My Spicy Girlfriend

Li Xiaoer understood what happened to the Yang family, and Yang Yujie woke up. It was said that Zhou Gongyu, Zhou Feifei's father, came forward to settle it.

There's nothing wrong. Yang Yujie, Yang Zijin and others asked Li Xiaoer and others to cut the concert. The butterfly group can be regarded as the most powerful idol group in Southwest China.

There are still two days left, so sandaoban gymnasium has hung their publicity posters on the poster wall at the gate in advance.

Not only at the gate of sandaoban gymnasium, but also a few days ago, major newspapers, bus stations, TV entertainment programs, radio stations, Internet media and other publicity channels in Southwest China were warming up for butterfly's concert.

No matter what sun Wenlin's attitude towards Li Xiaoer is, Huasheng entertainment doesn't spare any effort to hold butterflies. The treatment they now enjoy is completely the treatment of the company's Tianwang Tiantian characters when they send films and hold concerts.

But no one expected that the poster at the gate of sandaoban stadium would be splashed with blood.

Moreover, a red circle was drawn on their heads, and a big word "kill" was written in the red circle.

see the scene which is dreadful to one 's mind!

"I'll go down and have a look," said Li Xiaoer.

"Don't go down." Yang Yujie grabbed Li Xiaoer's arm. "Let the security guard come and ask."

Li Xiaoer knew that she was worried that something would happen to her, as if the bloody gangster had not left and would be ambushed if he was not careful.

"It doesn't matter," Li Xiaoer said with a smile. "Don't you know I fight badly?"

Seeing this, his heart was already holding a temper. Why don't you want to get out of the car and find out?

Li Xiaoer pushes open the door to get off, and Xiao Huaiqing also wants to get off. Yang Yujie couldn't stop her, so she just got off the bus. There are many people and great strength. At least she has learned some Kung Fu.

It's late at night. There are cars coming and going on the main road in front, but there is no sign of people.

The fog is very heavy and the cold is deep into the bone. It's not so obvious during the day. When the temperature drops at night, it's difficult to absorb the cold in southwest winter.

Because the concert time has not arrived, and this is the back door of the concert hall, only two rows of street lights flicker alone. The whole building is like a quiet beast, crouching and lurking in the dark sky.

When Li Xiaoer got off the bus, his figure was immediately shrouded in fog. Fortunately, there are lights shining, but also can clearly see his shadow.

Xiaohuaiqing followed, and they soon came to the shining point of the headlights, in front of the bloody propaganda poster.

"What a nuisance." Xiao Huai scolded angrily. Under the light, her little face was red, like a ripe big tomato. "Throw people's faces so ugly. It's ugly."

Li Xiaoer didn't care about his beauty or ugliness. His nose was close to the bloodstain. He sniffed hard, and a smell of fishy smell came into his nose.

"It's sheep's blood," said Li Xiaoer.

"How do you know it's sheep blood?" Yang Yujie asked.

"It's like a sheep # smell," said Li Xiaoer. His head was close, his eyes were shining, he scanned the pictorial, then reached out and pulled off a small dry blood clot and said, "look. There's wool on it."

"The blood has dried. Has it been spilled for a long time?" Yang Yujie touched the blood with her finger and said.

"Not necessarily," said Li Xiaoer. "The weather is cold, and the temperature should be below zero now. They come here with blood, which may solidify on the road -- it's more like painting it hard after it's dry. Otherwise, the color won't be so uneven. Some places have heavy color, and some places haven't been painted at all."

"There's another row of words," Xiao Huaiqing shouted, pointing to their belly position on the poster. Their eyes were all attracted by the big word "kill" on their heads, and they didn't notice a row of smaller words with lighter color on their abdomen. "Pay the debt. It's natural - who owes them money?"

"It's just a cover up," said Li Xiaoer. "Cover up their real purpose. Give us a reason to guess the real murderer. How can we guess? Look at the handwriting below - the color is lighter than that on the top. It shows that my guess is correct. They brought the blood, because it was too cold, and the blood began to solidify on the road. I don't know what method they used to warm it in the car to melt it again. However After that, they wrote the words "kill" on it. However, the weather outside was too cold. Soon, the blood dried up again. Therefore, when they wrote the following typesetting, the color became lighter -- "

Xiaohuaiqing tut tut praised, looked at Li Xiaoer and said, "it's a pity that you don't become a detective."

Li Xiaoer ignored xiaohuaiqing's praise. In his eyes, it was more likely to be sarcasm.

Instead, he said to Yang Yujie, "ask the security guard at the door."

Yang Yujie nodded and walked to the security booth at the door.

