After an unknown amount of time, he could smell a strong smell of blood. Mo Wan opened her eyes, and her surroundings looked blurry.

With a terrible headache, she blinked with all her might and finally saw the place she was in. It was a living room with luxurious decorations. At this moment, she was lying on the carpet in the living room.

What was going on? Wasn't she at the police station? How did I get here?

After waking up from her stupor, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Mo Wan struggled to sit up, and suddenly felt that she was holding onto something. She looked down and was shocked.

She was so scared that she threw away the dagger in her hand and stood up, looking around in horror.

She was the only one in the living room. There were no other people in the room, but the carpet was stained with blood. The blood stretched all the way to the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was ajar. Mo Wan stood at the door and looked in. Her eyes were wide open in shock. A young man was lying on the floor of the bedroom. There was a big hole in his chest.

Isn't this the private detective? Seeing the man's face, Mo Wan exclaimed, "Killed!"

In response to her cry of alarm, the door was kicked open from the outside with a bang, and a figure rushed in.

The figure quickly rushed to the side of the screaming Mo Wan and covered her mouth, "Don't make a sound! "Come with me!"

The huge shock made Mo Ye unable to move his feet. The person who came carried her and quickly left the room.

The car was heated up, but Mo Wan still couldn't stop trembling. The terrible scene in the house just now had always been in front of her eyes, how could it be like this? The private detective was dead? Who killed him? Who sent her to that room? What were they trying to do?

Many questions lingered in her mind, but she couldn't find an answer. Hurried footsteps could be heard, and a few black figures hurried to the side of the car. Han Ziyu lowered the car window. "Did you clean up all the traces?"

"Yes, it's all been cleaned up!"

"You don't have anything else to do here, you can go back first!" After Han Ziyu finished speaking, he rolled down the window and turned to see Mo Dayan staring at him without blinking. He gave a cold snort, "What are you looking at? Don't tell me you don't recognize this young master?"

"What the hell is going on?" Mo Ye controlled himself. Why did Han Ziyu appear here, and why did she let his subordinates clean up all the traces? What was he going to do?

"That's what I wanted to ask." Han Ziyu stared at Mo Wan, "Wang Xiyue, aren't you going to see the most important person? Why are you in the room with a dead person?"

"I... "I .." Mo Wan bit her lips. "He was still fine when I made an appointment with him."

"But what I saw was you with your hands covered in blood in his house, and most importantly, you still have the weapon in your hand."

"NO!" I didn't kill him. " "I don't know how I got here. He was already dead when I opened my eyes."

"I know, if you had the guts to kill someone, you wouldn't be so afraid right now." Han Ziyu sneered.

"Boss Han, why are you here? Do you know what happened? " Mo Wan anxiously grabbed Han Zi Yu's hand.