Chapter 320： Jiang Qingyu broke his last breath

"Ming was injured, but the doctor said that there is no danger to his life. Jiang Qingyu was hit on the head by the falling chandelier and died on the spot."

Luo Zelan frowned and adjusted his cuffs, and said quietly: "Go to the hospital first."

The car drove all the way to the hospital. As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he heard an anxious voice from inside: "Ms. Ming, you can't get up yet."

Luo Zelan paused slightly, and in the next second, he pushed the door directly in. At a glance, he saw Ming Siran, who was ignoring the doctor's obstruction from getting up from the hospital bed, and his nervous subordinates stood beside him.

Ming Siran was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. At this moment, the shirt was stained with blood. He heard the voice. He looked up at him. His lips were pale and his features were cold and cold.

Luo Zelan retracted his gaze from his face and looked at the doctor: "How is he?"

The doctor, who was anxious for not being able to stop the patient, saw this man with a cold breath, as if he had finally found the backbone, and hurriedly said: "Although the patient is not life-threatening, the trauma is serious, especially the arm, which needs urgent treatment. Cooperate..."

Luo Zelan looked at Ming Siran's arm.

The blood ran down the fingers of his left hand, and one could tell how deep the wound was.

He frowned slightly.

Ming Siran didn't care at all about the injury on his body, staring at him with deep eyes: "Is there a clue."

"Do you want to shed your blood before you find Qiaoqiao?"

Ming Siran's face was tense. Seeing him, he took the phone out of his trousers pocket and dialed a number, then passed him and strode out of the ward.

The two subordinates looked at each other and quickly followed.

"This... how could you just let him go like this?" Looking at the empty ward, the doctor couldn't help but said to Luo Zelan.

Thought he would stop a bit.

The man's tone was indifferent: "He is dead, can I force him to heal?"

"..."

After speaking, Luo Zelan turned blankly and left the ward.

There was a car waiting at the door for a long time, Ming Siran sat in, and said solemnly to the person at the end of the call: "Wu Xia, do Qiao Qiao know any dangerous people abroad."

Luo Qiao's interpersonal relationship abroad is better than him.

Wu Xia and Rui Ze have also heard the news of Luo Qiao's disappearance, and are rushing to the airport: "We have already sent someone to check, rest assured, we will notify you as soon as we have news."

Hanging up the phone, Ming Siran leaned back and closed his eyes, showing Jiang Qingyu's scene before his death.

The flame was scorching, and the woman only had her last breath, her voice hoarse: "What I can't get, you can't get it, Ming Siran, Luo Qiao will never accept you, never..."

With the last few words, laughter rolled from her throat, almost as soon as the voice fell, she broke her last breath and fell completely in a pool of blood.

Ming Siran's face was tense, and there was a deep chill all over his body.

"Ming, what should I do next?"

The man’s voice was cold: "Go to the air traffic control department to check the latest helicopter flight. In addition, send me the surveillance video of each intersection."

"Yes."

...

The cruise ship slowly sailed across the sea, bringing out waves.

As night fell, the wind on the sea gradually became stronger, disturbing the black hair of the man on the deck.

Shen Jikong slightly squinted his eyes, holding his hands on the railing, looking at the sea, with a tall and straight figure and a cold posture, there is an indescribable **** inside.