After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 58 Sang Jiyue is missing

Sang Shuwan was shocked when she saw this, and her body tensed up involuntarily. She turned to look at Jiang Cimu, her eyes full of anxiety and determination, and whispered: "We can't let her go like this, we must expose her conspiracy and not let her succeed and ruin Yi Shuqi's happiness." Jiang Cimu frowned, his eyes revealed a hint of worry, he gently held Sang Shuwan's arm, his voice low and hurried: "Don't be impulsive, let's leave here quickly and find a safe place to make long-term plans." However, their movements did not escape Sang Jiuyue's ears.

Sang Jiuyue walked over angrily, her high heels tapping out more and more rapid sounds on the stone road, like her angry war drums. She stood in front of the two, her eyes burning with anger, staring at Sang Shuwan fiercely, and shouted loudly: "Who do you think you are? You still want to run to Chu Ling to expose me? I advise you to give up this idea!" As she said that, she suddenly reached out and roughly stuffed the wedding ring hidden in her sleeve into Sang Shuwan's pocket, and her action was so fast that Sang Shuwan had no time to react.

Sang Shuwan was enraged by this sudden action. She took out the wedding ring from her purse and threw it back at Sang Jiuyue, shouting angrily, "You did something bad and you want to put the blame on me. I won't let you succeed!" As she said that, she rushed forward and raised her hand to grab Sang Jiuyue. Sang Jiuyue was not to be outdone. She dodged to the side and raised her hand to slap Sang Shuwan in the face.

Seeing this, Jiang Ci Mu hurriedly reached out to separate the fight. He grabbed Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue's arms with both hands and forcefully separated the two. He shouted, "Sang Jiuyue, that's enough! Why do you keep pestering Shuwan? It was clearly you who did something wrong, yet you still want to throw dirty water on others!" Jiang Ci Mu's eyes were full of anger and disappointment. He stared at Sang Jiuyue, as if he wanted to see through her.

Sang Jiuyue struggled to get rid of Jiang Cimu's hand. Her hair was a little messy and scattered on both sides of her cheeks. There was a hint of madness and pride in her eyes. She sneered and said, "I'm not afraid of making a big deal. There is no evidence here to prove what I said. What can you do to me?" As she said that, she suddenly saw the mobile phone in Sang Shuwan's hand. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She pounced on Sang Shuwan, stretched out her hand to snatch the phone, and shouted, "Give me the phone!"

Sang Shuwan held the phone tightly, struggling desperately, shouting, "Don't even think about snatching the phone away, it's evidence of your evil deeds!" But Sang Jiuyue was very strong, she pried Sang Shuwan's fingers hard, snatched the phone away, and then threw it to the ground without hesitation. The phone broke into pieces in an instant, and the sound of the screen breaking was particularly harsh in the silent garden.

Sang Shuwan looked at the broken phone on the ground, her eyes full of despair and anger, tears welling up in her eyes. She pointed at Sang Jiuyue and said in a trembling voice: "You are so despicable! How could you do this?" But Sang Jiuyue just looked at her coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, and said: "You asked for this, blame you for meddling in other people's business."

The two stood face to face, glaring at each other, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as if it would ignite at any time. Jiang Cimu stood aside, his eyes moving back and forth between the two, his heart was extremely anxious, thinking about how to deal with this chaotic situation next, how to protect Sang Shuwan, and expose Sang Jiuyue's evil deeds, so that the truth would be revealed to the world.

At this moment, the wedding dance began, and the melodious music slowly drifted in through the layers of branches and leaves in the garden, as if it was an illusory sound coming from another world. The music should have been cheerful and romantic, but at this moment it was like a drum urging Sang Shuwan to go.

Sang Shuwan was extremely anxious, her hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. She tightly grasped the wedding ring, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and the sweat on her palm made the ring body a little slippery, but she did not dare to relax at all, as if this ring was the most precious and fragile treasure in the world at the moment. She took a deep breath, her eyes revealed firmness and determination, lifted her skirt, and ran towards the ball venue regardless of the rugged road under her feet. There was only one thought in her mind, to find Yi Shuqi as soon as possible, return the ring to its original owner, so that this chaotic farce could stop, and Sang Jiuyue's conspiracy could not succeed, and Yi Shuqi's happiness could not be destroyed.

