The reborn fat girl turns over

840 Advice
Although Xiang Yang just woke up and his head is not bright, he can still hear that there is something in He Yiyue's words.

"January, what do you mean by that?" Xiang Yang asked tentatively.

He Yiyue raised her red lips and said with a smile, "Uncle, I've been thinking about it for the past two days. Do you think An Mu really died?"

"An Mu? She must be dead. I saw her boarding information with my own eyes."

Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and said confidently: "Besides, the people I sent must have confirmed her boarding information before responding."

Xiang Yang still believed in the people he sent.

Besides, he had personally confirmed the boarding information of An Mu and Chu Tianli.

"Boarding information? Hehe..."

Hearing Xiang Yang's answer, instead of letting go, He Yiyue showed a contemptuous sneer: "What kind of society is it now? Do you know how easy it is to forge a piece of information?"

"Forgery? Probably not?" Xiang Yang hesitated when asked.

"No? What can't you do?"

He Yiyue handed the stack of photos at hand to Gu Tong, motioning him to hand it to Xiang Yang.

"This is the picture captured by the surveillance at the airport the next day. Don't you think the people above are very similar to An Mu and Chu Tianli?" He Yiyue continued, "And, do you know what the most coincidental thing is? ? The destination of these people is also going to the island country."

Xiang Yang checked the photos one by one. The photos above were all in black and white. In addition, the people above were all wearing peaked caps, masks and sunglasses, so it could be said that they couldn't see their faces clearly at all.

Of course, judging from the body shape, it can be seen that except for one of them is a girl, the rest are all tall men.

However, only relying on these few photos, Xiang Yang felt that He Yiyue was a little suspicious.

"January."

Xiang Yang put the photo in his hand aside, and said, "An Mu and Chu Tianli are dead. Is there anything you can't accept? Do you have to assume that the two enemies will come out and do something useless?" ?”

"Assumption? Uncle! If you don't believe my judgment, you must believe the facts, right?" He Yiyue had an angry and sunny attitude.

"Fact? It's a fact just based on a few photos where you can't see the facial features?"

Xiang Yang's attitude was also firm, and he said, "If you say that, I believe in the black and white boarding information more than these few ambiguous photos."

"what!"

He Yiyue laughed angrily. She stared at the man on the hospital bed and asked, "Uncle, if my brother gave you this photo, would you believe it? Or would you believe it was Duan Mingde?"

"what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? It means that you are patriarchal at all. Are you doubting my judgment and my IQ?"

He Yiyue got up from the chair, walked slowly to the side of the hospital bed, looked down at the man who should be closest to her, and said indifferently: "Xiangyang, you will soon know how wrong you are! Your choice How ridiculous!"

She believed in her own judgment, and believed that she would not misread the photos.

An Mu and Chu Tianli, the two mortal enemies, let alone wearing masks and sunglasses, even if they were wrapped in sacks, she was sure she could find them both.

"January! What are you doing? Sit down and talk—"

Looking at He Yiyue's sneering face, Xiang Yang felt a surge of panic, and hurriedly said, "Let's talk about Yi Yang's funeral. It will take three days..."

"Oh—I've buried my brother's ashes in the hilltop cemetery."

He Yiyue interrupted Xiang Yang, showing a perfunctory apologetic expression, and said, "If uncle wants to say goodbye to brother, then go to his 'new home'."

"What? Didn't you agree that the funeral would take three days? You—" Xiang Yang was furious at the news.

"Three days, I don't think it's necessary? Those people who came to express condolences aren't uncle's pawns to pave the way for Duan Mingde?"

He Yiyue sneered, slowly put on the gloves, and said casually: "Now that Duan Mingde is dead, it's useless for me as a woman to ask for that chess piece. So, my brother doesn't have to worry about it for two more days."

"you--"

"Uncle, take a good rest. Now you should have a long time to rest."

"January! You come back, you—"

boom--

He Yiyue dropped the words that were enough to make Xiang Yang vomit blood, and left on high heels.

As the door of the ward was slammed shut, the surroundings returned to silence.

Xiangyang's chest felt a little stuffy, and his head was very dizzy, so he leaned on the hospital bed and closed his eyes for a while.

However, the question He Yiyue asked just now kept turning in his mind.

'Did you say that An Mu really died? '

Is it really dead?
do not know.

If Xiang Yang had to answer this question, the most he could say was that theoretically she should be dead.

But An Mu died in an air accident, and there was nothing else to find evidence of her death except the boarding information.

Could it be that there is really a possibility that the girl didn't board the plane?
If so, wouldn't he be a fool?

Doesn't that mean that instead of avenging He Yiyang, he took advantage of his adopted son Duan Mingde instead?
Thinking of this, Xiang Yang hurriedly opened his eyes, grabbed the photo on the hospital bed and looked carefully...

……

"An Mu probably didn't board the plane."

Murong Yi leaned on the leather sofa and said leisurely with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"But, I've been monitoring Liu Hui's movements. She doesn't even watch TV recently..."

Makoto Hirata, who was facing the computer next to him, showed a bit of contemplation, and said, "As for Anyang, I also monitored it. Although the possibility cannot be completely ruled out, 90.00% of it cannot be done by that person named Shadow."

"Pingtian, don't forget that An Mu is not alone this time, she is with Chu Tianli."

Murong Yi squinted his deep eyes, and said: "As far as I know, the mercenary leader next to Chu Tianli is not inferior in computer technology to any of the top ten hackers today."

"Sir, do you mean that An Mu and Chu Tianli are not in trouble by saying that?"

"Basically that's it."

Hirata really believed in Murong Yi's judgment. Hearing his certainty, he couldn't help saying: "If Xiang Yang knows this news, I'm afraid that man will be pissed off?"

"It's like a game. The more you go forward, the higher the requirements for players. If you don't have enough brains or funds, you are destined to be eliminated." Murong Yi didn't care Said.

"Sir, do you mean to make Xiang Yang disappear?"

"It's not yet time, he still has some value to us."

Murong Yi thought for a while, and said: "He Yiyang died, and we lost a chess piece in our hands. This empty space must be filled quickly, or we will be passive in the future."

"Do you have a goal, sir? Or, should Jiang Yiming come up with this piece?" Makoto Hirata suggested after serious consideration.

(End of this chapter)