Who moved her body?

As Xu Haiyang hummed a little tune as he came out of Situ Feng's villa, Guan Jie was wiping the rearview mirror with a soft towel.

"Did you see them?"

"Um".

Xu Haiyang looked back at the gate. Uncle Zhao was walking this way. Xu Haiyang cautiously gestured with his chin towards Guan Jie.

"Let's talk about it after we get in the car."

Guan Jie put away the towel and started the car. After driving onto the main road, several muscles on Guan Jie's face twitched.

"Xiao Xian is dying, I can't watch her die." Guan Jie gritted his teeth. "How can I get the medicine to save her? I'm willing to give anything to save her, including my life."

"I've found out that your woman needs an injection of the new cell virus to survive, otherwise she'll die from her body rotting away. However, this drug has just been developed, and its safety cannot be guaranteed. Whether it can save your woman is only theoretically possible. Are you willing to risk your life for this uncertain outcome?"

"I will try as long as there is a glimmer of hope."

"Three days later, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the research center will be at its weakest point of the year in terms of security. We've chosen that day to make our move."

Guan Jie looked at Xu Haiyang with gratitude.

Why should you help me? If it fails, you'll be implicated too, and it won't do you any good.

Xu Haiyang leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed, half-closing his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I'm a man of faith. Besides, even if it doesn't work, you'll be the one who dies. At worst, I'll just be exiled. It won't be much different from my current life of just eating and waiting to die."

"You're quite open-minded," Guan Jie laughed.

After parking the car, Xu Haiyang got out, but instead of leaving immediately, he walked to Guan Jie's window.

"The drug that can bring the dead back to life has just been developed, and Diro needs the most suitable candidates to undergo testing. It's quite a coincidence that your woman just happened to die at the right time."

"You mean Xiaoxian's death was murdered?"

"I didn't say anything. These matters of life and death aren't up to me. Alright, I'm going to be buying supplies for the Mid-Autumn Festival for the island these next couple of days. Papaya can come with me. You're free now."

Watching Xu Haiyang's swaying figure, Guan Jie felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Before coming to the island, he had been wondering if Shanshan was Song Xiaoxian. Once on the island, Guan Jie tried everything to get close to Shanshan to verify this. Now, all he could think about was how to save Song Xiaoxian. He didn't pay much attention to how Song Xiaoxian was resurrected or why she died. It was only after Xu Haiyang reminded him that Guan Jie realized that Song Xiaoxian's appearance on the desolate rock island and in Diruo was definitely not a simple coincidence.

People die every day, and people get into car accidents every day, but if both of these are for a specific purpose, then it is a premeditated murder.

Guan Jie clenched his fists and returned to his room. He closed the door and could no longer control his anger, smashing the coffee table to pieces.

The blood on his hands, brimming with hatred and anger, continued to wash over Guan Jie's wounds until the numb wounds began to throb with excruciating pain.

Seeing Song Xiaoxian lying in the glass enclosure like a lamb to the slaughter made Guan Jie's heart ache. He staggered to his feet, picked up the disinfectant alcohol from the medicine box, opened the bottle cap, and poured it all onto his hand.

"ah…".

A deep roar echoed in the room. Guan Jie couldn't tell whether it was the injury on his hand or the wound in his heart that was making him so upset, and at this moment, there was nothing he could do but wait.

As cigarettes were consumed one by one, Guan Jie suddenly remembered an email that Zhuang Buyi had sent him.

The email mentioned that someone went to Sanghai City to investigate Song Xiaoxian's close friends before her death. However, before that, someone took away all the information about Song Xiaoxian that could be connected with Guan Jie.

If the people who went to investigate were sent by Huangyan Island, then who was the one who took Song Xiaoxian's file? Guan Jie coughed violently, choked by the smoke he was smoking.

Guan Jie pushed open the window, and the smoke inside the room desperately squeezed out through the window.

Assuming that Di Ruo orchestrated Song Xiaoxian's death, they couldn't possibly be unaware of Song Xiaoxian's social interactions before her death. Since Di Ruo made meticulous calculations and had strict requirements for the drug's recipient, they couldn't have failed to investigate Song Xiaoxian's identity while searching for the recipient. And if they already did investigate, then who sent the people to Senhai City to search for Song Xiaoxian's former lover?