When Sang Jiyue saw Sang Shuwan running away, a trace of viciousness and unwillingness flashed across her face, and her carefully drawn eyebrows were twisted with anger. She gritted her teeth fiercely, and the friction of her teeth made a slight "clucking" sound. She secretly thought in her heart that she must not let Sang Shuwan ruin her plan so easily. She suddenly raised her foot and was about to catch up, but she felt a black shadow flash before her eyes.

Jiang Cimu stood in front of Sang Jiuyue with a single step, his posture was upright and firm, like a towering, insurmountable mountain. His dark grey casual suit shone with a cold and hard luster under the moonlight, making him look even more powerful. His eyes were burning with rage, and his usually deep and gentle eyes became extremely cold at this moment, as if they could emit a substantial cold light, staring straight at Sang Jiuyue, as if his eyes wanted to see through her soul and understand all the ugly thoughts in her heart.

His voice was low and stern, and every word that came out from the depth of his throat was filled with unquestionable majesty. He shouted, "Sang Jiuyue, you'd better stop right there! Do you think you can succeed? Look around here, there are surveillance cameras everywhere." As he spoke, he pointed at the surveillance equipment hidden among the branches and in the corners of the walls. Although some of the cameras were hidden very secretly, their faint flashing indicator lights could still be seen in the moonlight. "Do you think your little tricks are more important, or this real surveillance evidence? Everything you and the makeup artist beside you did was recorded completely. By then, the evidence of the makeup artist stealing the diamond ring will be irrefutable, and he will face a serious crime of theft. Do you think he will take all the charges for you? In order to protect himself, he will definitely cooperate with the police without hesitation and turn you in as the mastermind. If you still don't repent, continue to act recklessly, and want to frame Shu Wan, then you can just wait for the punishment of the law. Not only will you be ruined, but the people around you will also be implicated because of your selfishness and greed." Jiang Cimu's voice echoed in the silent garden, and every word hit Sang Jiuyue's heart hard, causing her steps to stop unconsciously, with a hint of hesitation and panic on her face.

Sang Jiuyue's face changed, and a hint of barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly regained her arrogant look. She raised her chin slightly, sneered at Jiang Cimu and said, "Humph, do you think you can scare me like this? To tell you the truth, I have already turned off the surveillance cameras in this garden, what can you do to me?" There was a hint of pride in her voice, as if she was proud of her "foresight".

Jiang Ci Mu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident smile. He slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, shook it in front of Sang Jiuyue, and said, "Really? But I recorded everything you said now." The flashing recording interface on the mobile phone screen was particularly dazzling under the moonlight.

Sang Jiuyue never expected that Jiang Cimu would have this trick up his sleeve. Her face turned pale instantly, and her eyes were filled with panic and fear. Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice also became a little trembling: "Jiang Cimu, you...you don't have to be like this, we have to talk it out." At this moment, she had completely lost her arrogance just now, like a trapped beast with its lifeblood pinched.

Jiang Cimu put away his smile, his eyes became serious and firm, he stared at Sang Jiuyue closely and said, "Then you'd better wait until the wedding is over and confess to Yi Shuqi in person. This is your only choice, otherwise, I will hand this recording to the police and make you pay for what you have done."

Sang Jiuyue's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head and pondered for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her heart. Finally, she raised her head helplessly, her eyes full of reluctance, but she still nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

The atmosphere in the garden remained tense. The moonlight shone upon them, as if witnessing this thrilling confrontation. Sang Jiuyue stood there, staring blankly into the distance, her thoughts unknown. Jiang Cimu watched her warily, fearing she might pull another trick. This farce, fueled by jealousy and greed, seemed to have come to a temporary end, but what awaited them next?

