Chapter 1181: Crazy Girl vs Spiritual Mentor (Fifty-Five)

Bo Yan stepped forward, took dyed white's hand, stared at the hand with ten fingers in his beautiful deep eyes, with a fleeting smile in his eyes, and whispered: "Let's go."

Because Bo Yan had called in advance, everyone in the management bureau knew that the person at the scene of the crime was Dr. Bo's girlfriend.

The attitude is simply good and couldn't be better.

"En." Ranbai held the man's cold hand, smiled and looked at Bo Yan: "Waiting for me all this time?"

"I want to see you at a glance." Bo Yan replied.

Ranbai chuckled lightly, and bent the corners of her lips: "Let's go."

However,

Probably unexpected.

The serial murder case that followed seemed to be the same as the one with the white bars.

For three consecutive times, the deaths of the three people were all at the scene of the murder.

And it was the one closest to the corpse.

Well, Ranbai has come out of the management bureau once again after being familiar with it.

This kind of serial coincidence has been discussed by many people, and some even say that the murderer of the serial murder case is Ranbai.

Otherwise, how could Ranbai be the discoverer of the murder scene three times in a row?

The shadow and fear of this serial murder case were too great, and some people even set up a special post on the Internet, analyzing with reason and evidence that Ranbai was the murderer.

Those who didn't know were immediately misunderstood when they saw it, and strongly demanded that Ranbai be brought to justice.

Probably only Ranbai himself knew that it wasn't a coincidence and supernatural truth, but that the so-called murderous maniac had found Shen Bai and was just warning the original owner.

Ranbai didn't intend to pay attention to the rumors on the Internet. In short, the murderer will be caught sooner or later, but...the one who is caught will be a corpse.

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In the dark study room, Bo Yan looked at the posts displayed on the computer one by one, and pressed his lips tightly, the corners of his lips turned white due to exertion.

He lowered his eyes, those beautiful deep eyes did not show any emotion, the long eyelashes hit the eyelids, the black eyes were a bit gloomy.

He got up and stood in front of the French windows.

The night outside is gorgeous and wonderful, with neon lights flashing and dreamlike prosperity.

Bo Yan made a phone call with a blank face, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his lips parted slightly: "Check."

It's just a word, but it's not as gentle and polite as the day, it's like the cold ice, with a hint of hostility.

Those pitch-black eyes were so dark that no light could be seen.

"Online posts about Shen Bai's serial murder case are all blocked.

I don't want to see any more comments. "There is no light in the study. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if standing at the junction of light and darkness. Half of his body was hidden in the darkness, and his shadow could not be seen.

In front of him, bright lights.

Behind him, the darkness is boundless.

In the quiet study room, his indifferent and rational voice sounded: "The starting point for the spread of untrue rumors involves people. Directly initiate a lawyer's letter and sue for defamation. Any form of private settlement is not accepted."

After hanging up the phone, he looked indifferently at the dreamy prosperity outside the window, and with only one glance, he looked away.

Looking down at the phone, he clicked on the photo album familiarly, and looked at the high-definition photos of the girl inside.

The corners of his lips slowly evoked a lingering smile, and even the tip of his brows was an indelible smile.

Gently and even cautiously, the fingertips slowly touched the photos on the screen.

His eyes were deep and obsessed, and his dark eyes were stained a little bit bright red.

Until he lowered his eyes and kissed reverently.

Morbid to gloomy.

He pursed his lips lightly, and painted the girl's facial features devoutly and obsessively with his fingertips. It took a long time before he made a sound, the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

"Don't leave me, please..."

Keep your posture to the lowest, extremely humble.