Chapter 1181 You Can Cry in Front of Me

It's more like a corpse than a figure.

The pool of blood next to the corpse was extremely dazzling, as red as a needle tip, and it hurt Wen Churan's heart.

That was Sheng Shimo.

She would never mistake Sheng Shimo even if he turned into ashes.

His posture was still so elegant when he fell in a pool of blood. With the bright blood, he was more noble than a prince. His delicate face was still so handsome that there was no flaw.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, his expression was peaceful, and there was no pain. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

But his chest had no signs of rising and falling. There was only an extremely conspicuous hole. There was no blood to flow, and the cold wind was pouring into it mercilessly.

Wen Churan always had an illusion that he would wake up at any time. Until now, she still felt that all this was an illusion, but she stared at his closed eyes, but she couldn't wait for him to open his eyes.

Is he dead?

Died like this?

She hadn't had time to see him for the last time, hadn't had time to say the last words to him, he just died without any warning?

She hadn't taken revenge on him, hadn't had time to show him happiness.

How could he... How could he just die like this? !

Wen Churan was calm on the surface, but a tsunami had already rolled up in her heart.

Sheng Zhixun's tears instantly welled up, and he roared fiercely, "You just put my fourth brother's body here?! Why did you put my fourth brother here?!"

Put it on this cold floor...

The secretary general explained behind him, "In order to better search for clues left by the murderer, the crime scene must be maintained, and there must not be any damage, including... the body of His Excellency the President."

Gu Nanpei felt Wen Churan's body trembling violently, and his hands were also cold to the bone, but when he turned around, he saw that Wen Churan's face had no expression, and facing Sheng Shimo's death, he didn't seem to be moved at all.

The more she did this, the more worried Gu Nanpei became. He held her hand tightly and whispered, "Churan, if you feel bad, just cry, don't hold it in your heart."

"Why should I cry?" Wen Churan stared at Sheng Shimo on the floor, her eyes dark without any emotion, her tone was even cold and ruthless.

"Why should I cry for him? It would be best if he died... it would be best if he died..."

Wen Churan kept repeating this sentence.

It seemed like she was saying it to others, but it seemed like she was hinting at something to herself.

"Churan! Stop pretending! Stop holding on, okay?!" Gu Nanpei shook Wen Churan's shoulders hard, wishing she could punch her and make her cry.

She knew that Wen Churan was just holding on, pretending not to care.

This kind of Wen Churan made her feel even more heartbroken.

At this moment, Wen Churan suddenly reached out, pushed Gu Nanpei away, turned around and ran away, her steps were so flustered that she seemed to be fleeing from a terrible hell, and she kept repeating "It's best if he dies... It's best if he dies..."

Sheng Zhixun was already holding the door frame and crying uncontrollably, so he didn't care about Wen Churan, and only Gu Nanpei chased after her.

"Churan... Churan..."

I don't know if it was because the ground was too slippery or Wen Churan's feet had no strength, she was running, suddenly staggered, and fell to the ground with a plop.

After this fall, she no longer had the strength to get up, and the whole person lay motionless on the ground, as if she had turned into a corpse.

Gu Nanpei immediately rushed forward, helped Wen Churan up, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Churan... It's okay, you can cry in front of me..."