But now that it has fallen into this state, it's really...he can only blame himself.
Feng Yuchen frowned as he looked at the house. He hated useless people the most.
It is fair to say that a person cannot afford to live a responsible life on his own one-third of an acre of land, but this person obviously has a house, and even for such a civilian house in this city, the rent is not too low.
But to be made like this by this man, it is true that you can forgive yourself for the sins committed by God, but you will not be able to survive if you commit the sins yourself.
The courtyard behind the broken door was dark and silent, and it had just fallen into the night, but there was not even a light inside.
If someone hadn't been watching before, the man had returned to the yard but no one had come out. This situation would have made one wonder if there was anyone inside.
When they arrived, a bodyguard sneaked in cautiously, but within a minute, the bodyguard hurried out.
His face changed drastically and he said: "The person is dead."
What? Dead?
Yingran was stunned, glared at the man, and immediately ran in, intending to go and confirm.
But Feng Yuchen didn't have that much time to wait. As soon as Yingran walked in with his front foot, he followed with his back foot.
The yard inside is indeed not small, with houses on all sides. The door of the house directly opposite the gate is open. As soon as you get closer, a stench comes from it.
The arsonist was lying on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room.
The living room was a mess, with rubbish mixed in with the furniture in the room, all in a mess, and it was hard to tell which ones could be used and which ones couldn't be used.
The dust on the table was so dirty that you could use a ruler to measure its thickness.
"What's going on?" Feng Yuchen looked at the dead arsonist lying on the ground with his eyes widened and foaming at the mouth. He was both shocked by the speed of those people's movements and angry that he had cut off the clues.
Yingran quickly walked over, endured the stench, and took a closer look. Then he stood up and concluded: "He died of a drug overdose."
After hearing this conclusion, Feng Yuchen really felt like he was going to pick this man up and beat him up again.
Taking drugs? He died sooner or later, but he died at this time? Is it a coincidence or an intentional move by a caring person?
"Notify the police station and take the body back." Feng Yuchen looked at the dead man angrily. After a while, he quickly turned around and said: "Go to sea."
He has wasted too much time. Since the person is dead, the first priority is to go to sea and find clues in person.
,,,,,,
Thousands of miles away, deep in the South China Sea, on a small island with flowers blooming everywhere.
Mo Xuan sat on the foot of the bed with her knees bent, looking up at the stars in the sky.
Behind her is a large round bed as soft as a cloud. The bed is next to the bright and clear floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The roof connected to the glass windows is now completely open, revealing the stars in the sky.
Under the bed is a larger circular platform, with a height difference of about half a meter from the ground inside the house.
And outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, under the night sky, there are colorful flowers vying for glory.
Mo Xuan and the bed behind her are like the darling of this house, like the most beautiful elf in the deep sea of flowers between heaven and earth.
It's really beautiful here, so beautiful, as beautiful as a dream.
Dream, maybe it really is a dream!
In the dream, she was in a paradise full of flowers and fragrant air, but she learned the sad news that her son was dead.
When she wakes up from her dream, the beautiful scenery in front of her will disappear, and her son will appear fine and call her mommy sweetly.