Death is not terrible, the most terrible thing is the way to death.
Du Qingyu is like this right now. She doesn't know what will be waiting for her next.
The fear now was so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.
"Wow...woo woo..."
As the eldest lady of the family, when has she ever experienced such horrific oppression?
She finally couldn't help it and burst into tears.
Feng Lin turned around, let go of the other party's hair, and grabbed her shoulders.
Click!
Click!
"Ah!!! Bastard! Wuwu..."
Du Qingyu's arms suddenly drooped down, severe pain rushed straight to her forehead, and she fell to the ground in pain.
"Don't worry, it's just a dislocation, so you don't have to sneak up on me while we're playing."
Feng Lin hummed a little tune, unzipped the other party's casual clothes, and put the jacket next to him, "It's the same problem as before. Tell me and I'll let you go."
"Wuwu...I won't say anything!"
Although Du Qingyu is scared, she has strong self-confidence and must not embarrass her mother.
Because he was still wearing a mask, and the mask was covered in blood.
When speaking, it was very unclear.
Feng Lin used a dagger to cut the string of the mask, exposing her face.
You can still clearly see the blood on her mouth.
"kindness?"
Feng Lin was startled. Why did he feel familiar?
He wiped the blood on his face with a mask, gradually revealing the woman's true appearance.
His expression was frozen for a long time.
"Fuck!"
Feng Lin immediately took out the photos from his pocket and turned to one of the women wearing a white dress.
He pinched the other person's face carefully and found that they were indeed the same person.
"Let me ask you something, is this person you?"
Feng Lin pointed the photo at Du Qingyu.
Du Qingyu was still crying bitterly, but she glanced at the photo and asked with a choked voice: "Why do you have my photo?"
"Grass!"
Feng Lin cursed secretly, it couldn't be such a coincidence, how could it be possible?
What about writing a novel? What about making a movie?
"Let me ask you something first. Are you familiar with the name Feng Lin?" Feng Lin wanted to make sure.
"Feng Lin? You still have my photo...could it be that you are my fiancé?"
Du Qingyu suddenly screamed, and then started crying loudly.
"Grandma's! It's indeed you."
Feng Lin immediately grabbed her arms and connected them.
If my father knew that he beat his fiancée like this, he might beat himself to death.
Du Qingyu endured the severe pain and kept kicking Feng Lin.
I was kicking and crying at the same time, looking heartbroken.
Feng Lin had no choice but to stand here.
"This is not my fault. Since you know I am your fiancé, why did you kill me?"
Feng Lin picked up the coat from the ground and put it on her body.
"I've never met you! I thought you had the same name as him." Du Qingyu wiped her tears and stood up unsteadily from the ground.
Feng Lin immediately supported her.
"Go away! Don't touch me! I want to break off the engagement with you! I will never marry you even if I die! Woohoo!"
Du Qingyu shook off Feng Lin's hand and wiped her tears.
"There are such good things... No, are you sure?" Feng Lin asked solemnly.
In fact, when he knew that his fiancée was a killer, Feng Lin immediately dismissed her.
This is so far from my ideal woman.
Marrying a killer is better than taking Xu Ruoying home.
"Of course! Even if you kneel down and beg me, I will not marry you."
Du Qingyu wiped her tears with her sleeves and said fiercely.
Feng Lin clapped vigorously and couldn't help laughing, "Okay! Then forget about our marriage. Remember to tell your family that you proposed it first."
"you……"
Du Qingyu was a little confused, this was different from what he thought.
According to common sense, Feng Lin should not apologize to himself immediately and then plead for him to stay.
After all, it is an honor to marry someone as beautiful and distinguished as her.
"By the way, sister, although we have broken off our engagement, we are still friends. Please give up the task of assassinating me."
Feng Lin, who was about to leave, turned back and said.
"Hmph! Do you think I will give up? Anyway, you are not the only one who will be assassinated this time."
Du Qingyu stood up unsteadily and shouted to Feng Lin's back.
"Normally, I'm a very talkative person, but don't touch your nose or face." Feng Lin showed a faint smile, "It will kill you."
After saying that, Feng Lin put his hands in his trouser pockets and left here.
"You will die!"
Du Qingyu cursed fiercely. When she saw Feng Lin leaving, she immediately took out a small mirror from her pocket and tidied the blood on her hair and face.
…
Feng Lin just returned home and found a Chery parked in front of his house. He remembered that the license plate number was Lan Rou's car.
"I was just about to call you."
Lanrou opened the window, stuck her head out and smiled.
"What's the matter?" Feng Lin walked over and sat in the passenger seat.
"My grandpa has something to ask you about, and I don't know what it is."
Lan Rou stepped on the accelerator, turned around and left.
In the Lan family's manor, Lan He was doing Tai Chi on the lawn of the yard. When he saw Feng Lin coming in, he smiled and said hello, "Good afternoon."
"Don't be so polite, what's the matter?"
Feng Lin stood beside Lan He with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Xiaorou, I'll have a chat with him alone."
Lan He glanced at Lan Rou and said with a smile.
"cut."
Lanrou puffed her lips slightly and headed to the villa in the distance.
There are only two people left here, Feng Lin and Lan He.
"I have something to tell you." Lan He looked at Feng Lin and pointed at the sky, "The higher ups got news and discovered the whereabouts of Liu Nian."
Feng Lin, who was originally as calm as water, suddenly had ice-cold eyes.
This woman is No. 3 who once died on the night.
That traitor.
"Aren't you curious where she is?"
Lan He asked in surprise, originally thinking that he would be eager to ask.
"I have retired. There are so many masters in Wujie who shocked the world. If you want to kill her, you don't need to notify me." Feng Lin explained calmly.
"She appeared in Wang Village in the south of the Yangtze River. The exact location is in the cemetery outside the village, in front of Wang Lin's tomb."
Wang Lin is the number six on the dead night.
Feng Lin clenched his fists secretly, was he pretending to be compassionate?
If it hadn't been for her, Wang Lin would not have died.
"She showed up there and deliberately left a memory card with only a recording for you."
Lan He took out his mobile phone and explained while clicking, "I have to say that Liu Nian is very smart, because this is the fastest way to find you."
A very intellectual female voice came from the mobile phone:
"Hello boss, I'm Liu Nian. I'm sorry that I can't meet you face to face. After all, I am the person who knows you best. I can't survive more than ten seconds meeting you."
"In the first five seconds, you will recall our past, and then you will spend two seconds hesitating whether to kill me or not. After that, you will think about Lao Liu, and in the last few seconds, I will die."
"I left some good things for the boss, familiar websites, familiar passwords, help me say hello to the second master, I love you."
The sound on the phone disappeared.
"Feng Lin, now you know why I'm looking for you? Now that you've retired, hand over the things she gave you."
Lan He put the phone away, raised his eyes and said.
"Let me use your home computer." Feng Lin said expressionlessly.
Lan He pointed to the stone table next to him, with a black notebook on it, "That's a specially made one. You must know Liu Nian's hacking skills better than I do."
Feng Lin nodded, came to the stone table, and opened his laptop. He was also curious about what the other party would give him.