Chapter 1181

It's not so much a figure as a body.

A pool of blood next to the body was very dazzling, red as a needle, which hurt Wen's heart.

That's the ink in its heyday.

Even if it turns into ash, she will never admit the wrong time ink.

His posture in a pool of blood is still so elegant. Under the support of bright blood, he is more noble than the prince. His exquisite face is still handsome enough to pick out no defects.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, looked serene, with theout any pain, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

But there was no sign of ups and downs in the chest, only an unusually prominent hole, there was no blood to flow, and the cold wind was pouring in mercilessly.

Wen churan always had the illusion that he would wake up at any time. Until now, she still felt that all this was an illusion, but she stared at his closed eyes, but she couldn't wait until he opened them.

Is he dead?

Just die?

Before she could see him for the last time and say the last word to him, he died without warning?

She hasn't taken revenge on him and hasn't had time to show him happiness.

How could he... How could he just die?!

Wen churan's surface is calm, and his heart has already rolled up a tsunami.

Sheng Zhixun's tears burst out in an instant and roared angrily, "you put my fourth brother's body here?! Why did you put my fourth brother here?! "

On this cold floor

The secretary general explained later that "in order to better find the clues left by the murderer, the crime scene must be maintained without any damage, including... The body of his Excellency the president."

Gu Nanpei felt that Wen churan's body was shaking violently, and his hands were cold to the bone. He could turn his head, but he saw that Wen churan's face had no expression. He didn't seem to be moved in the face of Sheng Shimo's death.

The more she was like this, Gu Nanpei was more worried. He grabbed her hand and whispered, "first dye, if you feel bad, cry out and don't hold it in your heart."

"Why should I cry?" Wen churan stared at the flourishing ink on the floor, his eyes were dark without a trace of emotion, his tone did not fluctuate, and even showed some ruthless cold.

"Why should I cry for him? It's best if he's dead... It's best if he's dead... "

Wen churan's mouth repeated this sentence again and again.

It's like talking to others, but it's like implying something to yourself.

"First dyeing! Stop pretending! Don't hold on any longer, will you? " Gu Nanpei shakes Wen churan's shoulder hard and wants to punch Wen churan into tears.

She knew that Wen churan was just holding on and pretending not to care.

Such warm first dyeing made her feel more heartache.

Just then, Wen churan suddenly stretched out his hand, pushed Gu Nanpei away, turned around and ran away. His steps were so flustered that he was like fleeing from the terrible hell. He kept saying, "it's best if he dies... It's best if he dies..."

Sheng Zhixun already held the door frame and cried so hard that he couldn't take care of Wen churan. Only Gu Nanpei chased him out.

"First dyeing... First dyeing..."

I don't know whether the ground is too slippery or Wen churan's feet have no strength. I saw her running. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell to the ground with a plop.

This fall, she no longer had the strength to get up, and the whole person lay motionless on the ground, like a corpse.

Gu Nanpei immediately rushed forward, picked up Wen churan and held her tightly in his arms.

"Churan... It doesn't matter. You can cry in front of me..."