Chapter 535: The Kidnapper Is Dead

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Song Fan repeated a few simple words several times before Zhao Min understood. She looked at Song Fan in front of her and burst into tears.

“Song Fan! I, I…” she stammered, unable to form complete sentences, her whole body trembling.

Sun Gao walked in. “Miss Song, the people outside are all dead.”

Song Fan had already sensed this. In this room, she could only hear one person’s breathing. The people on the ground were either dead or in very bad shape.

“Take her out first and send her directly to the hospital. She seems to be in shock,” Song Fan said after checking Zhao Min and confirming that she hadn’t suffered serious injuries.

After sending Zhao Min away, Song Fan finally had time to observe the people in the room.

Two men had their throats slashed, the assailant’s swift and precise moves suggesting they were highly skilled. Despite facing two large and robust men, the killer had the upper hand. If it wasn’t someone familiar with them, the assailant’s abilities must have far surpassed theirs.

Both men had an “S” mark on their arms, indicating a signature of the killer. Song Fan frowned; the mark was familiar, but she couldn’t recall who it belonged to. This kind of skill suggested the killer was either an elite assassin or a mercenary.

Fang Si’s pupils were dilated, her body showing no external injuries, but her expression was twisted in agony, with foam at her mouth and contorted limbs, indicating a painful death.

“What happened to her? Poisoned?” Gu Chen asked with a frown.

Song Fan shook her head. “It looks like it, but I’m not sure. We need the autopsy report.”

The police arrived quickly, reaching the scene within minutes. Gu Chen gave them a brief explanation before leaving with Song Fan.

In the car, Song Fan stared out the window, her expression growing more serious. This situation seemed far more complicated than just stealing research data.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this,” Gu Chen said, squeezing her hand gently when he sensed her unease.

Song Fan didn’t notice his gesture. “I need Fang Si’s blood test report. I have a strange feeling about this.”

With Fang Si dead, Song Fan couldn’t directly assess her condition, but the similarities to the mental breakdowns and deaths she had witnessed on the deserted island made her suspect a connection. Could all this be related to the Brown Group?

“How did you know they were in the last unit? Did you smell something?” Gu Chen changed the subject, hoping to distract her from her worries.

Song Fan looked at him, surprised. “You didn’t smell Fang Si’s perfume? It’s a very strong rose scent.”

She had smelled it the first day she met Fang Si. Clearly, Fang Si had chosen it, believing Gu Chen would like it.

Gu Chen looked at her, equally surprised. “She used perfume? How would I know?”

Song Fan suddenly felt sorry for Fang Si, who had done so many wrong things for a man who didn’t even notice her.

Gu Chen leaned in close and sniffed her hair. “But I do remember your scent very well. If I can’t find you next time, I’ll use this trick.”

Song Fan pushed his head away hard, her ears turning red. “Gu Chen, how did I not realize before how thick-skinned you are?”

Gu Chen squeezed her hand a little harder. “There’s a lot you don’t know. Pay more attention, and you’ll discover more of my good qualities.”

Song Fan was speechless. All she could do was roll her eyes at him.

Seeing her return to her lively self, Gu Chen felt relieved. He didn’t want these incidents to ruin her mood.

Gu Chen went back to the company to manage his work, while Song Fan went straight to the hospital to talk to Zhao Min.

Fortunately, Zhao Min only had minor injuries and had mostly recovered from the shock, though her mental state was still fragile.

“Miss Song!” Zhao Min became emotional upon seeing Song Fan. “If it weren’t for you finding me, I might be dead.”

“Did you see the killer?” Song Fan asked, puzzled. Zhao Min had been blindfolded when she found her.

Tears streamed down Zhao Min’s face as she shook her head. “No, no, I didn’t see anything. If Fang Si hadn’t blindfolded me, I probably would have died too.”

But Song Fan had her doubts. She didn’t want to distrust Zhao Min, but why would a top-notch assassin leave a witness alive?

After crying for a while, Zhao Min finally calmed down.

Song Fan then asked the question on her mind, “Do you know how the three people outside died?”