Jiang Ci Mu looked at Sang Jiuyue deeply, with warning and vigilance in his eyes, then turned around and quickly chased towards Yi Shuqi's wedding scene. His tall and straight figure soon disappeared around the corner of the garden path.

Sang Jiuyue stood there, her face terribly gloomy, and the makeup artist beside her was trembling with fear, not daring to breathe. After a while, Sang Jiuyue stomped her feet fiercely, and the exquisite high heels collided with the ground, making a crisp sound, breaking the oppressive silence. "What should we do now? The evidence is in his hands. Once it is exposed, Chu Ling will never let us go. We have really made a big mess this time!" Sang Jiuyue said through gritted teeth, her eyes full of anxiety and regret.

The makeup artist had a sad face and a sobbing voice: "Sister Yue, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Jiang Cimu is too cunning, what should we do now? If Prince Chu finds out that it was us who did it, we'll be finished."

Sang Jiuyue paced back and forth with a frown on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and her eyes lit up: "By the way, ask the boss for help! He must have a way to solve this problem." When the makeup artist heard this, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she finally nodded.

Sang Jiuyue quickly took out her cell phone from her exquisite handbag and dialed the number quickly. The moment the call was connected, her voice was filled with a hint of anxiety and flattery: "Boss, we have a problem here..." She briefly recounted what happened to the person on the other end of the phone, glancing at the makeup artist from time to time, as if seeking some comfort.

The gangster boss on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then his voice came in a low and hoarse voice: "You two idiots! You can't even handle such a small matter, and you have to let me clean up the mess." Despite being scolded, Sang Jiuyue and the makeup artist both breathed a sigh of relief, as if as long as the gangster boss showed up, the problem could be solved.

"Boss, we know we were wrong, you must help us. As long as this problem can be solved, we will do anything." Sang Jiuyue said anxiously, his eyes full of expectation.

The gangster boss snorted coldly: "Hmph, I'll find a way. But remember, if anything goes wrong again this time, you will bear the consequences!" After that, he hung up the phone.

Sang Jiuyue held her phone in her hand, standing there blankly, with mixed feelings in her heart. She knew that this time they were really in big trouble, and whether the gangster boss could really help them solve the problem was still unknown. She turned to look at the makeup artist, and both of them had their eyes full of worry and fear about the future, but at this point, they could only wait for the gangster boss' instructions, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in this mess and escape Chu Ling's anger and legal sanctions.

At the wedding, the light from the crystal chandelier was like a dreamy golden gauze, gently enveloping every guest. Laughter and joy were intertwined, and the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding with melodious music wove a picture of happiness and contentment. Sang Shuwan shuttled through the crowd, her heart beating like a drum, holding tightly in her hand the wedding ring that symbolized Yi Shuqi's love, as if it was a fire that could go out at any time, and must be delivered as soon as possible to save this love shrouded in conspiracy. Her eyes were anxious and firm, and she glanced at strange or familiar faces, and she murmured from time to time: "Qiqi, where are you?"

Jiang Cimu followed closely behind, his posture as straight as a pine tree, but his steps were somewhat hurried. His right hand tightly grasped the mobile phone, which contained the recording of Sang Jiuyue's evil conspiracy. It was their key weapon to reveal the truth. His eyes were cold, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and he scanned everything around him vigilantly, not missing any suspicious signs.

When Jiang Cimu found that he had lost Sang Shuwan, his heart tightened slightly, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. He looked around and saw a staff member in hotel uniform walking hurriedly, so he immediately stepped forward to stop and ask: "Hello, have you seen a lady in a light blue dress passing by here?" The staff member raised his head, his eyes were a little evasive, but soon returned to normal, and he answered in a not very standard Mandarin: "It seems to go over there." As he said that, he raised his hand and casually pointed in a direction, which happened to lead to a remote corridor of the hotel. Jiang Cimu didn't think much about it, thanked him and walked quickly in that direction. What he didn't know was that this staff member was bribed by Sang Jiuyue in advance, waiting here specifically to point him in the wrong direction, and behind all this was the conspiracy of the gangster boss.

