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Chapter 193 Going to the Funeral Home Again

Since getting off work, Shui Donghui has been following Yan Nanyu.

After following her for such a long time, he found that this woman had no social skills at all.

Apart from home, there is the company, and the place where I go to the shopping mall or supermarket to buy things.

A person who is good at her job will never be a stay-at-home girl.

eccentric!

He had been hiding in the car for three hours. It was already dark. Yan Nanyu lived in a small high-rise building on the sixth floor. There was no light coming from the windows. It was pitch black and even the lights were not on.

A call came in on his cell phone and he answered it.

"Brother Hui, we located the mobile phone numbers under the names of Yang Fan and Wang Dabiao, and found that at any time, Wang Dabiao and Li Yuna's location was displayed in the same place, and the same was true for Yan Nanyu and Yang Fan."

"I checked the call records. Yang Fan and Wang Dabiao's two phone numbers were in frequent contact. Now it is certain that Yan Nanyu is using Yang Fan's phone number and Li Yuna is using Wang Dabiao's phone number. They are using this method to contact each other."

Shui Donghui asked, "Have you found out the relationship between Yan Nanyu and Yang Fan?"

"Still checking."

"hurry up."

"Yes, Brother Hui."

After hanging up the phone, he held the phone in his hand and thought.

Afterwards, he called Jiang Feng again.

Taking the phone from his ear, Jiang Feng edited a text message and sent it out.

Around nine o'clock, Yan Nanyu came down.

He walked out of the staircase, pressed the car key, got into a white car, started the car and drove away.

Shui Donghui hurried to catch up.

Just as he was on his way, his subordinate called again, "Brother Hui, just now, the number under Yang Fan's name in Yan Nanyu's hand called another number under Yang Fan's name."

"okay, I get it."

Shui Donghui put away his cell phone, stared at the white car, and followed it closely behind.

She called Yang Fan. Was she going to meet Yang Fan?

Following her all the way out of the city, he confirmed his suspicions.

It was heading towards the West City Funeral Home.

There were no street lights on that road and there were basically no cars at night. The headlights were too obvious, and Shui Donghui didn't dare to follow too closely for fear that she would notice him.

After arriving at the place, Yan Nanyu drove straight in.

After stopping the car and turning off the engine, Shui Donghui narrowed his eyes and looked at the gate to hell.

In the cold room, there was a fragrance dispenser in the corner. The air was filled with fragrance, mixed with a slight peculiar odor.

On the stainless steel flatbed cart lay a young girl with her eyes closed.

Sitting on a roller stool on one side of the cart was a man wearing a white coat and a mask covering his face.

She is putting makeup on the little girl seriously.

Yan Nanyu stood against the wall with her arms folded, her eyes fixed on the man's movements.

"You said we wouldn't see each other again." The man said indifferently.

"You know, I don't want to implicate you."

"what about now?"

"I need your help."

The man paused for a moment and his eyes fell on the color palette in his hand.

"Just because I saved you once doesn't mean I can save you a second time."

The stool slid to the front of the car, and the man continued to trim the girl's eyebrows.

"You could have lived a good life, why did you come back to die?"

Yan Nanyu put down her arms and stood up, "Do you have to talk like that?"

"Please keep your voice down and don't disturb the little girl's peace."

Yan Nanyu pursed her lips, looked at him for a while, and said in a slow tone, "Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face."