Crack: Not loving you is the way back

"Knock knock knock..."

Roger was holding a round plate with two bowls of food on it in his right hand. He looked at the closed door and sighed helplessly: "It's already noon, and neither of them got up. It's amazing to sleep so soundly in a strange environment." . This heart is not ordinary broad, and the courage is even greater than the sky."

If he hadn't gone back to the bureau to get something today and happened to hear his colleagues discussing yesterday's incident, he wouldn't have known that the person they offended was actually Huangfu Jue of G City, the man who could cause an earthquake in the G City's economy if he shook his head.

Out of curiosity, he went to check the identities of the two people. One had a rich resume: a famous supermodel in G City, a released member of Nanke Prison in G City, Huangfu Jue's ex-girlfriend... and a clean resume with no names. None, just check that there is no such person.

At that moment, his mood was like riding a roller coaster. The people these two people offended and the forces behind them were not easy to mess with. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong, whether it was a blessing or a curse to bring these two people home.

The two people in the room had actually woken up a long time ago, but everything was silent, and they were too embarrassed to make a big noise, so they just lay there.

Hearing the knock on the door, Su Mo stood up quickly and saw Roger standing at the door. He quickly asked anxiously, "When can I see Uncle Luo?"

She didn't want to wait, not even for a moment. She was thinking every moment now about how to throw the evidence in Huangfu Jue's face, and then she pointed arrogantly at his nose and scolded him for being blind and blind, praying for him to fall asleep deeply. He was struck to death by lightning.

Roger handed the thing in his hand to her and said calmly: "My dad is currently busy, you need to wait."

"You're not lying to us, are you?" Gu Li, who was a step behind Su Mo, interrupted and looked at the person in front of her carefully. The light was too dark last night and she could only vaguely see an outline. Now he will look at , is indeed a talented person.

"Believe it or not." Roger shrugged, put the things on the ground, turned around and left.

In fact, his father was very free, but he didn't know why his father said to wait. It looked like he was waiting for someone, staying in the tea room all day without even leaving the door.

He is mysterious all day long, and even his own son is on guard against him.

"This... who is this person?" Gu Li pointed at Roger's leaving figure, and she couldn't stand his attitude and complained coldly.

"Eat first." Su Mo bent down and picked up the food on the ground, then turned and entered the door.

"Will it be poisonous?"

"No." Su Mo's tone was very firm.

"why?"

Su Mo gave her an "idiot" look: "It won't do him any good to poison us, and there's no need for him to do such a thing. If he really wants to kill us, last night was the best chance to find a way to kill us." Just die among the snakes, and there is no need to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces." Those snakes can just divide and eat them, so there is no need to bother.

In the next two days, day and night continued to pass, and Su Mo still saw no one. His mood was not only depressed but also gradually became irritable.

Until the third day, the long-awaited news came that Uncle Luo wanted to meet her in the tea room.

Su Mo pushed the door open and walked in. The first thing he saw was a row of screens, followed by a tea table with a straw mat under it. It looked very period. Other than that, it was just a The huge cabinet with many tea boxes occupies one-third of the entire indoor area. Looking outside, there is a phoenix tree standing by the window. Judging from the thickness of the branches, it must be at least ten years old.

Called a tea room, Sumer thought it was just a slightly crudely decorated living room with a few boxes of tea.

"Hello, senior, I am Su Mo." Su Mo stood politely in front of Uncle Luo who was making tea.

"Sit down." Uncle Luo continued what he was doing without raising his head. It wasn't until the light aroma of tea wafted that he calmly placed a piece of draft paper on the table with a pen in his hand, "Tell me more about your problem and your The clues have been obtained so far.”

Although Su Mo felt strange about his actions, he consciously did not ask any more questions and told the situation of the fire in the Holy Garden in as much detail as possible, while Uncle Luo scribbled on the draft.

When Uncle Luo stopped writing, Su Mo understood his intention slightly, and pointed his finger directly at the word "Holy Garden", the source of all her disasters.

Uncle Luo tilted the sketch toward her, looked at the limited information on the relationships and addresses, and said: "This is just a location. If someone wants to frame you, no matter where you are, they can always find someone to do it. It's just that the difficulty is different." Uncle Luo paused, looked at her, and said in a more serious tone, "So, the focus of your consideration should be who wants to frame you and what is the motive for framing you. It’s more absurd, there is no frame-up for no reason, the victim must have hindered the interests of the perpetrator to force him to take action.”

Su Mo looked at the names on the paper and suddenly remembered something. He hesitated for a moment and felt that his idea was ridiculous. If he said it out, it might just cause more interference. He held it back and planned to be careful. Listen to Uncle Luo’s analysis.

But Uncle Luo could see the changes in her expression. He glanced at her and said, "You can tell me whatever comes to mind. Sometimes the information you think is useless is the most important clue."

"Yeah." Since Uncle Luo said so, Su Mo took up the topic. He was also worried that he might have missed an important clue because of his own ignorance, so he said with a speculative tone: "Huangfu Jue was sure that I was involved in arson. The murderer, I guess someone must have said something to him before he was so sure."

"Why do you think so?"

"I once asked him. Although he didn't answer, his expression changed at that moment."

"Did he ever mention why you set the fire?"

"Yes." Su Mo lowered his head and recalled.

It took a while, but Uncle Luo did not interfere with her during this period. He picked up the teacup next to him with two fingers and took a sip.

He looked up and saw a dark figure quietly hiding behind the screen. The movements of his hands froze for an instant, but it was only for a moment. He continued to drink the tea calmly, with only the corners of his mouth rising slightly. It betrayed his good mood at the moment.

If you want to watch it, just watch it openly, and he won't stop him. After so many years, I don't know what I think, and I don't know how I developed this temperament. It's so awkward.

Uncle Luo had just finished drinking a cup of tea and saw that Su Mo was still thinking with his head down. Just when he was about to give her a hint, Su Mo suddenly raised his head with a firm and urgent look: "He said that the person I wanted to kill was not his mother Shen Ruyun. It’s his marriage partner He Linglan.”

Uncle Luo put down the tea cup, added the words "He Linglan" on the scratch paper, and asked: "Do you think the murderer is one of these two people?"

Su Mo shook his head, confusion filled his mind. Both Shen Ruyun and He Linglan were victims of this disaster. The variables of life and death were changing rapidly. It was impossible for them to direct and act in such a big fire.

"If Lord Huangfu wants you to pay for his mother's life, who will benefit the most?" Uncle Luo was good at tempting.