Jiang Cimu walked along the corridor, the lights were getting dimmer and dimmer, the surrounding environment was getting quieter and quieter, only his own footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. When he turned into a corridor with almost no lights, the shadows seemed to come alive instantly, reaching out dark tentacles to him. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed out from the corner like a ghost, so fast that Jiang Cimu had no time to react. Before his brain could issue an order, a wet cloth with a pungent smell covered his mouth and nose fiercely. The smell on the wet cloth was strong and strange, and it made his nose and throat feel a burning pain instantly. His body began to struggle instinctively, his hands desperately pried the hand covering him like crazy pliers, and his feet kicked the ground hard, trying to break free from this sudden and fatal restraint. But the powerful drug on the wet cloth quickly took effect, his vision began to blur, everything in front of him became distorted and unreal, as if he was caught in a dark vortex. His strength gradually disappeared, his legs became soft and weak, and finally his vision went black and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

At the same time, Sang Shuwan saw a familiar figure in the crowd. It was a senior who had helped and supported her like a beacon when she first entered this complex circle. The senior had a warm smile on his face, which was like a flower blooming in spring. His eyes revealed kindness and warmth, and he waved to her like the warm sun in winter. The senior wore a simple yet elegant black dress. The texture of the dress was soft and smooth, and it swayed gently with her movements, like flowing black satin. Her hair was neatly combed behind her head and fixed with an exquisite wooden hairpin, revealing a smooth forehead. The years left shallow marks on her face, as if it had been gently polished with fine sandpaper, but it added a mature charm, and every wrinkle seemed to tell her past story. The surrounding lights were like golden silk threads, sprinkled on them, creating a warm and bright atmosphere, which formed a sharp and strong contrast with the darkness on Jiang Cimu's side, as if they were two completely different worlds.

"Shuwan, long time no see!" The senior opened his arms warmly. Those arms were like a warm harbor, giving Sang Shuwan a hug full of nostalgia.

Sang Shuwan also responded excitedly: "Senior, it's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect to meet you here. I've recently..."

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, the senior began to ask Sang Shuwan about her recent situation with concern. Sang Shuwan briefly recounted the thrilling events that happened at the wedding. However, when she turned her head inadvertently, she found that Jiang Cimu was gone. An undercurrent of uneasiness suddenly surged in her heart, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. She quickly took out her cell phone, and with a trembling finger, she pressed the phone tightly to her ear, her eyes full of anxiety and expectation.

At this time, Jiang Cimu was dragged roughly into a narrow and deep alley while unconscious. The walls on both sides of the alley were tall and dilapidated, covered with moss and mottled water stains. The moss was like the beard of time, and the water stains were like dried tears, as if silently telling the vicissitudes and helplessness of time. The weak moonlight struggled to penetrate the layers of dark clouds, casting a few dim rays of light, but it could not penetrate the darkness of the alley, as if it was swallowed by the darkness. Garbage and debris were piled on the ground, rotten food exuded a disgusting stench, and sewage flowed freely on the ground, forming small dirty puddles.

Jiang Cimu woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and drowsy, as if shrouded in a heavy fog. A sharp pain came from the back of his head, as if stabbed by a sharp awl. He struggled to stand up, but found that his hands were tied behind his back, and the rough ropes were deeply tied to his wrists. His feet were also tied tightly with ropes, and the blood circulation became obstructed. His legs were numb and weak. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. At this time, he heard footsteps coming from far away. The footsteps were heavy and gloomy, like a countdown to death.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, are you finally awake?" A hoarse and low voice sounded in the darkness, and the voice seemed to be the roar of a demon from the depths of hell. Then, a tall and sturdy figure slowly appeared in front of him. The man was the gangster. He was wearing a black leather jacket. The metal zipper on the leather jacket flashed a cold and hard light in the moonlight. A thick gold necklace hung around his neck. The gold necklace was heavy, as if it was a symbol of his sinful wealth. There was a long scar on his face. The scar was twisted and hideous, and it looked particularly terrifying in the moonlight, like a winding centipede lying on his face. Behind him were several ferocious men, each holding a stick. The sticks were waved in their hands, making a whirring sound. Their eyes revealed ferocity and cruelty, as if they were a group of evil ghosts escaping from hell.

