Top beloved wife: Mistakenly provoking arrogant president - Chapter 987

After coming out of the villa, Gu Li thought of a person inexplicably.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll wait for you to come to me. I’m also investigating this matter. It will help you a lot.”

Yes, I forgot him!

Although we still don’t know the source of the person’s identity, or whether he is good or bad, or why he is involved in all these things, he is helping.

And depending on that person’s ability, we should have investigated a lot of information.

The front row of dynasty smell a way to feel oneself ask to go out of words all sink into the sea: “madam, how do you feel?”

“Before I went to investigate the four girls, I thought of another person who might have information in his hand.”

Tu Nan pointed his finger behind her: “madam, that’s what you’re talking about.”

As soon as Gu Li turned his head, there was a man standing outside the window, still full of healthy air and Miao red. He gently knocked on the glass with his hand: “Miss Gu, we can have a good talk now.”

Ten minutes later, the attached cafe.

The man is very relaxed. He seems to be on holiday on the beach. His leisurely appearance is in sharp contrast to Gu Li and his party: “let me introduce myself. My name is Fang Qian. My career is mysterious. Miss Gu and I are old friends. The reason why I will investigate this case is for special reasons, but I don’t worry, I’ll do my best. I won’t make trouble at all

Worried toward smell a fist hit on the table, the cup of coffee shake out a lot, he bit his teeth said: “say the point!”

Gu Ligan explained with a smile: “Mr. Fang, these polite words are unnecessary. Time is urgent. You can directly say the matter itself. No matter what the reason is, you have no choice but to conflict with us. We have no problem.”

“Well, I’ll start.”

“First of all, I have guessed what Lin Ping told you. I have investigated the four girls. I have guessed what happened to Lin shuangshuangshuang that night.”

He still took out a thick pile of documents from his backpack. When Fang Qian patted them on the table, he said in a solemn tone: “Lin Shuangshuang is likely to be threatened.”

Carlsey School of management is not an aristocratic school. On the contrary, it has excellent teachers, government support and high score requirements. Lin shuangshuangshuang was admitted to this school with his teeth clenched.

Most of the students in this school are ordinary families.

Miss Lin is naturally very popular in school. Almost all the four little girls who play with her have the idea of holding their thighs after graduation. Lin shuangshuangshuang knows what they are thinking and has been used to this kind of thing since childhood.

Generally speaking, they are neither distant nor pure. They usually go out for a meal when they have time, but they will never talk with each other.

It is reported that their arrival that night, Lin Shuangshuang’s phone call, said it was to come out for a meal.

We met in a humble private restaurant. All four people flattered Lin shuangshuangshuang’s existence, so they didn’t dare to put forward their opinions. They arrived at the restaurant early at 8:00 that evening.

But unexpectedly, this accident is enough to change their lives.

On the spot, they were immediately controlled by countless people in black. They were all tied up and thrown on the ground.

A man in black called and seemed to be discussing something. At last, the discussion collapsed. One of the girls was directly killed in front of them, with hands-free on all the way, just to let the other side of the phone hear the girl’s scream.

The girl seems to see the original scene again. She holds her head in her hands and shrinks into a ball in the corner. Her whole body is shaking and her voice is crying.

“You don’t know, you don’t know, I was at that girl’s side at that time, all the blood splashed on my face. Lijun was begging for mercy all the time, and then she couldn’t even say anything, so she began to cry miserably. It was too miserably, that kind of voice was too miserably, just like a female ghost climbing from hell!”

The girl was already full of tears. She tugged her blanket with her hands and said, “now I close my eyes every day and it’s like Lijun is killed alive. Later, when she’s full, she can’t make a sound. The man in black next to her makes a few more calls, and then says she’s dead on the phone.”

Looking at her frightened appearance, Fang Qian comforted her a few words in a soft voice, handed over a glass of water, waited for the girl’s mood to stabilize for a while, and then continued to ask: “can you hear who is on the phone?”

She shook her head. “I can’t hear you.”

After that, he hesitated for a long time and said again, “but I think it has something to do with Lin Shuangshuang. It’s her who invited us here.”

Fang Qian recorded some things in his little book. He still looked calm: “do you think Miss Lin killed you?”

The girl wanted to nod, then shook her head slightly: “no, she has no reason to do it.”

“OK, I see. I can tell you about Miss Lin. Since that night, she has gone crazy, refused to see anyone, refused to see a psychiatrist, trapped herself in a small house and never came out again

The girl carefully lowered her head and buried her head in her knee: “so she got the call?”

“There is no definite answer. We have to continue to investigate this.”

After receiving the cup, Fang Qian asked anxiously, “can we continue?”

The girl on the bed is weak and afraid. The wound on her body has not healed yet, but her eyes are particularly firm: “I can.”

“Those people in black killed people randomly. After Huihui killed them, they hung up and waited for about ten minutes. I silently counted the numbers in my heart. Then the leader in black pointed at Lulu beside me.

People on both sides of me were beaten to death. At that time, my brain was blank, and the smell of blood, sound and scream kept repeating. I was afraid of forgetting and afraid. I knelt on the ground like this, and I even forgot Ku. ”

“The man in black killed another girl?”

Beating people to death with sticks is not murder. It’s torture.

What Fang Qian got from this question was a slight nod, but it seemed to be heavy.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and even he felt uncomfortable. He put on a comforting smile and picked up his notes again.

“I’m sorry, you’ve experienced something very tragic, but I forced you to recall it. I’m sorry.”