Chapter 342 The old lady committed suicide
Sading her parents and loving her son endlessly.
Shu Wen's crying awakened Ji Lan's slight sense of reason.
Looking at the humble person, "I'll let her go, and then? Let her harm more people?"
"Shu Wen, you know better than anyone else, What will she do.”
"Otherwise you wouldn't have locked her in the basement secretly back then, wouldn't you?"
"If you hadn't locked her in the basement, Ji Xian happened to pass by and let her go with kindness. There will be no future happening when you come out! "
"Look, you are also the initiator."
Ji Lan stretched out her hand to push Shu Wen blocking her, holding the knife step by step approached Shu Jie.
After I was thinking about something, she seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, by the way, where is the old lady?"
"Yan Hui, go and bring the person out and let her see how she carefully selected how the person died in my hands."
The atmosphere in the living room was about to break out, and Ji Lan was immersed in hatred and couldn't extricate herself. .
When hearing this at the banquet, he looked at Ji Mingzong with an idea.
When I saw the latter nodding, I dared to find someone.
In the reception room on the first floor, the old lady sat quietly on the Grand Master's chair.
When Yan Hui took the person out, the person who was nearly 90 years old was not panicked at all.
On the contrary, there is a kind of calmness that I can't turn things around after the incident. "You are satisfied with the Ji family's defeat in your hands?"
Xiao He is successful and defeated.
The people who were deliberately considering the Ji family eventually pushed them into the abyss.
Is this the result she persisted until now?
The old lady sarcastically said: "It's you who defeated the Ji family."
"Is it me?" Ji Lan nodded slowly.
Walking to Shu Jie's side, he pointed at the old lady with a knife, "Tell him, what did you do to Ji Xian?"
Shu Jie bit her lip and said nothing, and Ji Lan did not say anything either. Panic, he raised his hand and stabbed into her thigh.
Screams rang throughout the manor.
Tear the sky.
"If I count to three, it's just a knife. You are just a psychopath, not a physical abnormality, right?"
"I'm still afraid of pain, right?"
"Is it true?" >Ji Lan flipped his wrist and pulled it up and stabbed it.
"Ah——"
"No, no, Ji Lan, I beg you, no." Shu Wen was heartbroken and crawled over to stop Ji Lan. Just as he was about to move, Ji Mingzong stepped on him. On her back, she stopped her movements.
For a moment, screams, crying and silent sounds followed one after another.
Xu Ying stood not far away and couldn't help but retching when she smelled the strong smell of blood.
Chen Songyang pressed her into his arms, his palm following her back.
"Three"
"Two"
"I broke Ji Xian's tendons and leg tendons," Shu Jie held back the pain and trembled.
It was almost instantly, and the old lady who was tall and tall just now was like a powerful man in the wealthy family. It was almost instantly like someone had her muscles and bones removed.
The thin and bloodless lips trembled and said, "What did you say?"
"Repeat," Ji Lan grabbed Shu Jie's hair and made her look up at the old lady.
"I broke Ji Xian's tendons and leg tendons."
Bang———Ji Lan smashed her head on the floor, looking at the old lady's word "You heard it?"
"You have nothing to do in your life and claim to be superb. In the end, it will be nothing, success or failure, Xiao He or failure. With you, the Ji family is destined to be able to go to a strange road .”
Ji Lan slowly straightened up and looked at Shu Jie lying on the ground.
Handed the knife in her hand to Yan Hui: "It's ruined her left leg hamstring and right hand hamstring." "No, no, Lanlan, you used to be friends!" Shu Wen No matter how fast you speak, you won’t be as fast as the knife in your hand.
What was received was endless screams.
Ji Lan will return everything she killed on Ji Xian. In August 2016, the major case of burying the Ji family five years ago ended.
After Shu Jie's testimony, Old Mrs. Ji was found by the police on suspicion of murder.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, it was raining heavily in Beijing and Hong Kong. The drizzling rain fell and put a light gray on the dusk manor.
When the police station opened the door and went in, the old lady was sitting neatly on the sofa.
Apply lipstick.
The silver-white hair is combed meticulously.
Whoever sees it has to sigh.
"Old lady, there are some things we need to cooperate with the investigation."
The old lady landed her hand on the crutch and nodded: "Okay."
"But I need to burn incense for my husband, so I have to ask you to go outside first."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one book, one Let’s take a look!
The people who came looked at each other, and there was a moment of hesitation in their eyes.
But in just a few seconds, it flashed by.
I probably thought that an old man in his 90s would not be able to escape.
In the yard, the three of them were scattering cigarettes. When they closed their hands and lit them, someone sighed: "I heard that the Ji family manor was a child. If the Ji family had not collapsed, I would not have the blessing to come into this garden."
"Who said the Ji family collapsed? Have you forgotten Fengming Capital?" Someone lit ash: "The Ji family still has blood to support it, so it is not considered a collapse."
Someone changed the topic: "After all his life, he is in his 90s and has no stigma on his back."
"How many people can do this kind of demeanor?"
The chat of the three of them suddenly landed on the ground, their eyes facing each other, and the silent astonishment exploded in an instant.
The cigarette stuck to the fingertips was thrown away and it was too late to stomp it off.
Absolutely, the three of them turned around and rushed into the living room of the manor.
The purpose is to be a heroic scene where your neck is opened and your mouth is crooked on the sofa.
The old lady held a knife at her fingertips.
Blood flows from the neck
yes!
How can a person who has been glorious all his life be stigmatized before his death?
"Dong Ji."
The top floor of Fengming Capital, Ji Mingzong lay on the sofa to rest.
The constant restoration over the past few days made him unable to hide his fatigue.
After experiencing the incident with Ji Xian, Ji Lan became taciturn, and she didn't care about her children every day, traveling between the hospital and the company.
I go to bed early when I get home.
He saw it, but he couldn't speak out to dissuade him.
He had thought about many kinds of duels with Ji Xian, but he had never thought about these.
Life and death are the gap.
So is guilty.
Ji Lan felt guilty, guilty that she had guessed Ji Xian too much, and even more guilty that Ji Xian became a vegetable that could only lie on the bed because of her.
He lost powerlessly and miserablely. "Say," the man frowned and his eyes were not lifted.
"The old lady committed suicide in the manor."
The biological mother committed suicide.
Even if there is no relationship, it is inevitable to be moved.
As soon as the old lady died, the grievances he suffered when she was young could no longer be vented on others.
All pasts will be forced to press the pause button.
There is no way to speak of peace, so you can only pause.
How can this not be miserable?
As long as the dead are dead, the living are going to persuade themselves to make peace with the past for countless days and nights.
The figure of the man lying on the sofa paused.
The heavy and unreliable sigh rose out of thin air. The man pressed his arms down a little without saying anything, but just raised his fingertips and waved them, indicating that he would go out.