Chapter 741: Mysterious Phone (7)

Shui Anluo knew even more that this person was definitely not Lin Qianchen. She never believed in ghosts, and even resurrected after dying.
And what she said is: really a disobedient little girl, do you want to hear Lin Qianchen's voice?
So this is the person who texted her last time, because she didn't obey, so she changed Lin Qianchen's mobile phone number this time?
But how did she get Lin Qianchen's mobile number?
Shui Anluo thought, the clenched hand slowly released, she was going to help the brother to find the truth, how could it be used by this person, dragging his hind legs.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you should do what you should do."
Shui Anluo closed her eyes slightly and opened them again, her eyes still clear.
"What I should do is help my brother pull you out, don't you?" Shui Anluo sneered, and the people there snorted. "What? I didn't expect me to say that, did I?" Bo Liang, "Don't make everyone think like you, I admit that Lin Qianchen's death has something to do with me, but I won't feel guilty for a person who blame himself."
"Ha ha ha-it's so nice."
"You can rest assured, maybe soon you will find that I do a better job." Shui Anluo said, hung up the phone and threw it on the table.
The phone was completely silent, Shui Anluo stood still and took a deep breath, and finally picked up the phone again, then turned and left the office.
If Zhao Xia misses Chu Anxin, then he must go to this place where they have common memories in this city.
Shui'anluo left the hospital and first went to Houhai. There were not many people in Houhai during the day. Shui'anluo was looking for a few people, and he would ask passers-by from time to time, and see no one with a painting bag, It is the person who is painting a portrait.
But the answer everyone gave was to ask her to come at night, and usually those people would come at night.
But Shui Anluo was afraid, and by night, he had left the city.
The person has called to threaten herself, which means that she may already know that the artist is still alive, so she must find the artist before that person.
Shui Anluo looked for Houhai, called Chu Cuiyi again, and asked a few places.
"What's wrong?" Chu Niyi said before asking.
Shui Anluo took a taxi to another location. "I received a call and called from Lin Qianchen's cell phone, threatening me to stop my brother, maybe—"
Before Shui Anluo's words were finished, she saw the painter on the sidewalk opposite the road opposite her.
"Stop, stop." Shui Anluo said, quickly took out the money and handed it to the driver, then chased out.
Shui Anluo stared at the painter's back in an instant, but when he reached the crossroads, he encountered a red light.
Chu Cuiyi frowned and listened, got up and took out his coat, "Where are you now?"
"Near the gallery." Shui Anluo said, looking anxiously at the red light, the green light turned on, Shui Anluo hurried over, even too late to see the turning vehicle.
"Shui Anluo, you can show me the car." Chu Cuiyi heard the sound of the car over there, and Shen Shen reprimanded.
But Shui Anluo had no time to absorb his words and ran across the road quickly. The only thing he could capture was Zhao Xia's back. Shui Anluo watched him turn to the side of the alley and hurried after him.