Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

The living room was dark, except for one room, where light came from the crack in the door.

Shen Lu walked in first, with Mu Xing following behind him.

The two walked to the door of the room. It was quiet inside without any sound. Shen Lu pushed Mu Xing aside, raised his leg and kicked the door open.

At the same time, a hand stretched out from the darkness and grabbed Mu Xing's shoulder.

Mu Xing quickly raised her hand and pinched the wrist of that hand. Just as she was about to throw her over the shoulder with her backhand, she heard a long-lost voice behind her, "Classmate Mu Xing, it's me."

Mu Xing paused and said happily: "Monitor!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I scared you. I thought it was..." She paused before she finished speaking. Mu Xing felt the hand holding her shoulder loosen, and the next second, the light in the living room clicked. With a sound, An Jiamu appeared in front of her.

The hair is as fluffy and messy as dead grass, the cheeks are thin, the eye sockets are sunken, and there is some beard on the chin, but a scar can be clearly seen.

The gray cloth was worn loosely on his body, and he looked very slovenly. Although he was only eighteen years old, he gave people a weather-beaten look.

At that time, Mu Xing was on the street and recognized An Jiamu based on his general appearance. Now that she saw his appearance clearly, her eyes widened in shock. She could not imagine that the person in front of her was actually the person from a few months ago. A young man riding a bicycle through the sunshine.

Even Shen Li was a little surprised when he saw him. How did that coward squad leader become so virtuous?

Mu Xing was stunned for a while and then asked: "Squad leader, how could you become like this? What happened?"

"Go and sit down."

An Jiamu limped and led Mu Xing and Shen Li to sit down on the sofa. He went over to close the door, brought two bottles of mineral water and handed them to them.

Mu Xing took it, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at An Jiamu's legs, "Squad leader, your legs..."

An Jiamu sat down on the sofa on the other side, stretched out his hand to touch his knees, with a cool smile on his lips, "I fell off the cliff and broke it."

Mu Xing looked at him worriedly, "Didn't you say you went abroad to study? Why did Brother Shenli find out that you didn't go abroad? How could you become like this? What happened?"

An Jiamu glanced at Shen Lu and said to Mu Xing, "I want to talk to you alone."

Shen Lu wanted to say "cut" disdainfully, as if he was willing to listen, but when he saw the miserable look on his coward squad leader's face, he held it back, stood up and said, "Little Xingxing, I'll wait for you outside. .”

After Shen Lu left, An Jiamu spoke, "Do you still remember the night we last met?"

Mu Xing nodded.

An Jiamu continued: "After I returned to the noodle shop that day, my dad suddenly told me that I had to leave the imperial capital and hide for a while, otherwise my life would be in danger. After I dropped out of school, my dad took me to a mountain village in the outer suburbs, where I hid. Three days later, a killer really came and he... killed my dad."

Hearing the news that An Feng was killed, Mu Xing's heart trembled. Uncle Feng, he's dead...

Compared with losing the witness to the murderer, she was even more sad that she lost an elder. She couldn't help but feel red in her eyes.

An Jiamu thought of the scene when he last saw his father. He clenched his fists tightly and calmed down for a while before continuing: "After that, he came to chase me again. I was shot and fell off the cliff. Although it was broken, One leg, but luckily it's still alive.

By eating wild grass and fruits, I managed to find my way out of the bottom of the cliff alive. I then stayed at a farmer's house to recuperate. It wasn't until my body had almost recovered a few days ago that I secretly came back. "

Mu Xing sniffed and asked him: "Did Uncle Feng tell you who wants to kill you? Did you see the killer's appearance?"

An Jiamu shook his head, "No, but one thing is for sure. My dad should know some secret, and the other party is here to kill people and silence them."

Hearing this, Mu Xing's face suddenly turned pale.

She had just found Uncle Feng, but he had been silenced. This made it difficult for her not to guess that it was the murderer who caused the fire in the Mu family. Moreover, that murderer had been paying close attention to Uncle Feng these years.

He left some room for Uncle Feng, but her appearance killed the last bit of room.

Therefore, it was she who indirectly killed Uncle Feng and made the monitor become like this...

An Jiamu saw that Mu Xing suddenly turned pale and said nothing. The suspicion that had been lingering in his mind during this period seemed to have a vague answer.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Classmate Mu Xing, after you came that day, my dad was anxious to leave the Imperial Capital. I want to know if it has something to do with you."

Mu Xing bit her lip and thought for a while, then decided to tell An Jiamu the cause and effect. Uncle Feng's death and his experiences were all caused by the Mu family and her. She couldn't hide it from him.

"Monitor, do you know Uncle Feng's previous job?"

An Jiamu was confused by Mu Xing's sudden question, but he still answered truthfully: "I only know that I am a chef in a wealthy family, but I don't know whose family I am in. I have been living with my mother in my hometown since I was born, until my mother died unexpectedly, and my father Then he took me to the imperial capital."

"Uncle Feng used to be a chef in my house."

Mu Xing looked at the surprised expression on An Jiamu's face and said slowly: "When I was six years old, there was a fire in my house. Of the fourteen members of the Mu family, I was the only one who survived. That fire It's not an accident, and Uncle Feng is the only person I know who has seen the murderer."

Thinking about it, this was the reason why his father was killed!

A flash of anger flashed in An Jiamu's eyes, "That night, you came to the noodle shop to ask my dad who was the murderer?"

Mu Xing nodded, "But Uncle Feng refused to tell me."

An Jiamu looked at Mu Xing with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes. It was her appearance that indirectly killed his father!

Mu Xing clearly saw the hatred in his eyes and said: "Squad leader, I know you came back to investigate the murderer and avenge Uncle Feng. I returned to the imperial capital also to investigate the truth about the fire in Mu's house, find the murderer, and avenge Mu. Revenge for a family of thirteen, since the goal is the same, it is enough for one person to complete it."

An Jiamu frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Uncle Feng died because of me. I can't let anything happen to you again. Therefore, I hope you will not participate in the investigation and start your own life again. Leave the matter of revenge to me."

The guilt on Mu Xing's face fell into An Jiamu's eyes, dispelling the hatred in his eyes.

He was probably blinded by hatred. How could he hate Mu Xing? She was also a victim. She just wanted to know the murderer. What was wrong with this?

The wrong murderer, the one he should hate, is also the murderer!

"If I can't personally avenge my father, I'm really sorry for the way my father protected me until his death. I will definitely investigate to the end. No matter what happens in the future, it will be the result of my own choice. You don't have to feel guilty or worry about me. "