In the security booth, two security guards were sitting next to the electric stove, drinking wine and eating peanuts. Looking at their faces and eyes, they were already drunk.

The two security guards did not expect someone to come and stood up in panic. The thin one said in non-standard Chinese, "I'm sorry. We don't want to be lazy - it's too cold. We can't stay up late outside without drinking."

Yang Yujie also knew that the people at the bottom worked hard, but she was still angry and said, "I don't care if you bake the stove or drink. But since you take this salary, you must be responsible for your work ----- have you seen someone come in here?"

"No." the two security guards shook their heads. "Although we are drinking, our eyes are always staring at the door. Let alone people, we can't even fly in."

Yang Yujie pointed to the propaganda poster in the distance and asked, "what's the matter with the blood on it?"

"Blood?" they ran to the poster wall and looked at it. They were stunned and their brains were completely awake. "What's the matter? We really didn't see anyone coming in. Where are our eyes? How can we not see someone coming in?"

"Find your person in charge." Yang Yujie said angrily.

"Let's wipe it now." the big security guard begged urgently. "Miss, let's wipe it off now and make sure it's clean. Don't tell the supervisor that he will dismiss us and deduct all our salaries - it's the new year's day in a few days. Our family is counting on my dead salary to make a living. We promise we won't have such a thing again and keep this door open."

Hearing what they said, Yang Yujie was soft hearted and said, "wipe it quickly. If it happens again, I won't show you mercy."

"Yes," they nodded. Then one went to fetch hot water, the other went to find a mop and worked hard to wipe the blood on the poster.

When they wiped the poster clean, they ran to Yang Yujie again and made a trembling apology.

Yang Yujie waved her hand and they hurried to the security Pavilion.

It's cold. Hot water soon becomes cold water. There is no difference between their hands holding the wet rag and a piece of ice.

"What now?" Yang Yujie asked.

"It's no use being difficult for them," said Li Xiaoer. "Since they want to do this, it can't be prevented by two security guards. It's just to disgust us. It has no impact on our Concert - let's go. Go back to bed. Or they won't appear again. As long as they appear again, we'll catch them."

"That's the only way." Yang Yujie sighed. "Go back."

The car started again and drove to the hotel where the butterfly group stayed.

Along the way, everyone was silent, and only prayed in their hearts that everything would go well in the next trip.

Unfortunately, the more I hope it's okay, the more I find a problem.

At first, they didn't notice anything. When the car got on the overpass, their car turned around on the overpass, and a black Buick business car also turned around behind their car, which attracted Li Xiaoer's attention.

The driver is just a driver and has no bodyguard function. The sense of crisis is not so keen. Moreover, the other party's car tracking is very obscure. If you haven't learned anti reconnaissance means, you may not find abnormalities.

Li Xiaoer sat in front and said to the driver, "turn down at the left."

"The road is wrong," the driver questioned.

"Never mind. Turn around. We'll turn back later." Li Xiaoer said with a smile. "I suspect someone is following us."

The driver immediately became nervous. Holding the steering wheel, turn the car to the one indicated by Li Xiaoer.

"Don't be nervous. Hold the steering wheel," said Li Xiaoer.

"Li Xiaoer, someone is following us?" Yang Yujie asked anxiously.

"Let's see if they will come with us." Li Xiaoer said with a smile. "It's time. I don't believe anyone will follow our car to Hebei."

Therefore, everyone's eyes turned behind him and stared at the business car identified by Li Xiaoer as a "tracking vehicle".

The business car hesitated at the intersection and suddenly turned around. Then he chased this way at a faster speed.

Obviously, he also realized that his whereabouts were exposed and was not ready to hide himself.

"Pull over and stop. You sit in the back." Li Xiaoer shouted to the driver from the back seat.

The driver completely obeyed Li Xiaoer's instructions and stopped at the roadside. Unfasten your seat belt and run quickly towards the back door.

Li Xiaoer got off the other door and jumped into the cab.

"Li Xiaoer." Yang Yujie asked anxiously. "Can you drive?"

She has never seen Li Xiaoer drive a car. And last time she said she would buy a car for Li Xiaoer, he also said he didn't have a driver's license.

"A little." when Li Xiaoer spoke, he had skillfully started the car. In the middle of the road with little traffic flow, he changed his head and crashed into the Buick business car. "It's OK to drive it as a bumper car."

His eyes were red and cold as ice skates.

The repeated provocations of the other party have aroused the anger in his heart and made his body blood boil.

Speed up. Speed up. Accelerate again.

He gave full play to the speed potential of the car and bumped fearlessly towards the front of the tracked business car.

Impartial, a posture of dying together.

If he had a son, he would shout: my father is going to kill him.