All of this happened too strangely, too cleverly, and too many coincidences, just like artificially made g.

From the beginning, Long Junchen himself was not prepared to deal with so many troubles. He came here simply with the mentality of traveling to Japan. The reason was very simple. Qian Feng's son Qian Lei, under the firm control of MI6, had no need for Qian Feng to offend a giant such as MI6 for a Zetian Mingtang Jade Buddha Head. Besides, this thing should have been taken back to China in a natural way. This has been planned for a long time. No matter how you think about it, it is an easy job. Long Junchen doesn't have to do anything, so he should take it for granted and naturally bring the Zetian Mingtang Jade Buddha Head back to China.

The moment Japan landed, Long Junchen didn't notice anything strange about this matter. He should eat and play, but now the development of the situation has completely lost control.

Qian Feng disappeared, almost all the clues were broken, and the only Crow Mansion became the other party's trap. Moreover, Long Junchen extremely disliked the feeling that his every move was guessed by the other party, as if there were eyes staring at him behind him, step by step inducing him to gradually fall into the abyss according to the trap they designed. He had no initiative, and his trump card was seen thoroughly by others.

"Who is it?" This is Long Junchen's biggest doubt at this moment. He clenched his fists, and his nasolabial folds were not obvious, which lengthened the corners of his mouth, as if he had eaten bitter melon. Qian Feng didn't know whether he was voluntarily or forced to contact this organization, because from various circumstances, Qian Feng could not have disappeared by himself for no reason, and that was meaningless. His disappearance must have nothing to do with the organization behind Han Xier, otherwise the other party would not have been able to pinch himself and Ning Fenger's whereabouts so much.

Another question is, regarding Han Xier, Long Junchen, in fact, he is basically determined that this poor opera girl is dead. According to the style of this organization, the useless person will only be a bad mouth and a leaky wall. It is naturally the easiest to eliminate the roots. If you want to avoid leaking water, it is best not to leave a drop of water. But isn’t this organization best at killing people to silence?

Thinking of the various inconveniences and the huge uncertainty of the future, Long Junchen felt an anxiety in his heart for no reason. He couldn't understand why he could still lie on the bed with peace of mind. The purpose of this trip was to find the Jade Buddha Head of Zetian Mingtang. But now, let alone the Jade Buddha Head, even Long Junchen, the shadow of Qian Feng, had not seen Qian Feng's shadow, and he was seriously injured in the explosion and temporarily lost his ability to move. He became a fanatical lying on the bed all day long. Talking about war on paper has always been a ridiculous and sad thing.

Fortunately, just when Long Junchen clenched his fist and was tortured by the torture of all kinds of troubles, his injured back and chest suddenly broke out together. A bit of biting pain interrupted his chaotic thoughts, forcing him to stop the complicated troubles scattered in his brain.

Long Junchen was a little breathless for a moment and took a few breaths of cold air. So he quietly lifted up the quilt pressing on his body a little, then turned over and lay down habitually, pulling the breath to a long and calm, and following the pain like sleeping peacefully. In this half-suffocating pain, Long Junchen gritted his teeth and finally waited for half a night of self-torture to stop. He gradually relaxed with a cold sweat and began to feel a little sleepy.

Ning Feng'er followed Xiaoqing all the way. At this time, the autumn wind was gusts and the sky was a little gloomy. At this moment, Ning Feng'er could already smell the fishy smell from the room through the door. She flipped in through the window. When she flipped in, she was almost smoky by the smell coming from the inside!

It was a blue and white refrigerator. The two doors of the refrigerator were wide open, and there was a trace of air conditioning inside. Inside the refrigerator, wrapped by a trace of air conditioning was a curled naked female corpse.

The only thing left in the whole room was Ning Feng'er, who was alone with these simple furniture.

A refrigerator that had become a corpse cabinet, a cloth sofa that was so dirty that it was invisible to see the background, a three-legged plastic chair, a short-legged coffee table, an old-style wall cabinet, a gray-covered TV and a simple camp bed, the withered fake flowers seemed to be rendered by this sluggish atmosphere and became even more dilapidated and withered. This is all the furniture. Ning Feng'er stood there in vain, frowned and lost her grasp for a while.

There were a few pornographic publications piled up on the sofa, and the sexy photo albums fell to the ground in a mess, a set of playing cards and a few mercury-filled dice, and the empty wine glass was still ticking with unfinished wine. There were dozens of beer bottles and used disposable lunch boxes piled up in the corner of the wall, which smelled bad even if it was hot, but compared to the owner, it was so smelly.

In addition to changing clothes, there are many other things in the suitcase under the wall cabinet. The murderer did not take away the tools for the crime. Many of the tools for the crime were scattered on the ground, including rubber gloves, head covers, rain boots, rainproof cloth, banned knives, iron hammers, iron rods, electric shocks and some common lock-picking tools.

It took Ning Feng'er a long time to calm down the sour feeling that rose due to the unbearable smell. After seeing the things in the refrigerator, he almost vomited them out. It was a female corpse that made people couldn't help but breathe.

Rather than saying that it was a dead corpse, Ning Feng'er would rather believe that there was an ice sculpture on the ground.

Ning Feng'er's tongue felt a little bitter, and she was stunned. Although she had received a lot of anti-bloody training at MI6, she had seen bloody corpses and dismembered into countless pieces. However, this was the first time she had encountered such corpses that were frozen into ice, and this cruel method was really incredible.

Ning Feng'er walked around the room and found a vegetable oil bottle for cooking. There was still some oil inside. She thought for a while and felt that it would be some time before the ice melted automatically. She decided to use fire to start roasting the frozen corpse of the ice sculpture. The identity of the deceased had basically been confirmed. It was Han Xier. She was really surprised by the speed of the organization's silence.
Chapter completed!