Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Fred turned his head away: "She... can't be related to those people." He was talking about the sixth continent.

Qiao Nian hummed, put his hands in his pockets, and said to him irritably: "She is not of low status. Go and notify the NYPD to come over."

Fred was surprised: "We just call someone over?"

Qiao Nian looked down and looked at him with dark eyes: "Otherwise? Can I turn into a living person? They come now and come after we leave, it will have the same effect. It's better to let them come now, at least we can explain that we don't have time to commit crimes."

Fred understood immediately: "Got it."

He turned around and went out to call people.

Only Qiao Nian and Liang Conglin were left at the door. Liang Conglin stood there with tears in his eyes, sighing and stamping his feet.

"What's going on?"

Qiao Nian didn't say anything.

From the time she received the call to the time she saw Elena die inexplicably here, she knew that the other party was well prepared to put the blame on her.

She just didn't expect Elena to die.

And she died so easily.

It can only mean that the identity of the person who wanted her to die is even more complicated.

Qiao Nian's dark eyelashes suppressed the waves in her eyes. Who is it and what does he want to do?

*

Ye Wangchuan and the NYPD arrived at the scene at the same time.

Qiao Nian showed a little surprise when she saw him coming. Before she could ask, she heard Liang Conglin next to her say: "I had a bad feeling before I came, so I sent a message to Ye Shao."

Qiao Nian tilted her head and said noncommittally: "Your premonition is really accurate."

Liang Conglin sneered and scratched the tip of her nose, unable to figure out whether she said this casually or mocked herself.

Qiao Nian had already walked past him and explained to the man who had just rushed over: "Elena is dead, and the person is inside."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes darkened when he heard the voice: "How could she die."

She shrugged: "I don't know, it should be poisoned."

The NYPD had already gone in to investigate. After a while, the forensic doctor and one of the police officers came out and communicated with the people guarding the door.

They didn't say a few words, and their eyes were focused on Qiao Nian, Liang Conglin and others.

Soon, a police officer walked up to them and said with a bad look: "Were you the first to find out that the suspect was dead?"

"Yes."

Qiao Nian was very calm.

But her calmness would be seen as evidence of confession of crime by someone with ulterior motives. The other party took out handcuffs and said righteously.

"We suspect you of a serious crime. Please cooperate with our investigation."

"Wait!"

Fred immediately stood between the two of them, frowning and saying, "Didn't I tell you that your surveillance was broken when we came? We saw someone dead when we went in. What does it have to do with us?"

The police officer did not accept this explanation: "The forensic doctor has examined the body of the deceased, and the time of death was within the last half an hour. You were the only ones who came to visit in this half an hour. Who else could it be but you?"

Fred's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he stared with his eyes wide open: "Maybe it's your own people!"

The police officer confronted him angrily: "What do you mean! How could we do this? What's the reason?"

Fred did not give in at all: "Then why should we do this? What's the reason?"

The police officer pointed at Qiao Nian's nose and said without hesitation: "Everyone knows that the Z countrymen are at odds with us. They stole our confidential designs and sued the FBI. It's not surprising that they do anything. What's surprising is that you are actually mixed up with them!" (End of this chapter)