Several people in the office breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Wenqian's legs went weak and he fell down on the sofa, his eyes still a little straight: "Which bastard who killed a thousand swords did such a prank, I was scared to death."
"It's not necessarily a prank." Xi Xi approached He Ma, leaned over and smelled the artificial severed finger, "The finger is fake, but the blood is real."
Shen Wenqian's heart suddenly rose again.
"Real blood? Human blood?!"
Xixi didn¡¯t answer.
He smelled the artificial severed finger again. The blood on the severed finger did have a bloody smell, but he was not sure if it was human blood.
Seeing that Xi Xi couldn¡¯t tell the difference, Ruan Qi walked out from behind Mo Lan.
"Uncle Hema, give me your severed finger to smell."
He Ma held his severed finger and put it under Ruan Qi's nose.
Ruan Qi moved the tip of her nose and smelled it carefully, then her face changed slightly.
"It's human blood."
Ruan Qi has been studying medicine since she was a child, and she can easily distinguish between human blood and animal blood.
The simulated severed finger is indeed covered with human blood.
At this moment, the faces of several people in the office became a little solemn.
Ruan Qi looked at the simulated severed finger carefully, then squatted down and picked up the express box on the floor.
"There seems to be another card in the box." Xixi noticed with sharp eyes.
Ruan Qi reached out to get it, but He Ma, who was wearing disposable gloves, took the card out one step ahead of her.
Because there was blood on the severed finger, the card was also stained with a lot of blood, but the writing on it was still clearly visible¡ª¡ª
¡¾Is human blood delicious? ¡¿
The scarlet font seems to be written in blood, which is weird and terrifying.
Mo Lan and the others all frowned in discomfort. Shen Wenqian came over and saw this sentence and couldn't help but let out a 'fuck'.
"Who is this pervert? Is it wrong to write such words?"
Ruan Qi¡¯s eyebrows frowned slightly.
She looked at the scarlet text on the card, and somehow the memory of Jiang Chunian forcing her to drink human blood suddenly came to mind.
Ruan Qi felt a little uncomfortable, and her tightly pursed red lips turned slightly white.
Seeing that she had a bad expression, Mo Lan immediately helped her sit down on the sofa.
Shen Wenqian followed and sat next to her: "We can't just let it go. The severed finger is human blood. We should call the police. Where did you receive the express, Xiaoqi?"
"The front desk of the lobby on the first floor of Jinhua Group."
"The front desk of the lobby?" Shen Wenqian frowned, "I have never left the address of the front desk of the lobby. Even the address for fans to send credit is not Jinhua headquarters. How can this express be mailed to the lobby?"
Ruan Qi shook his head.
"Did the front desk say what day the express was received?" Shen Wenqian asked again.
Ruan Qi: "The day before yesterday. The lady at the front desk said that the courier specifically told me that it must be delivered to me personally. The agent or assistant cannot collect it on my behalf."
"Are there still such responsible couriers now?" Shen Wenqian raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I have been shopping online for so many years, and the couriers either leave them at the post station for me or throw them into the express box for me. Even if I complain to them 800 times We will never deliver express delivery to your door. Whose courier will specifically tell you that it must be delivered to me?"
Ruan Qi also felt that the courier¡¯s instructions were a bit strange before. Now that Shen Wenqian said this, she realized what was strange.
She is an artist and receives a lot of express delivery from fans and brands every day. The courier in charge of this area has known her for a long time, and they all know that Shen Wenqian always collects her express delivery.
Therefore, it is impossible for the couriers who work with Jinhua to say that they must be handed over to her.
Unless the courier is fake. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com