether to brush their teeth before eating or not?

Bloody Mandala ignored him, took a bottle of mouthwash, handed it to Qin Lang's hand, and asked him to rinse his mouth. At the same time, he used a wet towel to wipe away the lipstick marks on his face.

When I couldn't see the patches of lipstick, I breathed a sigh of relief.

A rare feeling of embarrassment rose in her heart. She didn't know what was going on. She was obviously not this kind of person before, but last night, she seemed to have gone crazy, hugging Qin Lang and chewing on it, leaving lipstick marks on her face.

She made up her mind that she would never do something like this again next time.

How outrageous!

She doesn't look like she's in the top three killers. How is this her style?

She is a gold medal killer who is proud of her profession!

Next time, definitely don’t… put on lipstick again!

"By the way, who made the ignorant call this morning?" Blood Mandala asked curiously, while scooping up a bowl of wolfberry pork ribs soup and placing it in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang glanced down, drank it all in one gulp, sipped a few wolfberries, and said nonchalantly, "Chu Mengyao, who else could it be? She probably knew the news of Lin Shuangshen's death, like

I found some clues and I'm going to find trouble."

"It's her again?" Bloody Mandala frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Qin Lang deliberately joked, "What, you want to do it?"

Bloody Mandala shook his head, "That's not possible. As a killer, I am professional. How could I kill people for no reason? After all, I have to be paid before I can do it."

"Even I have to pay?" Qin Lang stared at Bloody Mandala's eyes, trying to see her little thoughts, but unexpectedly, Bloody Mandala was reasonable, "Others' words can still be discussed, but

This Chu Mengyao, although I find her very unhappy, but this woman seems to have some relationship with her sister and is very close to her."

Qin Lang hesitated for a while, "What do you mean?"

Bloody Mandala scooped up another bowl of wolfberry pork ribs soup, placed it in front of Qin Lang, and said slowly and unhurriedly, "I have to pay more."

"Cough cough cough!" Qin Lang coughed suddenly and choked.

Bloody Mandala rolled her eyes charmingly in annoyance, "I know this soup is good for the body, but don't be so anxious!"

A one-hour meal was a waste of sixty minutes.

The layman who adds money and scoops up the wolfberry pork ribs soup again and again has a straight-female connotation in it, just like a girl saying she has a stomachache and a boy saying to drink more hot water.

Last night Qin Lang complained that his waist was a little sore, but he was forced to drink five bowls of wolfberry pork ribs soup.

After finishing the meal, Blood Mandala started again. While packing up his clothes, he fiddled with his night clothes, and also began to select from the murder weapons on the wall.

Qin Lang was just about to leave, glanced at it, and said strangely, "What? There is another mission tonight?"

"Yeah." Bloody Mandala didn't even look back, "I'll tell my sister later that I want to go out, temporarily paralyze her nerves, and then come back and deal with Chu Mengyao."

One sentence made Qin Lang confused, "Ah... I didn't say I wanted to pay you!"

"No money, don't be nervous." Bloody Mandala shook his head, carrying a pair of pure black night clothes, and looked back, "As long as you come here again tonight, this mission will be worth it!"

Damn it!

Qin Lang, a veritable villain, was a little shocked when he encountered such a scene.

Damn it, how do you feel, Bloody Mandala is the villain boss?

It's okay if you don't care about money, but you dare to covet his body?

No wonder, I forced myself to eat five bowls of wolfberry pork ribs soup in one go.

Damn it, it’s been planned for a long time!

After wasting more than half an hour to calm down Blood Mandala's impetuous mood, Qin Lang went out.

He just made a joke, and now Chu Mengyao has already taken the bait.

Get rid of it, isn’t that a fool’s errand?!

After getting into the Maybach that had been waiting outside the community for a long time, Jun Zi drove the car smoothly and rushed towards the address Chu Mengyao sent.

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Yulongwan Villa Area, King of Buildings.

The door of Chu Mengyao's house is open, waiting for a long time.

"You brought a bodyguard with you? Why, do you think you are a grown man and are you worried about being bullied by a girl like me?"

Chu Mengyao snorted softly and glanced at the soldiers who followed him in, feeling a little dissatisfied.

There was a deep resentment in the beautiful eyes staring at Qin Lang!

"You think there are too many people? Shall I leave?" Qin Lang stood up.

Chu Mengyao snorted angrily, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Do you feel guilty, or do you feel that what you did did not end well, and you want to go back and ask your connections to solve it?"

There was a sense of compulsion in her words, her beautiful eyes were full of confidence, and she had a wise and comprehensive view of the overall situation.

Qin Lang was happy and was not in a hurry. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with interest, "Your tone seems to have grabbed me for something, what do you think? Keep talking, don't worry,

Everyone here is our own people, there is no need to be secretive."

"Are you sure?" Chu Mengyao glanced at Jun Zi, "Aren't you afraid that others will find out about the bad things you have done? Lin..."

She hesitated to speak, as if to remind her.

"Lin what? Lin Shuangquan? No, no, don't you think Lin Shuangquan's death has something to do with me?" Qin Lang looked at Chu Meng with a sneer on his face, as if looking at a fool.

Yao.

This performance simply drove Chu Mengyao crazy.

She had guessed that Qin Lang would behave, be nervous, get angry, or even threaten her.

But I never expected that he would be acting like this now. He didn't care at all, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Qin Lang, don't go too far! If others don't know, how can I not know?

Lin Shuangquan's death was definitely no accident! How in the world could such a coincidence happen?

After you defrauded him of 1.2 billion, he suddenly died suddenly?

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if you didn’t ask someone to do it, Lin Shuangquan’s death is inseparably related to you!”

Chu Mengyao scolded angrily, and the anger in her heart suddenly rose.

"So, what do you mean? What do you want me to do?" Qin Lang glanced at the soldiers who were waiting in formation beside him casually.

If outsiders saw Jun Zi's reaction, they might think that he was nervous and would take action in the next second to control Chu Mengyao.

But who is Qin Lang? Does he still know what Junzi is thinking in his mind?
To be continued...