Everyone in Lanjiang City knew about Ling Han's identity. The police did not dare to do anything, but it did not mean that they would not do anything if they were pushed too far.
Qiao Mu quickly grabbed Ling Han and said anxiously, "Director Ling, it's more important to find Secretary Ye. Right now, time is life. We have plenty of time to settle the score with them when they're at the police station."
Ling Han's eyes froze when he heard the words' Secretary Ye, 'and he reluctantly let go of his hand.
That unlucky police officer was about to explode when he was pulled back by his colleagues behind him. They also found an older and calmer person to negotiate with Ling Han.
"We're investigating the exact situation. We'll definitely find her, but Xiao Li didn't make it clear just now. Director Ling, why don't you go home and wait? We'll search the entire mountain overnight. We want to see her if she's alive or dead."
Ling Han spat out four words with a cold face, "She won't die."
For the entire night, Deer Mountain Expressway was sealed off for search and rescue. The news of the search and rescue at the bottom of the valley was sent to the top of the mountain every half an hour. The medical team first brought Sheng Anran back to the hospital for treatment. On the empty mountain road, Ling Han stood motionless against the wind while holding onto the protective fence like a statue.
It was not until the middle of the night that the last piece of news came from the bottom of the valley.
"Mr. Ling, we found part of the wreckage of the car at the bottom of the valley. Most of it was washed downstream by the stream. Judging from the burn marks on the wreckage, there was a huge explosion in the car, so the person inside couldn't have survived. My condolences."
He had been standing for too long, and his legs were numb.
He actually wanted to grab the police officer who spoke and question him on what basis he came to this conclusion.
However, the empty valley and the pitch-black night kept reminding him that he was not going to leave this place.
'Couldn't have survived.' These four words were so decisive when they came from the police officer's mouth.
His phone rang in his pocket. It was Qiao Mu.
"Hello …" Ling Han's voice was very hoarse, and he used all his strength to say that one word.
On the other end of the phone, Qiao Mu was silent for a few seconds. "Director Ling, Sheng Anran said that before Secretary Ye pushed her out of the car, she asked her to pass a message to you."
His hand that was holding onto the protective fence suddenly tightened. "What did she say?"
"She said that she had repaid everything she owed you and that it was time to live a good life."
The night wind blew, and the night was bleak. With a "pa" sound, the phone slipped from his ear and fell on the road. It flickered a few times before rolling into the bushes on the side of the road. It fell into the valley and became a small dot of light before finally disappearing.
On the empty and lonely mountain road, a tall and straight figure slowly squatted on the ground. His hands covered his face, and his shoulders began to tremble.
Not long after, that pair of slender and clean hands grabbed the hair in front of his forehead, and his forbearing and sorrowful cries echoed in the valley over and over again.
No matter how much I owe you, I've already paid you back, so you have to live well.
But in a world without you, what is a good life?
At the entrance of the operating theater of Lanjiang City International Medical Center, doctors of various skin colors, wearing green sterile gowns, shuttled back and forth between the corridor and the operating theater. All of them looked dignified and did not dare to slack off.
Basins of gauze covered in a thick, charred substance mixed with blood were carried out of the operating theater.
A dark figure sat on the sofa in the corridor, toying with a loaded pistol in his hand. His eyes were demonic and cold, and his entire body was indescribably cold. Everyone's heart was in their mouths, and the man's powerful words when he sent someone into the operating theater echoed over and over in their minds. "If you can't save her, the entire hospital will be buried with her."
The day after Ye Huanyan's accident, the fire department gave up on the search and rescue work. The identification report was sent to the Pleasure Group, and only Qiao Mu was there.
The police handed the report to Qiao Mu with a solemn expression. "We were afraid that you would be anxious, so our director specially asked us to prepare a case report and send it over. That little girl named Ye Huanyan is truly extraordinarily courageous. Under such circumstances, she could still think of pushing the person in the front passenger seat out of the car. Very impressive."
Qiao Mu's eyes were filled with sorrow. He had gone to the hospital to see Sheng Anran, and after hearing about this matter from her, his original guilt had already suffocated him, and now it was even more so.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Did Yin Guoguo tamper with the car?"
Hearing this, the police sighed. "According to the evidence you provided, it was enough to prove that she tampered with the car. However, when our people went to her place to arrest her, we found that she had already lost her mind. There is also a psychiatric identification report here."
Qiao Mu frowned. "Lost her mind? What a coincidence. Could she be faking it? "
The police shook his head. "We've already investigated. She was raped half a month ago, and many videos and photos were taken on the computer. Also, when we found her, her face had already become like this. Perhaps she was traumatized, and her mind was not in the right state …"
"Raped?" A trace of astonishment flashed through Qiao Mu's eyes. He lowered his head and flipped through the information. Sure enough, he saw a page of data and a photo of Yin Guoguo wearing a mental patient's gown. Her originally innocent face was full of knife wounds, and her eyes were hollow. She clearly had lost her mind.
"She was released from prison about two months ago. She was originally bailed out by a wealthy businessman, but for some reason, she was raped by a group of hooligans near the South Alley half a month ago. This matter was not reported to the police, but we found a packaged compressed file on her computer. It should have been sent to her by someone. She was probably blackmailed, but when we traced the email that sent her the video, we found that we couldn't find the blackmailed target. Moreover, Yin Guoguo has lost her mind, so it's not easy to investigate."
The police talked about the case on their own, but they did not notice that Qiao Mu was staring at the email ID on the page with a face as pale as a sheet.
That ID was a virtual ID that a friend of his who majored in computer science helped him create. It had a hidden function, and no one could trace the sender of the file.
More than half a month ago, Sheng Anran used his computer.
It was clear at a glance who Yin Guoguo was mentally deranged and who she was trying to kill.
He did not dare to believe this result. He did not dare to believe the truth.
Sheng Anran was recuperating in the hospital while Sister Xu peeled an apple for her. Hasty footsteps came from the door, and when she looked up, she saw Qiao Mu's panicked figure. She was panting heavily as if she had run here, and her face was completely drained of blood.
She glanced at Sister Xu, and Sister Xu understood. She put down the apple and walked out first, closing the door behind her.
Sheng Anran took a deep breath and said with a frown, "Qiao Mu, isn't it bad for you to come to me at this time? My fans all know that I'm injured and hospitalized, and there are reporters outside …"
"Did you send Yin Guoguo's nude photos to her?"
Qiao Mu's questioning voice froze the atmosphere in the room.
Sheng Anran's face paled, and she guiltily avoided his gaze. "No."
"Did you find someone to rape her?"
"No."
"You took photos and video to threaten her? Why did you do this? "Qiao Mu's eyes were filled with anger, and he abruptly grabbed her by the collar, almost suffocating her.
Sheng Anran screamed and slapped at Qiao Mu's arm, struggling. "Let go of me! If I don't do this, she will tell the truth about Ye Huanyan's car accident to Ling Han, and you and I will be finished."
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