Mr Huo wants to spoil me

There really is!
The information provided in the tape is not enough to restore the events at that time, and there is no evidence to prove that the murderer of his parents was an internal thief in the family.

Now that there is finally a next step in progress, Huo Xuye really doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and tried not to let himself have any anger: "Then please tell us, old man, what did Louis leave behind?"

"The last time he came to see me, he gave me a large sum of money, but he looked flustered and said a lot of strange things, and even begged the Lord to forgive him."

Mr. Bai rested on the page with withered yellow fingers, stroking the writing on it, his expression was sluggish, full of nostalgia and anger, mixed with a little bit of imperceptible fear.

He handed the cowhide notebook to Huo Xuye, pointed to a line of small characters in the corner and said: "The last time he came back and told me personally, it was actually that he made a mistake and confessed to me. There is no other news, but when he was leaving But I wrote such a passage in the notebook, I can’t understand it, you can take a look, this is the only useful clue for me here, after you read it, leave and don’t bother me anymore.”

Over the years, Mr. Bai can be said to have lived in pain. He knew that every amount of money Louis sent to him was mixed with other people's blood, so it was naturally very uncomfortable to use.

Later, he began to slowly make up for the money he had used, but the money was stored in the house, which still gave Mr. Bai the illusion that he would be killed by the wronged soul.

But fortunately, he knows a lot and knows a little bit of numerology, so he hasn't been driven crazy all these years.

"What did you write?" Bai Anru carefully reached out to take the notebook, looked at the words on it that were obviously neither English nor Chinese, and fell into confusion: "It seems to be French, I can't understand it, Huo Xuye, do you understand?"

Bai Anru only knows that Huo Xuye's English is very good. When speaking English, every pronunciation is very standard. A person who is so good at one language should not be another. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and wanted to Do a search to see if you can find it.

But what people didn't expect was that Huo Xuye came over to take a look, then frowned and translated: "I met a devil, a devil more vicious than me."

"I know that I deserve to die, but I have to think about my father, I want to survive, I leave my confession here, I hope my father can forgive me."

"In addition, I saved a backup of a particularly important document in the old library in the south of the city. If it can be seen again one day, it will be my little compensation for those victims."

"You can actually speak French?" Bai Anru's eyes widened in shock, this man refreshed his cognition again, it turned out that there really are such outstanding people in the world: "However, this Louis is really cautious to the extreme, and the evidence must be presented Ring after ring storage, not putting everything in the same place, even playing a double entendre..."

"I used to have a client from France, so I learned a little bit, but I'm not very proficient." Huo Xuye explained, put his finger lightly on the paper, pointed to a handwriting on it and said: "Mr. Bai, I want to Let me tell you one thing, in the last words Louis left, he called you 'Daddy', not adoptive father, you should know what I mean."

Mr. Bai, who had been staying in the corner very shyly, his shoulders trembled, he lowered his head, remained silent, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "I see, you go, let me be alone for a while. "

The hale and hearty old man instantly aged a lot, but his eyes fell on the notebook, and he didn't know whether he hated more or regretted more.

Maybe he gave these children food at that time, just to make his death not so silent, but he never thought that a child would go on this path in order to support him.

He hated the trouble and pain he caused him, but he was still touched by the phrase "Dad".

Bai Anru looked at this old man who had turned [-] years old but had no one to accompany him, and felt a little sympathetic.

Now that he has obtained what he wants to know, Huo Xuye has no intention of staying here any longer.

Mr. Bai can be said to be innocent, but there are always some factors that contributed to Louis' murder.

Although in the final analysis, it is the messenger behind the scenes, whether it is Mr. Bai or Louis, they are only used as one of the tools.

However, no one can let go of a bond with someone who has hurt their parents, even if it is just a tool.

As for the clues to the next step, Huo Xuye and Bai Anru didn't stay here any longer. They boarded the rickshaw again, crossed the bustling crowd, and came to their parking space.

When they took the key to open the door, they realized that the hands of the two had been naturally drawn together for some time.

Bai Anru pretended not to notice, and looked up at the sunset in the sky to hide her embarrassment.

Huo Xuye also felt better.

Sure enough, some love seeps slowly, flowing slowly, and one day it will be completely integrated into the life of the other party.

"Go directly to the library today to solve this problem completely, or wait until tomorrow? Actually, it's getting late, and the library may not be still open." In order to break the embarrassment, Huo Xuye spoke first.

Bai Anru has gradually gotten used to the cheongsam she was wearing. She got in the car, kicked off her high heels secretly and took a rest: "Let's go today."

Huo Xuye naturally had no reason to refuse, he glanced at Bai Anru in the rearview mirror, and suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

He could know the habits of this little woman, and she especially hated wearing high heels, and would definitely take them off whenever she had the chance.

In front of outsiders, she will never be rude.

Does this mean that she actually still cares about herself?

The car started slowly.

At the No.12 church at this time, Mr. Bai was slowly packing up the things he had left on the table.

He carefully put away the cowhide notebook, put it in an old box and locked it.

In addition to the notebook, there were several thick wads of money, audio tapes, recording pens, notebooks, knives, and various other things in the box.

Looking at these small objects, Mr. Bai sighed a long time.

After staying in the chair for a while, Mr. Bai rewrote the words Louis left in the notebook on a piece of paper according to his own memory, and walked out slowly...