Chapter 833
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Shen Liangchuan's pupils shrank back as he turned to glance at Qiao Lian. Then he ignored them and went upstairs. 13579246810ggaax
He entered the study and said, "Send it to my email."
"I've already sent it."
"Uh huh."
"Brother Shen?"
"Yes?"
"I've looked at the information and confirmed that Soul Fighter … is indeed dead."
Shen Liangchuan's heart sank when he heard this. After a while, he said, "I understand."
After hanging up, he sat behind his desk and fixed his gaze on a certain spot on the table.
At that time, when Soul Fighter had died, he had not seen his body with his own eyes.
He still remembered that it was the day he had arranged to meet Qiao Lian.
He had seen her in the cafe.
She had been on the phone with her best friend.
He continued to stare at her.
Later, he had received a text from Song Yuanxi:
Four simple words, but they made him jump to his feet. Without another word, he left the cafe and headed straight for the hospital.
By the time he reached the hospital, Soul Fighter's body had already been wheeled into the morgue.
After the cremation, it had been placed in the cemetery.
Hence, he had not seen Soul Fighter's body at all.
Right now, all the information was on the computer.
He took a deep breath and switched on the computer.
Soul Fighter's information appeared in an instant.
Car accident, internal bleeding, unsuccessful resuscitation, death.
There were photos of Soul Fighter at the time of the car accident, lying on the hospital bed, the moment of his death.
In fact, his eyes had not been closed when he had died.
His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see anything. His body was bleeding profusely, and he vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood …
It was clear from the photo that he had been in great pain before he died.
This realization made Shen Liangchuan feel as though something was tugging at his heart. It was so painful that he reached out and pressed his hand against his chest.
Soul Fighter … Soul Fighter!
He turned off the computer screen with a snap.
But he was still breathing heavily.
He had never known that Soul Fighter had died like this.
He clenched his fists tightly.
After a while, there was a knock on the study door. He looked up and saw Qiao Lian standing at the doorway, looking at him tentatively. "Why aren't you asleep?"
It was only then that Shen Liangchuan realized that it was already 10 p.m.
He stood up. "You go first. I'll be right there."
Qiao Lian nodded and left.
Shen Liangchuan took a deep breath, opened the drawer and took out the sleeping pills. He had just taken one when the study room door was pushed open again. Qiao Lian was standing there. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've showered."
The invitation should not be too obvious.
But before Shen Liangchuan's eyes, the image of Soul Fighter's death appeared.
He only felt waves of nausea welling up in his heart.
He frowned and nodded. "Mm."
He stood up and followed her into the bedroom. He grabbed a towel and went to take a shower.
But when he came out of the shower, he realized that Qiao Lian was not outside.
Puzzled, he walked out and saw that the light in his study was on.
He pushed the door open and saw that Qiao Lian had lifted her head to take a sip of water. In her hand was the bottle of imported sleeping pills.
His pupils shrank back at once. "What are you doing?!"
Qiao Lian waved her hand and said, "I'm taking some of your vitamins."
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