The gangster crouched down, leaning close to Jiang Cimu's face. The hot breath from his mouth was tinged with the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol, almost suffocating Jiang Cimu. He sneered and said, "You kid, you always ruin my plans. You think you can threaten me with just those recordings? Humph, too naive!" As he spoke, he pulled his phone from Jiang Cimu's pocket and toyed with it wantonly, his fingers sliding across the screen, his eyes revealing greed and complacency.

Jiang Cimu glared at the gangster angrily, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think you can escape the punishment of the law like this? What you and Sang Jiuyue did will be discovered sooner or later. Do you think you can cover the sky with one hand?"

After hearing this, the gangster laughed out loud, and the laughter echoed in the narrow alley, as if countless ghosts were screaming. He laughed and said, "Law? In this world, power and money are king. As long as I get rid of you, no one can stop me. You are just a fool who doesn't know how to live or die."

With that, the gang leader stood up and winked at his men. They immediately surrounded him, clubs raised high, their sticks gleaming coldly in the moonlight, ready to attack Jiang Cimu. Jiang Cimu's heart tightened. He knew he was trapped, but his eyes still revealed an unyielding and tenacious spirit. He wouldn't give up resistance so easily. His mind raced, trying to find a chance of escape, even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance.

On the other hand, Sang Shuwan called Jiang Cimu, but no one answered. She felt more and more uneasy, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart like a surging tide. She said goodbye to her predecessors and began to look for Jiang Cimu everywhere, her eyes full of anxiety and fear. Her steps were hurried and flustered, like a lost deer, shuttling back and forth in the crowd, constantly calling Jiang Cimu's name. However, what she didn't know was that Jiang Cimu was in an extremely dangerous situation at this time, and she herself was about to fall into a bigger crisis. This conspiracy after the wedding was like a dark net that tightly enveloped them, making it impossible to escape. Everyone was struggling in this dark vortex, not knowing whether the sun would rise as usual tomorrow.

Jiang Cimu's eyes were wide open, and he stared at the gangster fearlessly, shouting: "Do you think you can rest easy if you kill me? You are digging your own grave!" The gangster snorted coldly, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Don't be stubborn here, today is the day you die! Do it!" The men waved sticks and smashed at Jiang Cimu with a whistling sound. Jiang Cimu's body rolled to the side, and the sticks hit the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of dust. He took advantage of this gap and tried his best to grope on the ground with his bound hands, hoping to find a sharp object that could be used to cut the rope. Suddenly, his fingers touched a piece of broken glass. He was delighted and quickly grasped the glass and began to cut the rope behind him. The sharp glass cut his fingers and blood flowed, but he ignored the pain and gritted his teeth to persist.

At this time, Sang Shuwan was looking for Jiang Cimu at the wedding venue. Her voice became hoarse due to anxiety: "Jiang Cimu, where are you?" Every time she called out, she felt more uneasy. She grabbed everyone who passed by and asked, but all she got was a disappointed shake of the head. She was extremely anxious and decided to look for him in a remote corner of the hotel. She walked hurriedly, her eyes full of anxiety and fear.

In the dark alley, Jiang Cimu finally cut the rope, and he quickly stood up and dodged another fatal attack. Seeing this, the gangster boss was furious, and pulled out a dagger from his waist and rushed towards Jiang Cimu, the dagger flashing coldly in the moonlight. Jiang Cimu dodged to the side, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and confronted the gangster boss and others.

"Hmph, you won't be able to escape today!" the gangster boss roared.

"Then give it a try!" Jiang Cimu did not back down.

The two fought fiercely. Although Jiang Cimu was agile, he was outnumbered and gradually lost. He had several wounds on his body and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still resisted tenaciously.

While Sang Shuwan was searching, she faintly heard the sound of fighting. She ran in the direction of the sound, silently praying that Jiang Cimu would be safe. When she arrived at the entrance of the alley, she saw the chaotic and dangerous scene in front of her and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Jiang Cimu!"

