Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The results of the truck crash are coming quickly.

The unexpected result was that the truck driver was fine and was indeed driving under the influence, but it was indeed an accident.

The real problem was the car following them.

There is a bomb hidden in the car, ready to hit him at the intersection and detonate the bomb.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by a truck instead of stealing the chicken.

The bomb was detonated on the spot, so the explosion occurred.

As for the two people in the car, their families had already collected the money.

It's like exchanging life for money, and you will definitely die with him.

When S came to report, Mr. Qiao looked calm and closed the document in his hand unhurriedly.

The slender white knuckles tapped the table slowly.

One sound, another sound, and another sound.

It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.

"Have you found out who it is?"

His voice was calm, and his deep gaze fell quietly on the withered roses on the ground outside the window.

The dim color seemed to have chilled his cold features.

He was cold, but his complexion was still warm and white, as if he never had a bad temper.

S, who was responsible for secret affairs, always bowed respectfully and answered: "It's Mr. Qiao..."

The results were no surprise.

S said: "Mr. Second was very cunning this time. He asked the Lin family, who had enmity with us before, to take action. He provided funds behind the scenes in the name of the project."

The method is a bit clever, but he probably never thought of it...

Mr. Qiao still has a somewhat black background.

If you use your contacts to check, you can still find out something.

Mr. Qiao, who has always had a gentle temper, had a pale face and stared at the withered roses outside the window with dark eyes.

There is almost no unnecessary emotion shown.

Joy and anger cannot be expressed in color.

He didn't speak for a long time, and S maintained this posture.

Until, there was a knock on the silent study door.

Uncle Wang's voice came from outside, breaking the excessive silence in the room.

"Sir, Mr. Second has sent a gift and said that he wants you to open it in person."

Mr. Qiao raised his eyes calmly.

S accepted it and went to open the door.

Uncle Wang came in holding a wrapped gift box.

Almost instantly, S keenly smelled the smell of blood.

His expression immediately became serious, he held down Uncle Wang's movements and looked at Qiao Fuxing.

"Sir, it may be dangerous."

Uncle Wang quickly stopped: "Don't worry, sir, there is no bomb. We have already checked it."

"That's when we scanned through the X-ray... inside..."

He hesitated, "It's like a hand."

Mr. Qiao, who was sitting in the office chair, had light eyebrows and remained calm.

His deep gaze fell on the gift box, his expression remained gentle and unchanged.

He just tapped the desktop and said in a calm tone: "Open it and take a look."

S immediately followed suit.

When the gift box was opened, indeed, there was no bomb.

The smell of blood was so strong that it made you vomit out last night's dinner.

S only glanced at it, and then took out a greeting card included inside.

Most of the greeting card has been stained red by blood, and the black writing and ink have been smudged and blended with the blood.

The color contrast is huge, and the contrast is extremely cold.

It was so cold that it was inhumane, downright like crazy.

S scanned the words on it, and then looked at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang also saw the content on it and was shocked.

The two people looked at each other, their expressions were a little uncomfortable.