Jiang Qingtian has a lot of properties in hand, although the housing prices in the capital are higher than one round, but for the eldest young man of his plane, the house is just a plaything, just like those women who are flies and dogs, it is just a way of life for the eldest young master of the Jiang family to excrete loneliness on a whim one day. This French-style flat floor has not been in place for a long time, and he rarely asks again when he is tired of playing in the courtyard not long ago, and only waits for the price to double in two years before making a move, of course, Jiang Qingtian has a special person around him who is responsible for this kind of cumbersome procedures, he only needs to select the target, start, enjoy, and then kick it away. However, now this flat floor with the Palladian Cross Rotunda interprets the architectural culture of the Renaissance period to the fullest, and Jiang Qingtian, who has recently been fascinated by European medieval culture, can't put it down, like Linxing's favorite concubine, must come every night.

In the early hours of the morning, the huge living room with a wide field of vision was brightly lit, and the Jiang family, who was in the north in black and white, sat alone on the sofa in a daze, and had just fought three hundred rounds with the unknown woman he brought back in the suite bedroom, but after withdrawing the woman's body, Jiang Qingtian began to miss the only woman who dared to wave his fist at him when he was in Jingshan School. Jiang Qingtian came to the living room naked, poured himself a glass of water, but kept it on the gray marble coffee table and didn't drink a sip.

He was in a bad mood because that person had come to the capital. He was very curious, how could that man have the courage to step into his territory again, did he think that he really didn't dare to touch him? How could he dare to step into Sijiu City alone again without being accompanied? Thinking of this, Jiang Qingtian couldn't help but be a little angry, he felt that his opponent was despising him, especially after he was trampled like a repeat ant by that person's two brothers last time, he always felt that he remembered the pale southern face—sneer, sarcasm, and sympathy.

When that face came to mind, Jiang Qingtian casually smashed the crystal glass on the marble wall, and the shattered bones of the cup didn't seem to make his feelings any better. Finally, he lit a cigarette for himself, and under the stimulation of the swirling smoke, his feelings slowly calmed down.

Li Yundao ...... Li Yundao ...... "He muttered the man's name in his mouth, his expression as fierce as chewing the man's flesh and bones. After a long time, after the cigarette was finished, he got up and poured himself another glass of water, picked up the phone and dialed it out.

The phone rang for a long time and no one answered, Jiang Qingtian frowned, changed the number again, and sure enough, it only rang twice, and the other end was answered.

"Jiang Shao, I was about to call you, Guofan died. ”

Jiang Qingtian hung up the phone expressionlessly. He lost again. He sat down again on the buckskin sofa in the living room, still naked, his hand holding the glass trembling slightly. Not fear, but anger, extreme rage.

Another cup shattered.

Jiang Qingtian was panting and even overturned the marble coffee table, he didn't even want to think about the name at the moment, but those three words and the pale face lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

He picked up the fruit knife that had fallen on the ground and slashed the expensive imported sofa miserably, until the woman rubbing sleepy eyes walked into the living room naked, and then he suddenly laughed. Because the woman asked, "Jiang Shao, what's wrong with you?"

Yes, he smiled, smiled sincerely, and smiled confidently. He is Jiang Qingtian, the eldest and youngest of the Jiang family, the first successor of the Jiang family, who is that person? A nobody, once upon a time, it was as easy for him to pinch that person to death as it was to pinch an ant to death, even if there was a woman named Cai Taoyao standing behind him.

"It's nothing, I just found out that the quality of this sofa and coffee table is very poor, and Ming'er found someone to change it. Baby, are you just cool?"

The woman sneered: "I can't imagine you will be so violent." ”

"The fierce ones are still behind...... "The young man of the Jiang family pounced on him like a tiger.

The woman refused to raise her body to greet the invasion of the Jiang family, and they did not go back to the room, but moved wildly on the floor of the living room.

I don't know how long it took, when the woman was already spasming and couldn't straighten up, Jiang Qingtian touched a glass shard in his hand.

When the blood gushed out, the Jiang family also spurted out, he had never felt such a strong pleasure, as if hovering on the edge of life and death, the blood sprayed on his face from the woman's neck artery made him orgasm.

He moved on the woman for a long time, until the blood was over his knees, and then he got up, and glanced coldly at the staring woman—her face looked very much like the woman who had made him dream, but her temperament was very different. Because she is indeed not Cai Taoyao. How could his goddess be so debauched, how could his goddess rejoice at the knees of men? Therefore, she must die, because she has defiled his goddess.