Jiang Cimu was distracted when he heard her voice, and the gangster took the opportunity to kick him to the ground. The gangster approached step by step with a dagger in hand, a ferocious smile on his face: "You all must die!"

Sang Shuwan was extremely anxious. She looked around and saw a brick on the ground. She picked it up without hesitation and threw it at the black boss, shouting, "Don't hurt him!" The black boss dodged sideways and the brick hit the wall, sending debris flying.

At this critical moment, the sound of police sirens cut through the night sky, coming from far away and getting closer. It turned out that Jiang Cimu was worried about accidents at the wedding, so he notified a police friend in advance to keep an eye on him. When his friend saw that he had not returned yet, he followed the location and found out that something was wrong, so he called for help in time.

When the gangster heard the sirens, his face changed drastically. Knowing that the game was over, he glared at Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan fiercely, then fled in a hurry with his men and disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Cimu struggled to get up. Sang Shuwan hurried over to support him, tears in her eyes: "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Jiang Cimu smiled weakly: "I'm fine, luckily you're here."

The two men hugged each other tightly. Having survived the disaster, they knew that the battle with the dark forces was far from over, but they would not back down. They would make the truth known to the world and let Sang Jiuyue and the gang boss receive the punishment they deserved.

Jiang Ci Mu's face was pale, and he leaned on Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of unwillingness: "The evidence in the mobile phone has been deleted. Now Sang Jiuyue will escape the law." His voice was weak but full of anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Sang Shuwan clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms. She said bitterly, "She is so cunning. She must have planned all this long ago. We can't just let her go!" Her eyes flashed with anger and her chest heaved violently. She was obviously very angry.

Jiang Ci Mu sighed helplessly and shook his head: "But now everyone has run away, where can we find her? Besides, the wedding just ended, and Yi Shuqi has just calmed down. If we bring this matter up again now, it will only make her more sad." His eyes revealed fatigue and helplessness, and the wounds on his body still hurt slightly, as if telling of this feeling of powerlessness.

Sang Shuwan bit her lip and was silent for a moment. Although she was very reluctant, she also understood that Jiang Cimu was right. There was a trace of struggle in her eyes, and finally she nodded slowly: "Okay, let her go for now. But I really can't swallow this breath." Her voice was choked with tears, and her eyes were shining. She felt distressed for Jiang Cimu's injury, and also felt wronged and angry for not being able to punish Sang Jiuyue.

Jiang Ci Mu patted Sang Shuwan's shoulder gently and comforted her, "Don't worry, she has done so many bad things, she will be exposed sooner or later. Let's conserve our strength first, and wait for a chance to settle with her." His eyes revealed a firm determination, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness, albeit weak, but enough to support him to move forward.

As the days passed, Jiang Cimu gradually recovered, but his hatred for Sang Jiuyue never faded. He and Sang Shuwan secretly kept an eye on Sang Jiuyue's whereabouts, not missing any clues. After escaping, Sang Jiuyue thought she could rest easy, but she didn't know that an invisible net was slowly tightening around her.

By chance, Jiang Cimu learned from a friend that Sang Jiuyue had been frequenting a private club recently, seemingly plotting something new. He immediately told Sang Shuwan the news, and the two decided to go to the club together to find out.

As night falls, the lights outside the club are bright and luxury cars are everywhere. Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan disguise themselves and sneak into the club carefully. The music in the club is deafening, and people are partying on the dance floor. It seems that no one noticed their arrival. They shuttled through the crowd, looking for Sang Jiuyue.

Suddenly, Sang Shuwan's eyes lit up. She saw Sang Jiuyue sitting in a corner, talking to a few strangers. She gently pulled Jiang Cimu's clothes, motioning him to look over there. Jiang Cimu followed her gaze, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

"This time, we must catch her handle and not let her be so arrogant anymore." Jiang Cimu said in a low voice, with a hint of determination in his voice. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealed concentration and vigilance, carefully observing Sang Jiuyue's every move, trying to find key clues from her behavior.

