Murong Cheng's expression was awe-inspiring for a moment.

"What's the matter?" He frowned, the smile on his face all reduced.

Mu Zi told him what had happened on the street.

"I'm not sure..." Mu Zi emphasized repeatedly, "I was wearing a mask, and the street was crowded with people, so he shouldn't recognize me...and it was noisy around, maybe I heard it wrong. "

Mu Zi was very contradictory. On the one hand, he said that he might recognize the wrong person, but on the other hand he was uneasy.

Murong Cheng pondered for a moment and called Wang Zhan: "Check the monitoring of the security entrance, and go through the screening from yesterday to today, and look for Mu Zening's shadow."

Just about to hang up the phone, the voice stopped, Murong Cheng asked again: "How much did the person who died today lose in the casino?"

Wang Zhan also needs to investigate this matter, and there is no way to answer Murong Cheng immediately.

Murong Cheng hung up the phone and waited for the news, frowning, and his expression a little solemn.

Mu Zi raised his hand and pressed his brow, stroking it little by little, trying to flatten it.

"Maybe I confessed to the wrong..." She pressed and said softly, "There has been no news since he ran away, which made me suspicious, alas..."

Murong Cheng held her hand and rubbed it on her palm.

"If you think it's not right, then there must be something wrong." Murong Cheng said coldly, "No matter what, you must check."

Mu Zi remained silent.

She also hopes to have a thorough investigation, although it will be more troublesome, but at least it will be at ease.

Wang Zhan arranged personnel to investigate and monitor, but no results were found. Today is different than usual. There are too many masked guests who can’t see their faces and can’t tell whether Mu Zening has entered the casino.

And last time, when Mu Yun's ex-boyfriend committed suicide by jumping off the building, Mu Zening was at home at the time, and no one could prove the relationship between the two, and neither could Mu Zi.

However, Wang Zhan found out how much the jumper lost. Both the croupier and the surveillance video can confirm that the other party made a total of six bets tonight, three of which used 100,000 chips and lost a total of 360,000.

This is not a small number, but for most of the guests who visit the casino, it is not a large number.

"Let's check his family's situation again." Murong Cheng ordered, "What are you doing, who are in the family, who have been in contact with them recently, the more detailed the better."

If it is pure suicide, it does not matter.

But if it was Mu Zening who was doing a ghost, Murong Cheng would have to find out what Mu Zening's purpose was, what was his relationship with the other party, and what was the special nature of the dead person.

Because of such an episode, both Mu Zi and Murong Cheng's moods were somewhat affected.

Outside the window, the midnight bell rang, one after another, echoing in the colorful city. At the same time, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, covering the light of the stars.

Christmas has come.

Even if Mu Zi was on a high place, she seemed to be able to hear the cheers on the street downstairs.

Murong Cheng circled her from behind, and calmed down in a low voice: "Nothing will happen."

Mu Zi hummed softly.

I hope nothing will happen...

...

When I woke up the next day, it was a sunny day.

Mu Zi opened her eyes, and she was still in a daze. Looking at the beam of light leaking from the gap in the curtain, she suddenly realized something and turned to find her mobile phone.

After checking the news for a long time, I finally found an SMS: Yesterday a man jumped from the ninth floor of the casino and died instantly.

The space is short, no one left a message, and the number of views is pitifully small. It is like an inconspicuous grit among many news, no one cares.

Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this should have passed.