The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 237: Hongxue (Part 1)

Liang Xiaohong had a ghostly expression on her face, "Why are you called Ye Zhen? Did she really come back?"

Xue An's eyes fell on Ye Zhen's face, and Ye Zhen stared back without showing any timidity, afraid that he would see the clue, so she didn't dare to show too strong hatred in her eyes.

She died in her sleep, she thought she had a nightmare, and when she woke up, she became a bright mind.

She didn't understand why she died suddenly. The world accused her of committing suicide, which was ridiculous. She obviously just fell asleep.

Although there are many unsatisfactory things in her life, she still lives with hope. Even though she was tortured by depression, she never thought of giving up her life.

Now a suicide has erased the traces of her existence in the world and deprived her of the life she worked so hard to maintain, but the murderer is still at large, enjoying the pursuit of the world.

"Xue An, Liang Yanran just wanted to ask you a question, did you ever really love her?" Ye Zhen spoke softly, like a light feather.

Xue An didn't answer, but looked at her with deep and strange eyes, as if he was looking at someone through her.

With him for two years, she never saw through the man in front of him, he seemed to be wearing a thick mask, and you never knew what expression was behind the mask.

Ye Zhen smiled wryly, who can strangle her to death with his own hands, does he still need an answer?

"Liang Yanran is just a stand-in, the woman you love is called Ah Yu..."

When the voice fell to the ground, the eyes of the man who had always been gentle and elegant suddenly turned cold, revealing a strong murderous intent, and there was a gap in that perfect mask.

Ye Zhen took a step back, smiled wryly and shook her head.

Sure enough... In the past, she only thought of her as an auditory hallucination, and never thought about it. He pretended too well, but the truth was a hundred times crueler than she imagined.

Ming Jing's fingertips trembled slightly, and he slightly lowered his eyelids.

The corners of his mouth curled up, cool and mocking.

Absurd, utterly ridiculous.

"Liang Yanran?" The man slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze was deep and dangerous.

Wasn't Liang Yanran killed by you? My name is Ye Zhen. It was she who entrusted me with a dream to seek revenge on you. It is only right and proper to pay a life for a life. "Ye Zhen said firmly.

"Ye Zhen?" Xue An curled his lips, "Coincidence?"

Liang Xiaohong suddenly let out a strange cry, and looked at Ye Zhen in horror: "You... who are you?"

"As I said before, my name is Ye Zhen, and I am here to avenge Liang Yanran."

"You're lying, Liang Yanran is a stage name, and her real name is Ye Zhen." Liang Xiaohong swallowed her saliva nervously, and carefully looked at the girl in front of her.

She still looks like a young girl, her facial features are not very outstanding, at most she is a delicate beauty, but she has a mature and charming temperament that does not match her age, which is the most attractive. After living here, the girl kept her mouth shut. She didn't look like her at first, and she could only act as a maid in the entertainment circle full of beauties. But at that time, it was her temperament that attracted her, especially her stubborn eyes. She resembled someone so much that she made up her mind to keep him.

Thinking about it now, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. From the very beginning, she came here for Liang Yanran.

"Really? Maybe it's because of this that she entrusted me with a dream to prevent the scheme of the two of you from succeeding."

"The clean is clear. Liang Yanran's death has nothing to do with me and Xue An. Even if the police come, I will say the same..."

When Liang Xiaohong said that Cao Cao would be there, two policemen in uniform pushed the door and walked in. They took out their ID cards and said with a blank expression: "We are policemen from the Chao'an District Police Station. After receiving a report, Xue An and Liang Xiaohong is suspected of intentional murder, who are Xue An and Liang Xiaohong?"

The police looked around with dignified eyes, Ye Zhen pointed at Xue An and Liang Xiaohong: "It's the two of them."

The policeman nodded, walked over to Xue An and Liang Xiaohong and said, "Please cooperate and come with us to the police station."

At this time, Xue An still remained indifferent, as if he was not accused of murder, but was invited to the police station for tea, and said with a smile: "Comrade police, I am a public figure, in order not to cause unnecessary disputes, I can Can't go without handcuffs, then please allow me to put on a hat and a mask."

He was very cultivated in his speech, as if it was too much to refuse his request. The policeman turned around and asked a young man behind him. He didn't know what the two had said. Then he turned his head, and the policeman nodded in agreement.

Considering the influence of the other party in society, his proposal can be accepted, not to mention that now it is only a report, and the suspects are arraigned according to the procedure, and there is no law enforcement without an arrest warrant.

The police can only use their privileges if the other party refuses to cooperate. Now that the other party is extremely polite, the police have no reason to embarrass the other party.

Liang Xiaohong was startled for a moment, and shouted: "Xue An, how could you be taken away by the police obediently, if you are caught by the media, your reputation will be ruined."

Xue An smiled gently and said, "The innocent will be innocent. I believe that the police comrades will return my innocence."

"But..." Liang Xiaohong wanted to say something more, Xue An glanced at her indifferently, Liang Xiaohong shrank her neck subconsciously, and swallowed all the words she wanted to say.

The two were taken away by the police. When Xue An passed by Ming Jing, he glanced at her with a smile: "Miss Zhu, I was taught today."

Ming Jing didn't look at him, but stared at the ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.

Xue An narrowed his eyes, and left with the police.

"Zhu Mingjing, just wait for me." Liang Xiaohong said harshly, and left very unwillingly.

Ming Jing, as the reporter, had to go to the police station with the police to make notes, and Ye Zhen also went with her. In addition to murder, she also wanted to sue Liang Xiaohong for kidnapping and trafficking... She had collected evidence for so long. This time will never let the two of you go.

Wu Xiaoju and Lan Huixin were also brought back as witnesses.

