Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 560 Master, do you feel any pain?

"His head and hands are—"

"If there are no fingerprints, then he is not my master." Sheng Xiaye smiled at the window glass and turned around, "Then continue to check. If you can't find it, I will check it myself later."

Before Jiang Cheng could say anything else, she hung up the phone.

Unable to calm down for a long time, she clicked on the domestic news app and saw a statement about the headless male corpse in the current affairs list. It was a corpse that nearby fishermen saw when they came back from the sea. It had been soaked in sea water for more than two days and the corpse had already been

The swelling is unsightly.

The photos in the news were heavily mosaiced, and she was determined to search for the original appearance of the body.

The moment I saw the photo, the smell of blood hit my face.

On a midsummer night, I suddenly turned off the phone screen, and my heartbeat suddenly reached my throat.

Her hands were trembling uncontrollably, and she couldn't suppress the trembling with her other hand. Suddenly, a strong sense of suffocation surged up from the bottom of her heart. Her stomach was churning, and she hunched over and fell to the side.

Under the tree, there was a burst of retching.

I didn't eat much, and I almost vomited stomach acid.

The uncle next to her saw her vomiting like this and handed her a bottle of newly bought water. He thoughtfully did not unscrew the lid for her and let her open it by herself. He also handed her a pack of tissues.

"Are you not feeling well, girl? I think you don't look well, or else I can help you go to the hospital and take a look."

The uncle is very warm-hearted.

Shengxiaye took the water and tissue and thanked him. She turned around and saw his kind-hearted look. The painful feelings that had been stuck in her chest surged forward. Tears blurred her vision. She walked closer to her uncle for two seconds.

step.

"Don't cry. My girl should be about the same age as you. I hate to see a little girl cry." He looked at Midsummer Night, very worried, "Are you Chinese? If I guessed correctly, you should be

It’s probably because of the fire at Gu’s Group. Do your family members work there?”

The Gu Group is a Chinese-owned company. Although the branch is located in country M, there are also many people from China in it.

The uncle said that he had a friend who was also in the Gu Group and survived this time. He wanted to talk a lot. Looking at him on Midsummer Night, she couldn't help but think of Yanzhou. She thought of the mutilated corpse in the photo just now.

There are scars all over it, old and new.

"Does it hurt?" She murmured painfully.

The uncle couldn't understand Chinese and looked at her curiously.

On a midsummer night, I suddenly bent down, squatting by a tree and sobbing, my shoulders shaking, "Master, do you feel any pain when it's done like this?"

The uncle's wife came over and saw Shengxia Ye folding her arms and crying uncontrollably. She glared at her husband angrily, thinking that he had bullied the little girl. The husband's explanation failed, so she asked Shengxia Ye to clarify for him.

Shengxiaye raised her head to look at him and suddenly burst into tears.

It scared both the uncle and his wife very much.

The wife realized something was wrong, so she bent down and patted Shengxia Ye's shoulder gently, and asked her what happened in poor Chinese. Shengxia Ye didn't answer and she cried extraordinarily miserably.

The reporter who was squatting on the ground eating takeaway next to him heard the cry and came over.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

"Are you Miss Shengxia Ye Sheng?" He asked the question in English, but Shengxia Ye understood it, her eyes were red from crying, and she stared at the reporter without speaking.

The reporter confirmed that she was Sheng Xia Ye, called her colleagues to come over quickly, and took pictures of her with a camera.

"Are you here to see Mr. Gu? I heard that he died unfortunately while trying to save the employee's daughter. Now the doctors are silent about it. We don't know any relevant information. You are so close to him, you must know, right?"

Sheng Xia Ye's face was slightly cold, and she shouted back in a hoarse voice, "What does it mean to survive? Straighten your tongue before you speak, sir!"

"She cried so hard just now, does it mean that Mr. Gu has..."

The reporters who came after hearing the news began to think divergently, and the plot was suddenly zoomed out.

The flashlights on the scene flashed desperately, and they all took pictures of the midsummer night. It was already night, but suddenly it was as bright as day. The uncle and his wife did not want to be in the shot, and they were worried that she would be scared to face the camera alone, so the wife put her bag in her bag.

He took out his scarf and handed it to Xia Ye. You can use this to shield your face if necessary.

"Miss Sheng, tell me, is Mr. Gu gone?"

"We will always remember Mr. Gu's kindness."

"Then with what identity did you fly all the way to Country M? As said in the domestic news, are the two of you just friends, or does Miss Sheng have different feelings for Mr. Gu?"

On a midsummer night, his scarlet eyes became cold and cold.

Sure enough, paparazzi reporters are such creatures, regardless of their geographical location. Their existence itself is an existence that is infinitely close to cancer. It is basically difficult to hear a good word from their mouths.

Sheng Xiaye stepped forward, and when the reporter put the microphone in front of her mouth and looked at her longingly, in front of him, she snatched his colleague's camera, calmly took out the memory card, and broke it.

"You...what do you mean?"

"I have no comment on my relationship with Gu Fengchen. I warn everyone here that he does good deeds regardless of his future, but I am different. If you dare to write a random word in the news or eat steamed buns with human blood, I will do anything.

I will fight with you until the end."

She stood on the flower bed with a cold face and raised her voice, "I won't change my name if I go, I won't change my surname if I sit down. I am a Chinese person on a midsummer night."

The flashlight flashed wildly.

There is no doubt that she will be on the news tomorrow, and with her bold and arrogant attitude at the moment, she will occupy at least one-third of the page.

When several senior executives of the Gu Group appeared not far away, the reporters rushed over to conduct interviews, forgetting the midsummer night again. She forced herself to calm down, came back to her senses, saw the scarf on the side, and turned around.

I don’t see the couple just now.

The phone rang again.

This time it's a domestic number again, but it's a landline.

Shengxia Ye took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. A younger female voice came from the other end, "Is this Miss Shengxia Ye Sheng?"

Sheng Xia Ye hummed.

"This is a hospital, and I had no choice but to make this call to you." The nurse's voice trembled, "Chu Tianjiao saw the news on the Internet and learned that Mr. Gu Fengchen was murdered and was seeking death. The doctor finally stopped her.

, she has started to harm herself crazily again, saying that if we don’t contact you, she will kill everyone in our hospital without leaving any trace, she is really crazy!”

Sheng Xia Ye frowned and said in a calm voice, "Put the call over to her."

There was a muffled sound from the other end, accompanied by a scream from the nurse. Shengxia Ye guessed that Chu Tianjiao went crazy and pushed the nurse away. Then, Chu Tianjiao's crazy roar came from the receiver——

"On Midsummer Night, how many times have I told Gu Fengchen that there is a curse on him. He can't like anyone else, otherwise he will die, and the people he likes will die too. Why doesn't anyone believe it? Why doesn't anyone believe it?

People believe me!"

(End of chapter)