Wu Chang was distracted.
Just as he was about to touch Zhong Lingyu's body, his pupils suddenly narrowed.
His body stiffened for a moment, the light in his eyes slowly faded, and he suddenly fell on Zhong Lingyu.
There was a sharp dagger stuck in his neck.
Fresh blood slowly dripped from Wu Chang's throat onto Zhong Lingyu's face.
Zhong Lingyu felt the sticky blood on his cheeks, and suddenly let go of the dagger, hid in the corner, and took a big breath.
Looking at Wu Chang's increasingly stiff body, she supported the wall, overcome the weakness in her legs, and stood up.
Even though this was not the first time to kill someone, it was the first time to seal his throat with a dagger at close range.
Zhong Lingyu had to kill Wu Chang.
She wants to protect herself and must not let Zhong Mingyu succeed.
But now, she has to find Shen Huaizhou.
Zhong Lingyu could not dispose of a body quietly.
What's more, the man she killed was the son of the Deputy Superintendent of the Anti-Smoking Bureau.
Wu Chang died, and Zhong Lingyu found an opportunity to escape.
She tied the clothes and sheets into a long rope.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he slowly slid from the window to the vestibule and ran all the way to the military government.
The weather was very cold, she was only wearing a short coat, and her lips were blue from the cold.
At the gate of the military government, the guard on duty saw her face covered with blood, and stopped her vigilantly and fiercely, "Who is that?"
"Sir, I'm looking for Shen Huaizhou." Zhong Lingyu's voice trembled.
The two guards looked at each other.
In the middle of the night, there was a woman looking for the young commander.
Not very reasonable.
They suspected that it might be a female killer who deliberately passed through them to assassinate the young marshal.
Seeing their defensive expressions, Zhong Lingyu said: "Sir, please send a message and tell me that a person named Zhong Lingyu is looking for him."
The guards sneered and didn't quite think that Shen Huaizhou would come here in the middle of the night for a woman.
But out of duty, they reported it anyway.
Zhong Lingyu huddled under a big tree and waited patiently, shaking violently.
Ten minutes later, a Pontiac drove to the gate of the military government.
Shen Huaizhou got out of the car and asked the guard, "Where is the person?"
He was only wearing a thin set of home clothes, and the buttons of his jacket were buttoned in the wrong place.
Dressed immodestly and not at all respectable.
At a glance, you can tell that he got up in a hurry.
The guards were stunned and couldn't believe that Shen Huaizhou actually came here in the middle of the night for a woman.
He pointed blankly at an inconspicuous group under the big tree, "Young Marshal, that person is over there!"
Shen Huaizhou looked over suddenly.
Then he saw Zhong Lingyu huddled in a ball under the street lamp, his face pale.
There was still dried blood on her hands, and half of her face was stained.
Shen Huaizhou was startled and rushed forward to hold her face, "What happened? Why is there blood on your body? Where are you injured?"
The tip of Zhong Lingyu's nose suddenly turned sour.
She choked with sobs and slowly hugged Shen Huaizhou's waist, without saying a word, and began to cry.
Shen Huaizhou was crying so much that he panicked.
He asked her where she was hurt, but she didn't say anything.
As if she was frightened, she kept crying in his arms.
Shen Huaizhou wrapped her tightly in a wind cloak and took her back to the villa.
He then took off all her clothes, placed her in a bathtub filled with warm water, and carefully checked her body for any wounds.
Seeing that she was intact, Shen Huaizhou breathed a sigh of relief.
When he saw her face covered with blood, huddled under a big tree, he was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.
"What happened?" Shen Huaizhou raised her little face and asked patiently.
Zhong Lingyu's eyes straightened and he murmured: "I killed someone in the bedroom, and the body is still there."
Shen Huaizhou didn't ask in detail. He sent Adjutant Li to lead people to clean up the scene.
After arranging everything, he went back to the bathroom and wiped Zhong Lingyu's body.
Then he carried her back to the bed.
Zhong Lingyu was still shaking.
Shen Huaizhou patted her on the back, "It's okay, I'll let someone handle it."
His palms were warm and patted on her back, reminding Zhong Lingyu of her mother Yun Suqing.
Her mother would often pat her and coax her to sleep.
She was very greedy for this feeling. She felt very safe and calmed down slowly.
After completely finding his voice, Zhong Lingyu said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Huaizhou, do me a favor."
"Say." Shen Huaizhou touched her little face, knowing that she was frightened, and his eyes were filled with distress.
Zhong Lingyu spoke in his ear for a while.
She told him what to do.
Shen Huaizhou didn't ask in detail.
He also sent someone to contact Adjutant Li and asked him to handle it.
Shen Huaizhou was very good at handling this kind of thing, and Zhong Lingyu finally relaxed completely.
She unconsciously grabbed Shen Huaizhou's arm and hugged him hard.
Shen Huaizhou kissed her lips, "You are not afraid of the dead, Lingyu, I'm glad you can protect yourself."
His voice is deep and magnetic.
Covering the ears, like soft cloth rubbing against the auricles.
Zhong Lingyu's face was buried in his shoulder and neck, her eyes closed and she didn't speak.
The two people, who were naked, had their skin touching each other, perfectly fitting.
But there was no burning fire as usual.
Shen Huaizhou knew that she was frightened, and he couldn't bear that kind of ambiguous thoughts, so he just let her nuzzle him in his arms.
Zhong Lingyu closed her eyes slightly, took Shen Huaizhou's hand, put it on her back, and said softly: "Shen Huaizhou, pat him to sleep!"
"Okay!" The intensity in Shen Huaizhou's eyes could not be dissipated, and his pupils reflected her quiet and white face.
He patted her back and coaxed softly.
When she stopped shaking, he hugged her and fell asleep.
