Chapter 757: Already hopeless

The two men walked into the low gray building.
They wore cotton jackets, were of medium size, and their peaked hats were so low that they could not see their faces.
At first glance, they are just two ordinary people, ordinary enough to blend in with the surrounding scenery, as if they were residents here.
"You said, how would Xiao Wanwan die?" Mu Zening discussed with Mu Zi with great interest, "Qiao Jingjia was burned to death, but this kind of old building does not have a fire protection layer. Once a fire catches, the spread of the fire is difficult to control. I I think we should use another method."
Mu Zi watched the two men walk in, her breathing was depressed, her chest was extremely dull, and she didn't want to participate in this discussion.
She even wondered if Mu Zening deliberately deceived herself? Otherwise, why should he say that the two shameless men are Murong Cheng's men?
"I think we should use poison." Mu Zening continued, "Xiao Wanwan herself is a drug addict, occasionally an overdose, accidental death, will not cause anyone to suspect... or robbery is also good, but Xiao Wanwan may not have much money now , Even if you have money, you immediately use it to buy drugs..."
Mu Zi couldn't hear what he was talking about, she was confused.
Is this Mu Zening's prank?
Or is Xiao Wanwan really inside, facing a life and death crisis?
At this time, the two men came out from inside, rode a motorcycle, and quickly left the alley.
Mu Zi couldn't help it anymore, opened the car door and rushed out, heading straight to Xiao Wanwan's room upstairs!
The old-fashioned building was simple in structure. Mu Zi ran up to the third floor quickly, but couldn't tell where Xiao Wanwan lived. She stood in the middle of the aisle, looking around in a panic, and finally ran to the east side!
The door was closed tightly, and it was not locked. Mu Zi twisted the handle and pushed the door open. She saw a woman curled up on the floor, her body convulsed, she couldn't help convulsing!
"Xiao Wanwan!" she exclaimed.
Mu Zi immediately took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the emergency center.
A hand stretched over and gently lifted the phone from her hand. Mu Zi was taken aback and turned to see Mu Zening who was following him.
"She looks like she can't be saved." Mu Zening said lightly.
Mu Zi's face was pale and gritted his teeth and said: "Then you have to call the police too!"
"Call the police?" Mu Zening seemed to hear something particularly ridiculous, "The police came to ask questions, how are you going to answer? Why did you come to Yutong Street? How did you find Xiao Wanwan's death? Did you see suspicious people coming in and out?"
With every forced question, Mu Zi froze in place.
Mu Zening put Mu Zi's phone in her jacket pocket, took out a paper towel, wrapped the doorknob, gently wiped off fingerprints, and then slowly closed the door.
Mu Zi stared blankly at the door gradually closing...
He was right, Xiao Wanwan was hopeless.
Xiao Wanwan spit out white foam, the skin of the naked luo's exposed arm was bruised, covered with bruises.
On the floor, there are overturned syringes and medicine bottles.
If the police came, they would only think it was an accident caused by an overdose of a drug addict, but if Mu Zi was here, he would not be able to justify himself and arouse suspicion.
Mu Zening took Mu Zi's arms, took the sluggish Mu Zi away from the incident and returned to the car.
There are still people coming in and out of that old building from time to time, but the feelings are cold. Who will find that the occupants on the third floor have died? Maybe...Will wait until the day when the landlord urges the rent, or wait until the body emits a foul smell before anyone will notice the abnormality.
Mu Zi was sitting in the heated car, as if sitting in an ice cellar, his hands and feet were so cold that he didn't know where to put it.
Mu Zening found a phone booth that was old in the neighborhood, and it was still usable after coin insertion. He called the police and drove out of the alley.
Yutong Street, where fish and dragons are mixed, no one knows they have been.