Chapter 105

Zhu Hong is dead.

Zhu Hong is dead.

Metaphor is full of the cognition of "Zhu Hong is dead".

In addition to this cognition, I want to find out how Zhu Hong died.

She can cure Zhu Hong.

Mo Jingyao didn't seem to hear him and drove on.

Bugatti flies like a snake on a winding mountain road.

"Mo Jingyao, stop, I want to get off." In the rearview mirror, the police car is still chasing.

But, already unknowingly by Bugatti to get rid of.

She has just been online, and the local Internet is full of information about female students in Qimei No.1 middle school.

There is also Zhu Gang's information about the Mohist group. She now believes that what the person who rushed into the villa said was not threatening Mo Jingyao at all.

If he had been protecting her, the Mohist group would have been affected by her.

She doesn't want to implicate Mo Jingyao. It has nothing to do with him.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Jingyao suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was low and mellow, but he had a kind of power to calm people's heart, which calmed the metaphor quietly.

"I'm going to see Zhu Hong to prove that she didn't die because of the medicine I prescribed. In addition, I guess there may be something wrong with the traditional Chinese medicine she seized. So if I have a chance, I'll look for the discarded residues of the traditional Chinese medicine she fried this morning."

Mo Jingyao's dark face turned bright after hearing the idea of metaphor. "I'll deal with it."

"Mo Jingyao, I don't want to implicate you and Mo's family." Yu se turned over her mobile phone again. All of them complained about her post, along with the Mohist group.

Seeing the title of "Mo Jingyao shamelessly covering up his sister-in-law", she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No involvement." The man said, then connected to the mobile phone Bluetooth, connected to dial two calls.

Yu se continued to look at her mobile phone. She experienced such a big thing for the first time. More or less, she was a little flustered, so that she did not listen to Mo Jingyao's phone call at all.

There was another sharp turn in front of me. Because of the turbulence, I looked up subconsciously. The police car behind me could not be seen in the rearview mirror.

Then, all of a sudden, she found that the car slowed down. Just when she didn't know what Mo Jingyao was going to do, Bugatti suddenly stopped on the side of the road and said, "go."

"Why What do you mean

"Get out of the car." Mo Jingyao said, reaching for the metaphor of the mobile phone, directly shut down for her, so as to prevent people from locating him and her whereabouts.

"Oh." Yu se was pulled out of the car by Mo Jingyao and pulled into the grass on one side in a twinkling of an eye.

As she walked, she looked back at the Bugatti parked on the road. "Mo Jingyao, the police car is going to catch up."

But before she finished, she listened to the man in front of her: "here are the car keys. Listen to Lu Jiang's instructions when you drive there. Drag all the cars that surround you as much as possible."

"Yes, less ink."

Turning his head, the metaphor has not recovered from the man who suddenly appears in front of him. He has been pulled away by Mo Jingyao.

There is no road on the mountain, because Mo Jingyao walked ahead, there is a road.

Although a little muddled, but looking at Mo Jingyao's figure and smelling his familiar breath, I feel inexplicably down-to-earth.

Looking at him like this, she didn't ask him where he was going, and what he was taking her to do.

Inexplicable, it's all trust.

She believes in him.

It was only when she saw the huge thing in front of her that she understood, "take this to leave?"

This is a helicopter, quietly parked in the open mountains. Obviously, it belongs to Mo Jingyao's private ownership.

"Come up." Mo Jingyao opened the cabin door and pushed the metaphor color onto the plane, and then he entered the cockpit.

"Can you fly a plane?"

"Well."

Seeing that the man has started the helicopter, Yu se looked at him with adoration on his face, "don't tell me you can even sail a ship."

"Well, yes."

“……”

The helicopter quickly climbed into the high altitude, the speed is much faster than the car, only a few minutes, she saw the ground that one after another of the tall buildings.

They have entered the city.

When the helicopter stopped at the top of the hospital building, the metaphor had completely trusted the man. It is estimated that she would believe him now that he can drive tanks and submarines.

From the top of the hospital to the elevator, Mo Jingyao seemed to have the topographic map of the hospital in his hand, and soon took her to the hospital mortuary.

Because Zhu Hong was not a normal death, she was not directly taken to the funeral parlor, but was stopped in the mortuary of the hospital, waiting for the forensic autopsy to be processed.

"This way." Seeing her and Mo Jingyao, a nurse led them into the mortuary of the hospital, which should have been arranged by Mo Jingyao in advance.A chill came and the metaphor shivered.

She used to be afraid of the dead, this moment can only be strong courage to go in.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here." A big hand gently grasps her hand, in the palm, is full of steadiness.

It also makes the metaphor calm the mood and walk slowly.

After a body of iron boxes, finally stopped in front of Zhu Hong's box.

The nurse who came in opened the box. "This is Zhu Hong."

Already rigid body, but still can see Zhu Hong dead front color gray white.

We found that she didn't even have a spot of blood on her neck.

Seeing the moment of Zhu Hong, the metaphorical tears suddenly gushed out.

All the information told her that Zhu Hong died of poisoning.

But it's not from her prescription.

At one glance, she knew.

There is something wrong with Zhu Hong's traditional Chinese medicine.

Moving forward a step further, the figurative hand was about to fall, and the door of the mortuary behind him suddenly opened, "stop it, you can't touch her."

Metaphorical color muddled turn around, is not clear when the situation, the body side of Mo Jing Yao suddenly bent over, "you are busy with your, do not pay attention to."

Then the man let go of the figurative hand, and his long legs against the sky went slowly to the man who had just come in, and directly stopped him with a hard core, "what do you do?"

"This is an arrest warrant. Metaphor is suspected of murder. The murderer can't contact the dead. Get out of the way. I want to take her."

"Metaphor is not the killer." Mo Jingyao murmured coldly. He just stood in front of this man, who did not dare to cross him to catch the metaphor.

"Mo Shao, the instruction of Luo Dong, no matter who is, can't stop us from catching people."

"I only know one. Metaphor is not the killer."

Over there, the color of the hand has fallen on Zhu Hong's body.

Just for a moment, the metaphor's face was pale.

The body trembled and the metaphor almost stood unsteadily.