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[Does that even need to be said? The culprit must be him, that girl must have something on him, that's why he killed her so viciously, right?]

[Come on, everyone, let's guess who the culprit is. I'm guessing it's that trash of a boyfriend. If you agree, please raise your hands.]

[I hope the police can intervene in the investigation. This tycoon who dares to drive a luxury car into people must have done something that cannot be done in public. Otherwise, how could he dare to murder others in public and keep his mouth shut?]

[Lamborghini Anniversary of the Year limit. There are only 50 cars in the entire world. It should be easy to search for them. Police uncles, please.]

Now that this matter had become a hot topic of discussion among the entire population, the police would definitely investigate it as soon as possible due to the pressure, in case there was any negative social repercussions.

An Hao was very satisfied, the matter of Li Hong Ye's death had finally started to make a good start, and he reckoned that there would be a perfect ending very soon.

Around nine in the morning, when she went to the bathroom to wash up, the door to the room next door was still closed. Lin Qing should still be asleep.

After she finished washing up, she directly went out and took a taxi back to her grandma's house. Grandma had already finished her breakfast and was about to pay a visit to Grandma Su's house next door, but she was a little surprised to see her back, "Why are you back at this time? "His face is still so pale …"

She frowned as she spoke. "You and Xi Yang had another fight?"

"Nope." An Hao complained coquettishly: "How can you quarrel every day? My expression is not good because I didn't sleep last night."

"You …" Grandma An stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"You have to work overtime." An Hao grumbled as he walked towards his room: "Since we're already on vacation, our editor has even given us a lot of tasks. It's so inhumane."

"You child." The Grandma An poked her head but didn't argue. She turned around and followed An Hao back to the house: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." An Hao smiled and put his arms around his grandmother's shoulders, "I just want to go home and eat the food that you made yourself."

"Alright, grandma will heat up the food for you right now. What do you want to eat?"

"As long as grandma does it, anything is fine."

After eating breakfast, in order to not arouse Grandma's suspicions, An Hao packed a few sets of clothes, and the skincare products that he did not want to use previously, and left the house.

When they returned to Xiangshan District, Lin Qing's room still did not have any movement. After An Hao packed his clothes and put them in the wardrobe, there was nothing left to do.

She didn't get a good rest for two days. Her head felt a little dizzy, so after hesitating for a bit, she decided to just lie on the bed to sleep. She even let go of her cellphone's music.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt that she had fallen asleep. The blurry her seemed to see Lu Qi's face again, and what was even more outrageous was that she was covered in blood as she hugged Chen Xiyang's neck.

She was so scared that she stepped forward to separate them. "Let him go, he didn't do anything to hurt you, so don't hurt him."

Lu Qi slowly looked at her and smiled, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth: "You caused my death, of course I want to seduce your husband, this is called retribution, do you understand?"

Retribution?

An Hao felt her entire body turning cold, and suddenly opened her eyes, maybe she was used to it, this time she was not shocked, she only stared at the ceiling, not sleeping anymore.

This kind of messy dream kept torturing her, as long as she closed her eyes and Chen Xiyang did not come out. Lu Qi chased after her and asked, "Is Li Hong Ye's life not her life?"

An Hao started to lose sleep for a long time. At night, it was fine, but during the day, she didn't know what to do nor did she have anywhere to go. She could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

It was as if one could see Lu Qi's bloody face just by looking at that piece of information.

This situation continued until October 5th. Shen Liang held a funeral for Lu Qi and buried her in the Jiangbei cemetery.

After An Hao heard of this news, he waited until dusk to make sure that there was no one left before he bought a piece of paper and a bunch of lilies before driving to Jiangbei cemetery.

Lu Qi was buried in the northeast corner, and many of her favorite lilies were placed in front of the tombstone. An Hao placed the bunch of flowers he brought along into the flowers and silently looked at the photo on the tombstone.

Lu Qi who was in the photo smiled brightly, her bright eyes looked at the camera with a smile, the love in her eyes could be seen clearly even if the camera froze them.

She squatted down and put down the bag containing the Dark Paper on the ground. She reached out and placed one of them in front of the tombstone, took out a lighter and lit it up. Just as the Dark Paper was about to burn out, she threw another one in.

She could not help but open her mouth and say: "I know, the moment I knew that I had deceived you, you harbored hatred towards me, and you may even wish for me to die, but Lu Qi, you should know what you have done yourself. Li Hong Ye, a poor kid from the countryside, trust you so much, she sincerely treated you as a friend, but what about you?"

As she spoke, she threw another piece of paper money into the fire and continued, "I personally pushed her into the abyss and watched as my boyfriend forced her to take drugs and watched how many people beat her to death every day. Did you ever think she was your friend? Did you ever think that you would also receive retribution? "

"So, I didn't mean to harm you. I'm a reporter, so I want to be worthy of my profession."

"How do you know she thinks you caused her death?"

A voice suddenly sounded from not too far behind him. An Hao turned around and saw Lin Lang standing not too far away, dressed in a black casual suit.

An Hao frowned: "Why are you here? You sent someone to follow me again? "

It was only when she turned around that Lin Lang could see her face clearly. Her originally white and tender face was extremely pale, and she looked extremely dry, with very thick black circles under her eyes. Even if she wore lipstick, it wouldn't be enough to cover her cracked lips, and her voice was even more hoarse than when he saw her in the White Emperor Club.

It had only been a few days, but she had been tormented like this, like a marijuana smoker, and she had lost a lot of weight.

Lin Lang's face sank. "How did you do this to yourself?"

An Hao pursed her lips, did not say much, and turned back to continue burning paper money.

"I'm asking you a question." Lin Lang raised his pitch, his tone filled with anger that could not be hidden: "You can't hear?"

An Hao threw the paper in his hand into the fire. After a moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "I can't sleep."

Once she said that, the grievances in her heart started to flood out like a flood. She bit her lips. She tried her best to keep her eyes open so that tears wouldn't flow out.

Lin Lang stood behind her and said with a frown: "What are you thinking about all day?"