He got up and went into the bathroom without expression, rinsed his body, especially the blood stains on his body, took a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, took another one, walked to the living room, and threw it on the dead woman, the blood quickly stained the white bath towel, and under the golden light of the living room, the bath towel quickly turned black and red.

Jiang Qingtian put on his clothes, subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and called Li Guofan, and after ringing twice, he realized that the middle-aged man who was good at helping him take care of the aftermath was dead. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and called Lin Yushi again: "The house here in Gongyuan, send your own people to clean it." ”

Lin Yushi was stunned for a moment before saying, "Is there any garbage?"

Jiang Qingtian hung up the phone with a "hmm", someone broke his usual "right arm" tonight, and now he only has his left arm, he got into the Bugatti sports car that he had just started, and looked at the dark night sky full of rare stars: "Are they declaring war?" He sneered, started the engine, kicked the accelerator, and the body suddenly burst out.

If you want to fight, then fight.

Lin Yushi got up from the quilt at 12:30 in the middle of the night and took less than half an hour to reach the French-style flat on the side of the Gongyuan. He obviously hesitated when he opened the door with the key, Li Guofan said before that Jiang Shao had some special habits in some aspects, but those dirty jobs were all Li Guofan's responsibility before, and Lin Yushi, a think tank, rarely came forward to solve this kind of thing.

When he opened the door and stepped in, he obviously felt a puddle of water under his feet, but soon the strong smell of blood came, and he quickly turned on the light, the golden light and the bright red pool of blood made him a little uncomfortable for a while. He's also killed people, so he's not afraid. However, he kills to survive, because if he doesn't kill, he is killed. But what did Jiang Qingtian kill for?

He saw the woman hastily covering her upper body with a bath towel, her two white legs curled in a pool of blood, he frowned, there were some other smells in the air, he knew what it was. He was thinking, what did Li Guofan think about every time he came to deal with these so-called "garbage"? Does Li Guofan's death also mean that he is liberated?

Lin Yushi practiced internal skills, and he read much more books than Li Guofan, otherwise Jiang Qingtian would not have asked these Lin Junshi about everything, he brought a lot of things, just to be afraid of dealing with this kind of tricky scene. This kind of thing, the less people know about it, the better, so he doesn't worry about letting his subordinates deal with it, and it's safest to do it himself.

Fortunately, the bath towel had sucked a lot of blood, so the blood only flowed to the entrance to the Cross Circle, and he thought about it and disposed of it first. He awkwardly put on his rubber gloves, picked up a corner of the bath towel that was still dripping blood, put it into the three-tiered garbage bag he had prepared, and when he looked down, his body shook because = he saw the dead eyes wide, as if he were the murderer who had cut the artery in her neck with glass. Lin Yushi was only slightly stunned for a moment and then continued the movements in his hand, this should not be the first one, he could see from the wound on the woman's neck that Jiang Shao's technique was very skillful, without the slightest hesitation, he was killed with a knife, and the woman died of excessive blood loss. Is this another poor woman who fantasizes about flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix? While continuing to clean up the mess, he thought, why are there so many people in this world who want carp to jump over the dragon gate? Don't they know that the other side of the dragon gate is not as beautiful as they imagined, and putting aside the risk of jumping with all their might, the world of dragons will only be more cruel than fish, but the fish competing for the leap are not clear.

It took him nearly two hours to clean up the living room, which smelled of bleach, and he sighed as he glanced at the huge bag at his feet. Tonight, apart from Li Guofan and this woman, how many lives are falling? He suddenly realized that in fact, reading too much is not necessarily a good thing, at least Li Guofan will not be as sad as him every time he does this kind of thing.

He made a phone call, and the funeral home had already arranged for him to cremate both of them before dawn. What better way to hide the corpse than cremating it to ashes? He didn't know how Li Guofan had dealt with it before, Li Guofan would usually fall asleep when he went back after doing this kind of work, he wouldn't say, and Lin Yushi naturally wouldn't ask. When it was time to deal with this kind of thing himself, he had a headache about what to do with the corpse. At this time, he was a little glad that Li Guofan also died tonight, otherwise he would not have thought of such a good way to be cremated. However, if Li Guofan hadn't died, he wouldn't have to travel so hard tonight.

Late at night, the underground parking lot of the community was very quiet, when he pulled things out, he didn't meet a person, and when the camera came, he had already been destroyed by him in advance, he threw the heavy garbage bag into the trunk, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, killing people was a very simple thing. But how did it get so complicated now?