not formed in just one or two instances!Grandfather He knew the two of them were deliberately speaking to her. He frowned and said angrily, “You're overthinking things! You think everyone else in the...Towards Evening covered her mouth, only letting out occasional sounds like those made when vomiting, and didn't comment on it.

"Please ask the lady to switch to the middle seat," Bald Head finally spoke, "My brother has OCD, please forgive him."

Towards Evening covered her mouth and mumbled vaguely, "I understand."

She bent over and, with some effort, moved to the middle left seat.

"South Brother, there seems to be a car chasing us in the back," the man in the passenger seat said, glancing at the rearview mirror, to the bald head.

向晚 pursed her lips and, following the others in the car, glanced back. Right behind them was an ordinary sedan; neither the model nor the license plate was familiar to her.

She frowned slightly, her palms growing even sweatier.

The driver turned the steering wheel, drove onto the sidewalk, and slowly stopped beside it. He said to the man in the passenger seat, "Get out and see what's going on."

The man said yes, he got out of the car and opened the door.

Towards Evening stared at the open car door, her heart pounding fast, but with four men watching her, it was too difficult to escape from the passenger seat.

"Brother Nan, I can't stand the taste of this food here. You guys can have the rest!" The man with obsessive-compulsive disorder endured the nausea and stepped over the vomit with one foot, patted the car door on his right, and said, "Brother Nan, open the door over here!"

向晚 hung her head, her left hand, sweating, resting on the left door handle.

"Go ahead from the front." The bald man glanced at Xiang Wan and said to the man.

向晚 frowned, could only watch the man walk a few more steps and leave from the passenger side door.

"A shoe was thrown onto someone's car, an apology was offered, and a few hundred dollars were paid as compensation." After a short while, the man in the passenger seat returned and closed the car door.

The car restarted and sped onto the highway. Xiangwan watched the direction of the car, at first she could only confirm that it wasn't going to the airport or the train station, but later on...

"You... are you sending me to the Dongxiao Prison" Her voice trembled as she spoke the last few words.

No one responded.

A chill ran down Hualian's spine, each word practically squeezed out from her throat, "What charges are you bringing against me Why are you sending me there"

"I've already made it very clear to Miss Xiang, we were only ordered to bring you here. As for anything else, we know nothing." The bald man said.

向晚 hung her head low, recalling the two years she spent imprisoned. Her eyes were clouded with gloom, even the scar at the corner of her eyebrow seemed to carry a hint of ferocity.

"What are you going to do!" the last man in line shouted.

But almost as soon as he shouted, 向晚 (Xiang Wan) whipped off the earring from her right ear. With lightning speed, she grabbed the bald man's neck with one hand and pressed the earring against his temple, "Stop! The car!"

She can't go back to that prison!

Even in death, she would never be able to return for the rest of her life!!!

The bald man was not at all flustered, "Miss Xiang, do you think earrings could hurt me"

"Don't you believe me" Xiangwan asked, her face expressionless. "Do you not believe the earring is that sharp, or do you not believe I dare to do it"

The bald man didn't answer, clearly not taking her threat seriously.

The last man standing and the man in the passenger seat were both edging closer. 向晚 let out a cold laugh, tightened her grip on her hand, and plunged the earring into the bald man's temple. "All of you get back to your seats! Or I'll kill him, and then go to jail anyway!"

The earring was only inserted about a millimeter, but the bald head was in so much pain that his arms were trembling.

The thick blood flowed down his temples in a mesmerizingly gruesome stream.

Both men sat back down, their eyes fixed on Xiang Wan, not letting up for a moment.

"Nan Ge still thinks I'm joking" Xiang Wan said coldly: "I'll count to three, if you don't get in the car, don't blame me!"

His head throbbed, his face ashen, but he remained composed. "If you kill me," he said, "the best outcome is going to prison, then an eye for an eye. The worst outcome Death right here, right now!"

"One!" Xiang Wan, who wasn't even afraid of death, how could she be afraid of having blood on her hands

Bald-headed's face grew even worse. "Miss Xiang..."

"Two!" Xiang Wan's voice rose, the scar at the corner of her brow carrying a greater edge.

*

Ge Hanchuan took the brown paper bag that private detective Cao Yan had given him to the restroom. After entering a stall, he opened it and took a look.

Two years ago, the cancer patient who helped Jiang Qingran change his car was not exactly a lonely person. He had a lover. The two broke up after the man was diagnosed with cancer.

Two years ago, he received a large sum of money from Jiang Qingran. But in fact, besides that large transfer, there was another sum of equal amount in cash. He gave the cash to his lover.

The person in charge was worried and didn't dare to accept the money. He even wrote a detailed letter explaining exactly how he got the money. The whole thing was done very secretly, and Cao Yan only found out about it recently.

Besides that, Cao Yan happened to browse Yang Lin and An Ruya's circle of friends. In Yang Lin's circle of friends, he found a short video.

The video is a short clip being filmed by the student union's art department of the school. In it, there is a scene where a character named向晚 rushes towards Jiang Qingran, shouting that she wants to kill the latter.

Cao Yan guessed that the recording Jiang Qingran was holding should have been taken during this process.

As for the dull, loud impact sound in the recording, that's also easily explained.

Yang Lin's朋友圈 video showed Jiang Qingran being knocked to the ground by Xiang Wan. The impact sound in this video wasn't loud, but if Jiang Qingran had been recording it, the impact sound would have been magnified geometrically because of her proximity to the event.

"I saw that the video was filmed four years ago, when Miss Xiang just started her freshman year. That means Miss Jiang had prepared for at least two years for that car accident!"

Four years ago, Miss Jiang was only sixteen, wasn't she And everyone says that Miss Jiang and Miss Xiang are very close. Women's friendships can be truly terrifying!

"The framing in that car accident wasn't sophisticated, but it was perfect. It would be difficult to prove Miss

[your name] innocent without uncovering these things. What's most terrifying is that this kind of case was committed by a girl who just turned eighteen!"

This is Cao Yan's original words.

He put the evidence into a leather file bag, his eyes flashing with malice. He opened the bathroom cubicle door, tucked the file bag under his arm, hurriedly washed his hands, and strode toward the Fu Gui Hall.

Wither should be back by now, handing these things to her would be the most appropriate.

"Han Chuan Ge," he was about to reach the entrance of the Fuhui Hall when Jiang Qingran, who was being pushed out in a wheelchair from inside, called out to him, "Was this video today arranged by you"

He gazed down at her from his elevated position, a hint of gloom in his eyes. "No."

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