True Love Lasts

All around was silence, only the man's clothes rubbed the tile floor, making a "rustle" sound

Heavy and depressing.

Finally, some people's psychology can not bear, issued a sob.

Qi Mo suddenly turned his head, and the movement reminded him that there were still a group of "remaining parties" here, and he wanted to get along with them quickly!

And where he could see, people were worried, and all of them were pale. The "death threat", which had just been alleviated, immediately shrouded them again -

"I am innocent! I didn't speak to Mr. Yin alone. I just work with my salary! It's him. He often talks to Mr. Yin! " A woman jumped out, in order to save her life, pointing directly at a middle-aged man next to her. He is the manager of the personnel department of the resort.

The person who was identified broke into a cold sweat on the spot and waved: "I swear that Mr. Yin has never talked to me about personal matters. Now I don't even know what business Mr. Yin does! Heaven and earth conscience, I am an ordinary wage! If there is a problem You! As a front desk, you get a lot of money every month. Are you Mr. Yin's person? "

"Nonsense The front desk flushed and argued with the same fury.

Fear and anger are two easily confused emotions.

Soon -

these people's fear of death completely turned into their anger at each other. The situation was so noisy that they almost lost control. Everyone was competing to expose each other's black information, and the dog bit the dog to prove that each other was dirtier than themselves. It seems that in this way, they can appear innocent and should have the right to live.

And the real innocent people, also crowded inside, wailing and scolding "you brutes". At first glance, it seems less innocent.

"Enough!" Qi Mo drinks lowly but comes out, finally picked up the gun, the black muzzle is facing in front of this group, "calculate your bad luck."

He can no longer distinguish between them. Every one of them may be an accomplice in killing his mother. They are not worthy to live

"Zhi --!"

There was a sudden brake on the car body and it stopped at the entrance of the crematorium.

This area is empty at night, except for the green lighting on the top of the main cremation building, and there is no light shadow on the road. A gust of night wind made Qiao Sangyu shiver. Then he looked up at the cold, dark and terrible house. His body was stiff again.

It's really frightening to come to such a place at night.

She searched around and found Qi Mo's car by the side of the road. The light in the car was still on, and there seemed to be a person sitting in the driver's seat. Qiao Sangyu ran over and knocked on the car window. When he saw that the person inside was not Qi Mo, he frowned slightly: "where are Qi Mo people?"

"Miss Joe?" The subordinates were listless. When they saw Qiao Sangyu coming, they were stunned. Then their eyes turned to joy. They quickly opened the car door and pulled Qiao Sangyu to go inside! Qi Shao is in there. Please come in with me

He seems to have finally found a way to stop all this.

"Good!" Qiao Sangyu nodded, regardless of the cold and damp night air and the potholes on the ground, strode with him to the inside. As she walked, she asked, "does Qi Mo really want to burn Li Qinzhi's body?"

It's all coming to the crematorium. It seems that it can't be fake!

But what is his purpose?

For the ad hoc group, what Qi Mo burned is their evidence, which can easily be regarded as Yin Xiao's accomplice He won't let Qi Mo go! And now the enemy is dark and I know that once Yin Xiao gets information, he can't know where to "attack".

"More than that!" Subordinates look bitter, things have not been as simple as Qiao Sangyu said, "Qi Shao caught a lot of people to come over, said they are going to kill! And kill "Solve it on the spot."

He really couldn't find the right language to describe such a real and tragic massacre. He could only use a euphemistic way to speed up his pace with a sigh: "Miss Qiao, we'd better hurry up!"

"What?"

Qiao Sangyu's heart sank, because of the words "kill" and "solve": Qi Mo, what are you doing?

"Here." The subordinate pushed open a side door. This is the shortcut to the incinerator. "If we hurry up, maybe we can still have time."... "

But after all, there was no time for anything.

Qiao Sangyu breathlessly stopped at the door of the waiting room, but the room was deserted. Qi Mo is sitting on the edge of a mahogany table, with his back to her direction. A subordinate stands in front of him and is reporting to him. Within the visible field of vision, there are obvious blood stains

Others All dead?

Dead at his hands?

Qiao Sangyu's face turned pale, and he turned back to look at Qi Mo's back. He didn't notice her coming. He still told the subordinate who hung his head: "there's no need to clean up here. It's OK for anyone to see it tomorrow. It doesn't matter how much trouble there is."

He didn't want to cover up the blood or the corpse.He's declaring war on Yin Xiao!

I want the world to know.

Subordinates nodded, a "good" word, then did not dare to have the following.

"In addition," Qi Mo did not give up. After a pause, he continued to ask, "have you found the people who helped Yin Xiao in logistics?"

He is determined to destroy Yin Xiao's power. The more cruel he is, the more powerful he will be.

"Yes It's a bit of an eye The subordinate nodded.

"Well, I'll wait here." Qi Mo's speaking speed remained unchanged, and the coldness in his voice did not change at all. He quietly finished the second half of the sentence, "after you find them, bring them here."

Tonight, we'll "solve it" together.

"But..." The subordinate hesitated for a moment, and finally could only nod, "OK."

We all know what Qi Mo wants to do.

And Qiao Sangyu, who was standing at the door, couldn't see it at last

"Qi Mo!" She opened her mouth and walked step by step into the bloody room. "What are you doing?"

Her voice is very light.

It's hard for her to sum up her mood at this time: doubt? Shocked? disappointment? Can not describe, but every mood has.

Qi Mo's back was obviously stiff.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Qiao Sangyu would come suddenly, and he had a sense of being "knocked down". However, this feeling only lasted for one second, and he quickly adjusted. When he looked back, his face had returned to cool and cold, and he didn't feel anything wrong with what he had done.

"What are you doing here?" He jumped down from the table and walked slowly to her. His face was calm and his voice was soft. "It's so late. What's the matter?"

He tried to touch her, but when he touched her finger, he was stunned, while she couldn't help shrinking.

He is because of the cold temperature between her fingers; she is because of the blood on his hands.