Sang Shuwan was equally excited. Her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became rapid: "We must be careful and not be discovered by her again." Her eyes revealed caution and determination. She carefully observed the surrounding environment to ensure that their actions would not be discovered.

Just as they were about to approach Sang Jiuyue and expose her crimes, an accident happened. Sang Shuwan stared at the woman who looked like Sang Jiuyue, her eyes full of confusion and shock. She unconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to see more clearly, muttering to herself: "What's going on? This is not Sang Jiuyue, she just looks like her from the side." Her brows were tightly knitted together, her eyes revealed deep confusion, and her mind kept thinking about various possibilities.

Jiang Ci Mu also looked confused. He rubbed his temples and whispered, "My friend's information has always been reliable. It is impossible for him to make a mistake in his investigation." His eyes were also full of doubts, and he felt that something was wrong.

The two looked at each other and saw uneasiness in each other's eyes. Jiang Cimu looked around, trying to find the familiar figure again in the crowd, but the club was crowded with people, the lights were dim, and everyone had a real or fake smile on their face, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Could it be that she deliberately had plastic surgery or changed her appearance?" Sang Shuwan suddenly said, her voice trembling a little, and the thought made her feel a chill.

Jiang Ci Mu pondered for a moment and shook his head: "It is almost impossible to completely change your appearance in just a few days and appear here without any flaws. Unless..." His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he thought of something.

"Unless what?" Sang Shuwan asked anxiously.

"Unless there is a powerful force behind her helping her, this force not only has enough resources and means to change her appearance, but also can provide her with a new identity and cover." Jiang Cimu's tone became heavy. He realized that what they might be facing was not just Sang Jiuyue, but a huge organization hidden in the depths of darkness.

After hearing this, Sang Shuwan's face turned even paler. She bit her lip and said, "No matter what, we can't just give up. She must still be here. Let's look for her carefully."

So, the two began to conduct a more detailed search in the club. They checked the private rooms one by one, carefully avoiding the sight of the security guards and staff. Every time they opened a door, their hearts were filled with anticipation and nervousness, hoping to find Sang Jiuyue's trace.

However, after searching for a while, they still found nothing. There were fewer and fewer people in the club, and the music gradually stopped, leaving only silence.

"Has she left?" Sang Shuwan said somewhat frustratedly, with a hint of despair in her eyes.

Jiang Cimu didn't say anything, his eyes revealed determination and persistence. He knew that this was only a temporary setback, and they would definitely be able to find Sang Jiuyue, reveal her true face, and make her pay for what she had done.

Just as they were about to leave the club, Jiang Cimu suddenly found a small silver earring on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and looked at it carefully. The earring looked familiar, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Could this be Sang Jiuyue's?"

Sang Shuwan came over, looked at the earrings, and said, "It seems to be her style. Maybe she really came here, but we missed it."

Jiang Cimu clenched his fists and said, "Let's go back and review the surveillance video. This earring is our only clue at the moment, and we must find her whereabouts from it."

The two hurriedly left the club and headed towards the monitoring room. They knew that the battle with Sang Jiuyue was far from over, and every step forward would be more difficult and dangerous.

Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu looked at each other, helpless and unwilling in their eyes. Jiang Cimu sighed slightly, carefully put the silver earring into his pocket, and whispered: "Let's go, it's useless to stay here, the current situation is too unfavorable for us, we have to go back and make a long-term plan." His voice was a little tired, the running around and experiences of these days made him physically and mentally exhausted, but there was still a stubborn light in his eyes.

Sang Shuwan bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her heart was full of resentment: "I really can't bear to let her go like this." Her cheeks flushed slightly with anger, her eyes flashed with rage, and her chest heaved. It was obvious that she was trying her best to suppress her emotions.

The two of them left the club quietly and blended into the night. Along the way, they were silent, each thinking about their own things. Sang Shuwan kept thinking about Sang Jiuyue's smug face and the confusing figure. She couldn't figure out why Sang Jiuyue could disappear from their sight so easily and change her appearance. What secrets were hidden behind this?
(End of this chapter)