That female voice was too familiar.

When Jiang Zhimiao heard it, she recognized Shen Zhuoxu's voice, and at the same time, her blood almost froze.

Who could be killed?

can only be ...

Jiang Zhimiao's pupils trembled. She walked upstairs with weak legs and dialed the police number.

She didn't know if she was too nervous, but her fingertips were trembling all the time, and she typed the wrong three digits several times.

After finally dialing the phone, Jiang Zhimiao also stood on the stairs.

The door is not closed, just a thin line.

Just one glance can send chills all over the body.

Jiang Zhimiao's steps were frozen in place. She wanted to move forward, but the extreme panic prevented her from moving.

He could only watch the blood splattering in the room. A woman was screaming, and the other was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead. The man seemed to have suddenly regained his sanity after killing someone, with a look of horror on his face. He looked at the blood in the room and stepped back for two seconds. step.

There was a clang.

Xu Mingtao's kitchen knife fell to the ground.

Turning his head, he looked at Shen Zhuoxu who was still screaming. He grabbed her neck with one hand and threatened her fiercely to prevent her from making a sound.

Shen Zhuoxu raised his head. She seemed to be frightened, and unconsciously shrank back, whimpering and shaking her head.

As the man's palm became harder and harder, Shen Zhuoxu's face became redder and redder.

Until, the roar of a car engine came from downstairs.

Xu Mingtao seemed to realize something, and suddenly let go of Shen Zhuoxu's hand, staggered to his feet, and returned to the bedroom, as if he was going to pack his things and prepare to run away.

He didn't pack anything, just rushed out with his ID card and household registration book.

He exchanged glances with Jiang Zhimiao who was standing at the door.

There was visibly panic on Xu Mingtao's face. He didn't care even when he bumped into Jiang Zhimiao and rushed downstairs.

Jiang Zhimiao's breathing became rapid and his hands and feet became weak.

She seemed to be brought back to her senses by Xu Mingtao's collision. She climbed up using her hands and feet and pushed the door open.

The distance is both short and long.

After just a few steps, Jiang Zhimiao felt as if he had walked for several lifetimes and was out of breath.

She fell to the ground and tentatively reached out to feel An Qiaoqiao's breath.

An Qiaoqiao's breathing was weak, and her whole body was soaked in blood as if it were soaked in water. The skin on her back was torn open, revealing the hideous blood and bones, and the muscles and internal organs were exposed.

Jiang Zhimiao's heart was beating violently, and she wanted to lift her up and take her downstairs.

However, the only remaining trace of reason told her——

Can't move.

Don't make her injuries worse.

In the end, Jiang Zhimiao didn't know how she watched the medical staff come in and help An Qiaoqiao away, and how she followed them to the door of the operating room.

My mind went blank and the world around me seemed to be blurry.

She lowered her head and looked at the glaring bloodstains on her hands.

so popular.

It was so red that Jiang Zhimiao's eyeballs were stinging and trembling. She pursed her lips tightly and her throat was choked.

In a trance, it seemed as if someone walked up to her and asked her something in a low voice.

Jiang Zhimiao couldn't remember what he answered, he only remembered that he spoke every word with great effort.

At this moment, the doctor walked out of the operating room door.

Jiang Zhimiao stood up suddenly and walked over quickly.

The doctor looked at Jiang Zhimiao covered in blood and understood something. He took off his mask and said , " We have tried our best, but the patient has lost too much blood and has no will to live. Please accept my condolences."

Jiang Zhimiao's body shook suddenly.

A pair of bony hands held her waist.

The crutch fell to the ground, and the man just managed to catch Jiang Zhimiao who was about to fall.

Jiang Zhimiao subconsciously looked up and found that it was Xie Rongzhi.

Her tears rolled down unconsciously, "Mr. Xie ... "

The woman's face was stained blood red, and her hands were tightly grasping Xie Rongzhi's sleeves, refusing to let go. Her beautiful round eyes were wide open, and she looked at Xie Rongzhi as if she had seen her last straw.

"Please save her, save my friend, please."

Xie Rongzhi was about to refuse. How could there be someone in this world who is not dead? Besides, the doctor had said that the person was already dead. Even though he arrived a step late, he heard it clearly and there was no way he could bring the dead back to life.

The next second, a hot tear suddenly fell heavily on the back of his hand.

From the back of his hand, it hit his heart.

A crack was smashed in the heart.

Jiang Zhimiao did not notice Xie Rongzhi's daze, nor did she notice his hesitation. She only had one thought in her mind.

It is impossible for An Qiaoqiao to die.

She won't die.

She had to find someone to rescue her, save her.

However, the doctor next to her cut off her last glimmer of hope.

"By the way, Officer Chen, take a look at this note. It was found in the patient's pocket. It seems like she knew she would be attacked."

Jiang Zhimiao stopped breathing and turned his head stiffly to look over.

All I could hear was the police officer speaking word by word , " Fu Shaoyu? Is this matter related to the Fu family?"

Jiang Zhimiao's mind flashed through An Qiaoqiao's words: "Don't worry, I have a way to deal with Fu Shaoyu."

What can An Qiaoqiao do?

And this note is what she called a solution?

Jiang Zhimiao's chest was heaving violently, and his emotions were like a slope. Before he could figure it out, his vision suddenly went dark.

Xie Rongzhi was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching Jiang Zhimiao who was right beside him.

After a few seconds, he turned his head to look at the assistant next to him.

The assistant stepped forward and took over the task of connecting with the police.

After several conversations, and considering Jiang Zhimiao's familiarity with Xie Rongzhi, the police did not stop Xie Rongzhi from taking the person away, but only asked for contact information.

Looking at Jiang Zhimiao, whose eyes were closed and whose body was still trembling with fear.

Xie Rongzhi was silent for a few seconds, but still gave it.

He came here today to have his leg checked, and his original intention was just to say hello, but he ran into Jiang Zhimiao, who was covered in blood and fainted at the door of the operating room.

The police officer waved his hands and said, "It's nothing. This little girl is quite pitiful. She ran into a murder scene and was terrified. I heard that the deceased was her best friend. This is a big blow. You are her friend, so remember to care for her more."

Xie Rongzhi frowned slightly, then nodded.

He bent down and picked up Jiang Zhimiao horizontally before his assistant could stop him.

Jiang Zhimiao seemed to feel safe and instinctively shrank into Xie Rongzhi's arms. The blood on her face rubbed onto the man's shirt, staining his clothes. Her fingers tightly grasped his neat suit.

Xie Rongzhi just took a look and continued walking forward.

Although his legs were limping, every step he took was very steady, without any bumps at all.

Assistant Xie followed Xie Rongzhi with a look of disbelief on his face.

No one knows better than him that Xie Rongzhi's mysophobia is so outrageous that both humans and gods are outraged. Even the cars he gets in and out of are disinfected three times and he washes his hands countless times.

But now - he actually allowed a woman to soil his clothes.

When Tang Fan, who was one step behind, saw this scene, he stopped and subconsciously looked at Shen Zhuowen behind him.

Shen Zhuowen's eyes were heavy and he looked at the leaving figures of Xie Rongzhi and Jiang Zhimiao. His eyes were hard to distinguish, and he couldn't see his emotions or anger clearly.