Furthermore, assuming Di Ruo found Song Xiaoxian first, they couldn't possibly be unaware of his existence. Since they knew about him, Situ Feng wouldn't have been fooled by Zhuang Buyi's false file when investigating him.

Guan Jie stood by the window, his mind beginning to clear up.

"Someone must have killed Xiao Xian and then notified Di Ruo."

It's obvious that the person who took Song Xiaoxian's information did so to protect Guan Jie. Who could be the person who killed Song Xiaoxian but wants to protect Guan Jie?

A thought flashed through my mind: "Zeng Meiqian!"

Guan Jie quickly shook his head.

"How could it be her? Meiqian only met me after Song Xiaoxian died, it absolutely couldn't be her."

Thinking of Zeng Meiqian's background, Guan Jie even more firmly denied this fleeting and terrible thought. "Meiqian fell in love with me when I was down, which is already a blessing for me. How can I doubt her now? I'm sorry, Meiqian. You are so gentle and kind, yet I doubted you at this time. I'm really sorry."

Guan Jie applied the ointment, then wrapped his palm with gauze layer by layer.

"I must save Xiaoxian, and then personally apologize to Meiqian." A surge of self-reproach rose within Guan Jie, fueling his determination to live. "If Meiqian doesn't forgive me, I'd rather die than betray her!"

.......

Night runs have become a habit for Guan Jie when he comes to the island. He likes to rest at the entrance and exit while running. The security personnel at the entrance and exit have gotten used to it and are no longer extra cautious about him.

Guan Jie sent an email to Zhuang Buyi.

"The person I'm looking for is indeed her. Her life is in danger, and I have to save her. If I fail and can't go back, I must not tell Zeng Meiqian the truth. I don't want to hurt her."

Xiao Xian's death wasn't an accident. I don't know what the person behind it all did. A memory chip was implanted in Xiao Xian's brain, replacing all her previous memories until my appearance awakened them. I don't know if she'll still be able to wait for me to save her; I'm not sure about anything. If I can't go back, please take good care of Ku'er and Mei Qian for me.

After pressing the send button, Guan Jie let out a long sigh of relief.

His mind was in turmoil, just like the letter he wrote to Zhuang Buyi; he had so much to say but didn't know where to begin.

With three days to go until the Mid-Autumn Festival, more and more people are leaving the island. At this time, a car carrying three people from the research center is leaving the island to go to the airport. The security personnel verified the personnel information and then let them go.

Guan Jie continued running. Perhaps only running could burn off the excess energy in his body; otherwise, Song Xiaoxian's helpless and desperate state lying in the glass enclosure in the basement would drive him crazy.

……

Zhuang Buyi shut down his computer and turned his neck.

The employees in the large office outside had all left, but there were still a few boxes of unused mooncakes in the reception room by the door. The dazzling image of Chang'e flying to the moon was printed on the packaging boxes, making the pictures of the mooncakes look rather unbearable to look at.

Zhuang Buyi felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He had promised Zeng Meiqian that Guan Jie would definitely come back for the festival.

"Guan Jie, you promised you'd be back for the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you don't come back, Zeng Meiqian will definitely ask me for you. What am I supposed to do then? You're making me your shield."

Zhuang Buyi slumped his shoulders, looking dejected, and turned off the last light switch.

Just then, Zhuang Buyi's phone rang. He looked down and saw that it was an email.

"Guan Jie, finally we have news."

After reading the email, Zhuang Buyi rubbed his temples.

"Am I dreaming? Can the dead really come back to life?"

Zhuang Buyi shuddered and quickly pressed the elevator button. Only after driving his car out of the underground parking garage and parking it in a well-lit area did Zhuang Buyi dare to check the emails again.

"Song Xiaoxian was framed and killed, then saved by Di Ruo, and now he's in mortal danger again, with a chip implanted in his brain..." Zhuang Buyi rubbed his chin back and forth with the back of his hand, as if the stubble would give him the answer.

"None of that matters. The important thing is that Guan Jie might not be able to come back. If Guan Jie doesn't come back, then Song Xiaoxian definitely won't survive either. And then what about Zeng Meiqian... Oh my god, Guan Jie, Guan Jie, why are you so unlucky? You've been destined to have a life filled with bad luck with women."