Chapter 833 - These Are Sleeping Pills (1)

Shen Liangchuan’s pupils shrank as he turned to glance at Qiao Lian. He left the two women and headed upstairs.

After stepping into the study, he said, “E-mail them over to me.”

“I’ve done so.”

“Uh huh.”

“Brother Shen?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve taken a look at the documents. I can confirm that Soul Fighter... is dead for real.”

Shen Liangchuan’s heart sank when he heard those words. After a moment, he said, “I understand.”

He hung up and sat behind his desk, staring blankly at the tabletop.

At the time, when Soul Fighter died, he actually did not see the man’s dead body.

He remembered well that day was the day he was supposed to have met up with Qiao Lian.

He saw her in the cafe.

At the time, she was talking on the phone with her best friend.

He stood there, staring at her steadily.

Later on, he received a text message from Song Yuanxi.

[Song Yuanxi: My brother has died.]

He stood up with a snap at those words and left the cafe without a word, heading straight to the hospital.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, Soul Fighter’s body had already been transferred to the morgue.

After that, he was cremated and buried.

Hence from the start till the end, he had never seen Soul Fighter’s dead body.

Now all the information was in his computer.

He took a deep breath and turned on the machine.

All the information on Soul Fighter appeared on the screen at once.

An accident, internal hemorrhage, failed CPR, death.

The pictures of Soul Fighter’s accident, of him lying on the hospital bed, the moment of death...

There was ven information on whether his eyes were shut at the moment of death.

His eyes were open but unseeing. The massive internal bleeding, how his oral cavity was filled with blood from the internal bleeding...

It was evident that the man had been in great pain before he passed away.

This heavy information crushed Shen Liangchuan’s heart, pulling it apart. The pain was almost unbearable and he raised his hand to clutch at his chest.

Soul Fighter... Soul Fighter!

With a quick motion, he turned the computer screen off.

He was heaving and taking deep breaths.

He had never known that this was how Soul Fighter had died.

He clenched his fists tightly.

After a while, there was a knocking on the study door. He looked up and saw Qiao Lian standing at the doorway, giving him an inquisitive look. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

It was only then that Shen Liangchuan realized it was already 10 p.m.

He stood up and said, “You go ahead. I’ll be on my way.”

She nodded and left the room.

He took a deep breath and opened the drawer. He reached for the vial of sleeping pills and took one. The study door was pushed open again, with Qiao Lian at the doorway. She said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’ve showered.”

How much more obvious could an invitation get?

But the only vision that filled Shen Liangchuan’s eyes was the look on Soul Fighter’s face at the moment of his death.

He felt sick.

Frowning, he nodded at her and replied, “Uh huh.”

He stood up and followed Qiao Lian back to the bedroom. Then he picked up his towel and went into the bathroom for a shower.

When he came out of the shower, Qiao Lian was nowhere to be seen.

Puzzled, he walked out of the bedroom and saw that the lights in his study had been turned on.

He walked over and opened the door. As he did so, he saw Qiao Lian raising her head and downing a mouthful of water. But in her hand was the vial of sleeping pills that he had ordered from overseas!

His pupils shrank and he asked, “What are you doing?!”

With a wave of her hand, Qiao Lian answered, “I just took a few of those vitamins that you always take!”