The moment Yang Hai realized the situation was against him, he turned to go.
"Stand right there for me!" Wu Wenbo said in a low voice. "The case isn't over. Who allowed you to leave?"
Blood momentarily drained from Yang Hai's face. Even his voice was quavering. "This... has nothing to do with me. I need to rush back to the hospital."
Hu Jilu said, "What's the hurry? You weren't nervous at the start. Why are you in such a hurry now? Feeling guilty, eh?"
"No... no." Although he said this, Yang Hai was obviously guilt-ridden.
Tian Mengjiao and Yang Ting's eyes converged on Yang Hai.
At this moment, Wu Wenbo added, "Hey girls, do you know what the punishment is for framing Ning Tao? It's the death penalty for murder. If you succeed and Ning Tao is sentenced to death, it is equal to murder. What a heinous crime, to frame him and send him to his death! Why are you girls so wicked?"
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In a fashion accessories shop, a salesgirl was unhappily watching a young man sniffing at a string of red sandalwood beads at her counter. The young man had asked for thuja beads, gold-rimmed nanmu beads, Chinese rosewood beads, as well as African padauk and "rhinoceros" padauk beads. She had given him almost every kind of wooden beads. He merely sniffed at them without saying a word. The young man with the bizarre habit was Ning Tao. This was the fifth shop he had visited on his sniffing trip. "Sir, if you like to sniff them, you can buy them and sniff all you like at home," the salesgirl said. If it weren't for Ning Tao's attractive good looks, she would have rolled her eyes at him. "It's not this odor... " Ning Tao's expression was full of disappointment. "What do you mean, not this odor?" the salesgirl asked. Ning Tao regathered his thoughts and returned the sandalwood beads to the salesgirl. He smiled. "Nothi
When he returned to "Little Mistress," night had already fallen. Before Ning Tao reached the entrance, the aroma of porridge had already wafted to his nose. So, Qing Zhui had cooked porridge for him. He could not help but smile. He could feel a homely feeling in his heart. After parking God's Will by the cave entrance, a fragrant scent assailed him headlong, dashing into his arms. Who else was it but the destined concubine? With her tender body in his arms, Ning Tao could feel his defense weakening. If this continued, Qing Zhui would soon be able to take down that appellation of his. "Can you two embrace at night? The porridge's getting cold." From the cave came Bai Jing's voice. Only now did Qing Zhui release Ning Tao. Her peerless beautiful face showed a smile like that of Lin Daiyu. "Brother Ning, let's go in and have some porridge." Ning Tao reached into his trouser pocket and fished out that Afr
Night had fallen on the tiny village. There was no moon, no lighting. It was a place forgotten by the modern world. At the edge of the village was a farmhouse. Earthed walls were fenced around a few traditional tiled roof houses, which looked miserable compared to the rest of the farmhouses in the village. This was Song Jun's home. In the night-time, three figures emerged from the woods. They sneaked stealthily to the walls of the courtyard and then jumped over them. Ning Tao activated his power of sight and smell and very quickly got a good grasp of the situation inside the farmhouse. Inside one of the rooms lived two people, and another lived one person. The other two rooms were a kitchen and a toilet respectively. Almost at the same time, Qing Zhui and Bai Jing stuck out their tongues, using it to detect their "prey". Two beauties wagging their tongues around in the air was actually quite an unbearable image.
Ning Tao forcefully suppressed the anger in him. "They didn't even know you, yet you're saying they looked down on you. You have issues!" Song Jun's expression was frightening. "I gave her all my money, but she still ran away with another man. I loved her so much, but she made me a cuckold! Any woman who resembles her deserves to die!" Ning Tao said coolly, "Does a man like you deserve to talk about love? Tell me, how did you meet Zhou Ying, and how did you murder her?" Song Jun's lips were shut tight. Bai Jing's right hand found her way around and gripped onto Song Jun's shoulder, stabbing into it like a sharp blade. Song Jun could not control his voice and screamed out loud. But his voice was already weak. With the immense pain and excessive bleeding, his kneeling body collapsed to the ground. However, Bai Jing grabbed onto his shoulder blade, tugging onto his flesh and bone, preventing him from falling down. Th
Three days later. Inside the interrogation room, Song Jun was spacing out. He used to be a quick-thinking person, but now he resembled an Alzheimer patient, often getting distracted. In the past three days, the intervals of his headaches had been growing shorter. Each time his headache acted up, he would be in immense torment. One of the worst cases was when he was in so much pain that he became incontinent. Outside the interrogation room, Wu Wenbo and a few colleagues were watching Song Jun through the window. Chen Zhengyi had arrived as well, bringing him with a neurologist and a nurse. "President Chen, is it possible to find out what's wrong with him?" Wu Wenbo asked. Chen Zhengyi said, "No. There was no trace of toxins in his blood stream, but his brain is deteriorating. We are unable to find the root cause, so we are unable to treat him. I'm guessing that he won't be able to live until the opening of the court session."
Dusk was falling; the last light of the day touched the Sword Pavilion Village. The trees and houses were dyed in shimmering gold, making the Sunshine Orphanage truly living up to its name. The children were playing in the sunset, their laughter was bright and crisp. Clunk clunk clunk... Ge Ming banged against a basin he was holding to, shouting, "Time to eat! Let's eat!" The children swarmed towards the canteen. A newcomer boy fell down and started wailing out loud. Li Xiaoyu stood beside the little boy, speaking in a mature manner, "You're a boy, you have to get up by yourself after falling down. But if you give me 50 cents, I can help you up." "I have no money, boohoo..." the little boy wailed even louder. "The most painful thing in the world is to be penniless," Li Xiaoyu shook her head and walked away. From afar, Ning Tao was watching as he smiled wryly and shook his head. He could
Several flashlights were shining at it, slowly unveiling the "black cover" of this ancient ruin, long buried underground. It was like an old man who had died a peaceful death. Ning Tao took Qing Zhui, Bai Jing and Yin Molan to this palace to start exploring the ruins. Since he had been here before, he acted as their "guide." But this tour guide knew nothing at all about this ancient underground city, its history or its culture. In fact, although it was the second time he was visiting this place, he still felt a strong surprise and bewilderment over the city. "Brother Ning, what's up there?" As they strolled, Yin Molan flashed the flashlight above at the overhead sky. They could just about make out the sky and nothing else. Ning Tao answered, "It's a valley up there, the territory of the Shennongjia primitives." "The Shennongjia primitives? Let's go up and take a look." Bai Jing showed her strong curiosity. Ning Ta
In the Sword Pavilion Cave. Qing Zhui was curled up in Ning Tao's arms, incessantly shivering. Her face was pale not only because of the oppressive aura of Sky Clinic, but also thanks to the fright caused by that "blood-red tide of insects." In fact, she was not the only one. Both Yin Molan and Bai Jing were still in trepidation. Those blood-red insects resembling spiders with dragonfly's wings had caused terror in the depths of their souls. Ning Tao's cultivation was the lowest of the four, yet he was the first one to recover. He clasped Qing Zhui tightly in his arms, consoling her and using his special spiritual power to help her recover. "It's all over now, it's all over. Don't worry." Qing Zhui buried her face in his chest, like a child suffering a great fright. "What are those insects?" Bai Jing finally came to herself. She was now rather polite to Yin Molan. "Do you know, Senior Yin?" Yin Molan