Chapter 820

Song Qinghuan nodded: "yes, I want to know if she has anything to do with the four fingers."

"But the four fingers are not dead. What's the use of tracking like this? They can't go in, they can only watch outside," said Si Chen. He understood song Qinghuan's purpose of tracking people, but he didn't understand the use of tracking people.

At this time, Bai rubing suddenly came out from home, like something urgent, fell on the door and ran out in a hurry.

Looking at her back, song Qinghuan frowned suspiciously: "where does she want to go in such a hurry?"

Sichen asked, "do you want to follow?"

Song Qinghuan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "forget it, it's no use to keep up. She looks like she's running so fast. We can't keep up too fast, and we can't keep up too slow, so..."

Then she raised her finger and pointed to Bai rubing's residence: "where, I'm interested. I'm a little curious about how Bai rubing came to live here. You know, on her condition, she shouldn't live here."

"Then go in and have a look."

"No, there's no key."

Sichen smiles, then steps forward and comes to the wooden door. He looks around. Seeing that no one is looking, he takes a clip from Song Qinghuan's head. He uses the clip to directly open the door.

Song Qinghuan looked at her in surprise: "can you even unlock the lock?"

Sichen handed the clip to her hand: "it's a small thing."

Then he went out first. As soon as he entered the room, song Qinghuan felt the cold, and there was formalin everywhere in the room, which was extremely pungent.

"My God, how can Bai rubing live in such a place? Even if he lives in such a place, he should clean it well. How can it taste like that?" Song Qinghuan muttered.

Looking at sichen again, his face suddenly became serious. He squinted left and right, then pushed open the door of a room, which had no windows but only one door.

Inside the room turned on a white fluorescent lamp. There was a long desk under the light. There was a piece of white cloth on the desk. Under the white cloth was a human shaped corridor.

Song Qinghuan swallowed subconsciously: "that, what is this?"

In fact, she had some ideas in her heart, and some of them understood what it was, but she was afraid to be sure.

Sichen obviously has the same idea. He moves forward step by step, and then comes to the front of the stage. The room is very cold, and song Qinghuan only dares to lie behind sichen.

"That sichen..."

"Well?" Sichen light should, and then raised his hand to uncover the corner of the white cloth.

Suddenly, a man's face was exposed to the air. His face was as white as the white cloth on his body.

Maybe because of the use of liquid medicine, the skin has not lost its luster, and it still looks elastic. His mouth is slightly open, and his eyes are also open. Around the diffused pupil, it looks dark and deep, as if he is staring at someone.

As soon as song Qinghuan's pupil shrinks, he stares in horror and immediately runs to one side to vomit.

God, how could Bai rubing hide a corpse at home, and this man is still a state official.

Bai rubing and Shi Guozheng, Shi Guozheng and Bai rubing should be people of two worlds. How can they