Qu Feitai frowned, and exchanged glances with Bai Ziyan, Bai Ziyan said, "Your status is inconvenient to intervene, so I'll ask my cousin for help." His aunt's cousin works in the police department.

"Thanks."

Bai Ziyan gave him a white look: "You don't want to lose face, Ming Jing is my friend, it's your turn to thank me?"

Qu Feitai ignored him, turned around and left.

Bai Ziyan trotted to catch up: "Hey...why are you angry, you little guy..."

The two walked out of the box, and just as they saw the police dragging Zhao Heqiang and Mr. Zhou out, Bai Ziyan saw the two go up and kick each of them: "Fuck you, those who dare to touch me, I will send you to the king of Hades. "

The policeman scolded, "What are you doing?"

Hitting someone in front of the police is simply lawless.

Bai Ziyan snorted and said, "These two are the scum of society, they only kill underage girls. As good young people in society, shouldn't they punish the wicked and do justice for the heavens?"

"If they do bad things, there will be laws to punish them, and they can't beat people."

Bai Ziyan immediately said: "Uncle policeman, you are right, then let the law punish them, it is best to spend a lifetime in prison, don't come out and continue to torture innocent girls."

Being called by a boy who was not much older than him, the young male policeman looked a little unnatural. Although he felt that what he said was very reasonable, the law has its own set of judgment standards, and outsiders cannot tolerate it. judge.

"Sorry, comrade police, for causing you trouble." Qu Feitai pulled Bai Ziyan back a step, and the police led the people away.

Seeing Zhu Xiangxiang brought out by the police, Bai Ziyan sneered: "This is the first time, there must be a limit to repaying kindness and revenge. Mingjing is so kind. He let people who harmed him go. Lord, beat me all over the floor to find my teeth before talking."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face froze, and he buried his head deeply, not daring to look at Bai Ziyan and Qu Feitai.

Zhu Xiangxiang knew it was over when he saw the police rushing in.

Der Spiegel is serious this time. Although she let herself go, the law will not let her go.

Only then did she really realize that what she was doing was illegal. If she succeeded, she would not realize that it was a crime, but would only get deeper and deeper until it became a big mistake.

Ming Jing walked out of the Crown Club, suddenly froze.

Snowing.

The snowflakes were flying one after another, like a goddess scattering flowers under the dark sky.

She stared blankly at the sky, and stretched out her palm to pick it up.

The snowflakes were cool and fell on the white and tender palms, crystal clear, like crystals.

I couldn't tell whether it was her hands that were cold or the snowflakes that were colder. The snowflakes hadn't melted in her palm for a long time.

Ming Jing retracted his palm, snowflakes melted into his palm, and the coolness penetrated through his limbs and penetrated into his heart and lungs.

I don't know if the wind is colder or the heart is colder.

Before Xue An got into the police car, he looked back at her.

The girl stands on the steps, reaching out to catch the snowflakes, her eyebrows are gentle and picturesque, dim and graceful in the swirling snowflakes.

She said that snowflakes are free and clean, floating in the sky and earth, light and transparent without weight, but they melt into water, water benefits all things without competing, moistens all things, and runs to the vast ocean.

"Let's go to Switzerland to settle down. There are snow mountains that never melt all year round and free ski resorts. We build a log cabin under the snow mountains, raise a few horses, fish and ride horses. Life is so happy..."

The woman's gentle and pleasant voice is still in my ears, the snow is not white, it is bright red, it is dyed red by her blood.

At this moment, the appearance of the woman gradually overlapped with the girl in white clothes on the stairs. The girl noticed his gaze and turned her eyes to look over.

Through the swirling snowflakes, he could see the sarcasm and indifference deep in those eyes.

Xue An was startled, but the next moment, he was pushed into the police car without mercy by the police.

He hurried to the car window, and a thin layer of mist was formed on the car window by the air-conditioning. The girl's figure was isolated by the mist, and she was indistinguishable, just like the hazy figure in a dream for more than ten years. .

He raised his sleeve to wipe the fog from the car window, the car started, and the girl disappeared.

He pressed his face against the car window like crazy, his expression anxious and urgent.

His sudden behavior startled the policeman, who held his shoulder and said coldly, "Be honest, don't play tricks."

Xue An burst out laughing, he was pinned on the car seat with his hands behind his back by the police, his cheek was pressed against the seat, but he didn't care, he smiled wryly to himself, looking crazy.

"It's her, she's back."

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When Ding Jing finished taking notes, the snow had stopped.

She stood under the eaves outside the police station, between her fingers, the beads of prayer brushed against Bai Nen's fingertips in a hurry.

A coat fell on her shoulders, resisting the cold wind and bringing warmth.

Qu Feitai stared at her fingertips, frowned slightly, he didn't say anything, and silently stayed by Ming Jing's side.

"Do you like snow?" Ming Jing asked suddenly, her voice was a little cooler than the wind in this cold night.

Qu Feitai was stunned, Ming Jing seldom took the initiative to talk to him, hearing her question, Qu Feitai was slightly happy in his heart, and said calmly: "I like the cleanliness and freedom of snowflakes. It seems to be able to wash away all the dirt and filth in this world."

Ming Jing turned her head to look at him, in the night, her eyes were a little blurred and dazed.

Qu Feitai's palms were sweating nervously, but he didn't dare to turn his head, fearing that he would be exposed if he was not careful, so he could only try his best to maintain his aloof image.

"A man once said the same thing."

Qu Feitai really wanted to ask who that person was, but he knew that he wouldn't tell Ming Jing.

"Have you ever seen red snow?" The girl's voice seemed to come from another world, ethereal and ethereal, with the coldness of snow.

red snow?

Qu Feitai shook his head: "Why is there red snow?"

Ming Jing curled the corners of his lips: "I've seen it before."