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【345 An Yan’s Memories (2)】

"Xiao Yi," he interrupted her quietly, "my parents are gone."

An Yi's stubborn eyes suddenly froze, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"My parents are dead." An Yan put the knife to her neck and throat. "At this position, the throat was cut. In order to prevent bleeding, the carotid artery was avoided, and fine sand was put into the throat to block it.

Breathing passage, suffocation."

A bloodless and extremely painful killing method.

The victim's death was exactly the same as what was shown on TV a few days ago.

An Yi shook his head, "I don't believe it. Are you helping my parents lie to me? How could my parents die..."

Snap!

The clear sound of the slap echoed in the wine cellar, and An Yan's body finally started to tremble a little. His eyes filled with tears, he held the knife against her and shouted: "My parents are dead, my housekeeper is dead, I have been serving the An family for many years."

The servants are also dead, the monitoring system was destroyed with flying knives, and the whole family died when you were imprisoned. An Yi, please wake up!"

"You mean..." An Yi covered her face and shook her head, "It's not Ye Ran. How can you doubt Ye Ran? He wouldn't do such a thing!"

"He came here the day before yesterday. His parents didn't agree with your affairs. In order to force him to retreat, he said harsh words and told you that he had agreed to marry the Jiang family in three days... If it weren't for Ye Ran, all this would be too coincidental.

!Xiaoyi, tell me, the only people in this city who can use throwing knives are

Can Ye Ran be able to find the second one who cut all the throats in such a precise position, who else but Ye Ran! The An family is engaged in medicine business and only has good friends and no enemies. He has never had any enemies, but now he is being killed inexplicably.

...Tell me, besides Ye Ran, who else could be the murderer!"

Who else could it be but Ye Ran!

An Yan's words echoed wildly in her ears, causing her to start to panic, cover her ears, and her eyes began to blur.

She got up and left the underground wine cellar, ran towards the brightly lit living room, and finally saw the lifeless, earth-colored corpses in the living room.

On the verge of collapse.

This technique and the style of not liking bloodshed fit so well with Ye Ran.

It's him... An Yi knelt down on the ground, biting her fingers and burst into tears. She couldn't help sobbing, and murmured in pain, "Ye Ran... why... he promised me that he would wait, is it just because of me?"

To kill so many lives, he...he won't do it...he won't..."

An Yan walked over, her lips were bloodless and her eyes were lifeless.

In this house, there were two only survivors. One was sitting, one was kneeling, one was crying silently, and the other was crying so hard that his whole body twitched.

An Yan stood up to call the police, but An Yi caught her. Her eyes were as swollen as walnuts, and her lips were bitten with many bloody scars. She grabbed his hand and begged him, "Brother, don't call the police, maybe... not

he……"

"He has a history of severe dual personality," An Yi said with a cold face, "You once used someone else's deep hypnotherapy to see how cruel the other person was, Xiao Yi, have you forgotten?"

An Yi's lips trembled, she grabbed the phone in his hand and threw it down.

She picked up the fruit knife that had been left aside, suppressing her trembling and whispering, "Even if he is expelled from the Ye family, with his strength, the police can't do anything to him. I will find out personally. If it is him, I will... pay him back with my own hands."

Mom and Dad should be fair..."

An Yi screamed and ran out wearing a pure white nightgown——

Once he left, he was nowhere to be seen for several days.

An Yan called the police and after the aftermath, he still found no clues that could prove Ye Ran. Perhaps it was because when the police asked him about the suspicious person, he thought of An Yi's tearful face and thought

For the sake of his beloved sister since childhood, he still chose to remain silent.

At that time, he was waiting for An Yi to give an explanation to the An family.

But he didn't expect that An Yi would never have any room to resist in front of Ye Ran.

There is no news at night, and neither is An Yi.

The tragic massacre made the An family, which had always been peaceful and self-reliant, suddenly become famous overnight. The An family's industry began to decline, and all shareholders withdrew their shares. In order to account for the Fang family, An Yan sold almost all of his property and gave it to the Fang family.

Fang Keren was an only daughter. She came that day to discuss the engagement with him, but something unexpected happened.

After that, the Fang family severed ties with An Yan, and when they met again, they always responded with cold expressions and questioned him harshly.

In just one week, Anjia lost everything.

On the day An Zhairen was buried, it was drizzling. No one came to attend the funeral, only An Yan was alone.

Later, even the cemetery management personnel left, and the rain poured down. He stood alone in the rain, looking at the tombstones of his father and mother without speaking. His eyes were hot, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain...

He didn't know how long he stood there. When he lowered his head, he saw a line of blood flowing under his already wet leather shoes. He turned around in confusion and saw An Yi lying on the ground, covered in scars and stains, kneeling on the ground.

on the ground.

She still held the knife in her hand, which was washed away by the rain and was sharp and piercing.

The chiffon white gauze nightgown she wore had already been stained with blood red.

"Brother... Ye Ran is the murderer... It's Ye Ran..." Her voice was hoarse, like a corpse crawling out of the ground, powerless and desperate, "I tried hard, but I couldn't kill him, I could only

I drew a knife on his face, brother, I'm sorry, I was useless..."

An Yi came over, took off his wet black suit jacket, and wrapped it around her thin body, "Xiao Yi, let's go."

"Brother..." An Yi raised her head, her eyes wet with hair, and her long black hair stuck to her body. Her face, which had always been gentle and calm, was filled with pain at this moment, "Don't chase me away..."

"Let's go, I don't want to see you." An Yan walked to the tombstone and turned around, "Don't come to your parents' tombs again. You don't deserve it."

The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and An Yi huddled in the rain and cried. After crying, she passed out.

An Yan looked back at her, looking at the face that looked similar to hers that was always behind her, pursed her thin lips, stepped forward, and left decisively.

(Thanks to love Jiang Xiaoxiao and 13920519976 for giving me silent gold medals, hmm╭(╯3╰)╮)