Kill Me, Heal Me

“Oh...That Belle Ye. She was on fire!”

Wei Xu never stopped his mouth since he was in the room, and he even used a serial of interjections to express his feeling right now and ignored completely the sculpture that was covered with a sheet of ice.

“For real, An. This woman could be Sun Tzu of modern society. I mean, that was totally the art of war she used against Ethan.”

While Oliver An kept winking at Wei so that he could shut his mouth, but Wei just kept talking.

Looking at the twitching face of An, Wei came to him and patted on his shoulder.

“Man, if you don’t believe this, then me, the famous Mr. Weilmes, is going to introduce to you how did a crippled woman dis...”

An shook his arm off.

“Will you just, get to the fucking point!?”

“Aha, don’t rush, young man.”

These two would usually bicker, but today, An did not have the mood to do that with Wei, so he looked to the man sitting in the corner.

so

sculpture finally opened his mouth and then went to

respect to Ethan and stoped joking at once. He wore a serious

nor Jing City. The ticket she asked Qu Mengtong

Ethan got his hands hung

“Then where?” Ethan frowned

getting there.” Wei

not understand what happened to Ethan. How could he get so impatient? It was just Belle Ye.

Mengtong to get her ID or tickets at all. What we don’t know about this was whether she knew the relationship between you and Qu Mengtong or not...” Noticing the frowning of Ethan, Wei changed corrected. “Um, the employment relationship. Anyway, Qu Mengtong was

wheel imprint? From a large car?” Wei continued.

get us to the point.” An Yichen cut in.

“The night she escaped, there did was a car. The double-deckers you know? The normal kind on the street. And it stopped

his throat and continued.

and they caught its car number. I followed that lead to the driver, and I was told that the bus was there to catch Belle Ye who jumped from the second floor and drove her out of there

“The bus route shouldn’t include that alley where dormitory was. What’s more, it was one o’clock in the morning. Ain’t no bus still on the street at that hour.” An

on the bus, she put one a-thousand bill into the coin box. Now, normally, people would think she had no change, but the truth is she wrote a letter

snapped his fingers.

don’t think normal people like the driver we’re talking about could turn it down. He did suspect it though, still, for the money, the driver did it. With a double-decker