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The moonlight shrouded it, and the whole night was silent.

A black shadow opened the door and rushed into the room like a ghost.

In the whole house, only the upstairs study room was lit, and the faint light came from the crack of the door, illuminating a small area.

Zhang Jinglin came and went freely in the dark, and soon stopped at the door of the study.

The door of the study room was closed tightly, but Sombra's hearing was very good. If he put his ears on the door, he could hear the voices coming from the room.

Ren Xuebo was probably talking on the phone, and a slightly impatient voice came out from the crack in the door.

"...I have to leave tomorrow at the latest!"

"Don't tell me that you are being targeted, you are doing illegal business, and you are still afraid of being targeted?"

"It really doesn't work, I'll add another 30!"

"Yes, I'm the only one. I'm leaving tomorrow. Have you figured out the identity certificate of Country Y?"

"20? Why don't you fucking grab it?"

Ren Xuebo seemed to be getting more and more irritable, but in the end he reached a deal with the tongue on the other end of the phone and ended the call.

Xia Guyin's news is true, and Ren Xuebo really wants to sneak away.

But he has been targeted by people from the special department, and it is not so easy to escape. Once Ren Xuebo is caught...

Zhang Jinglin frowned, and opened the door of the study with a little trick.

The sound of opening the door alarmed Ren Xuebo, he turned around suddenly, "Who!"

Zhang Jinglin didn't answer, only let out a sneer, "You want to run?"

His voice was hoarse, and his face was hidden under the wide hood. Looking from Ren Xuebo's direction, he could only see endless darkness.Under the hood, there seemed to be an endless abyss, as if it was about to suck Ren Xuebo into it.

"Who the hell are you?" Ren Xuebo asked sternly, but his hands that were propped on the table had blue veins, knuckles turned white, and kept trembling.

Zhang Jinglin stopped answering and approached Ren Xuebo step by step.

When approaching Ren Xuebo, he suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

These eyes locked on Ren Xuebo's sight like a poisonous snake, and the perception was released, hooking up Ren Xuebo's panicked emotions, Zhang Jinglin's voice was soft and slow, like the singing of a sea monster, directly dominated Ren Xuebo's emotions, "Are you planning to run away? "

Just for a moment, Ren Xuebo was like a puppet on a string, controlled by Zhang Jinglin, he could only follow his heart and answer the most true thoughts in his heart.

"Yes."

Zhang Jinglin continued to ask: "Why do you want to run?"

Ren Xuebo: "Ji Qin has been arrested, I'm afraid he will confess me."

"Heh," Zhang Jinglin let out a sarcastic laugh, his tone instantly full of oppression, "Escape? Where are you fleeing to?"

"It's better to die."

"If you die, it's all over."

"No one will find you when you die."

……

His words seemed to have magical powers, and he kept emphasizing the word "death", making hints one after another in Ren Xuebo's heart.In the end, the hint will continue to strengthen and become an irresistible order in Ren Xuebo's heart. After Zhang Jinglin leaves, Ren Xuebo will obediently execute the order of "death" and complete "suicide in fear of crime".

This was a way to kill Xu Liu, and Zhang Jinglin arrogantly copied it to Ren Xuebo.

No matter how the police investigate, Ren Xuebo did commit suicide, so who can suspect him?

After confirming that the hint had been planted in Ren Xuebo's heart, Zhang Jinglin pulled up his hood to hide his face even deeper, then turned and left quietly.

Zhang Jinglin locked the door of the study and walked briskly to the living room.

However, as soon as he stepped down the stairs, a gust of wind hit his face. Zhang Jinglin reacted quickly, jumped over the railing and jumped down to the first floor.

The dark living room suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light made Zhang Jinglin close his eyes uncomfortably.

In the next second, someone rushed towards him, targeting his hood.

At this point, what else does Zhang Jinglin not understand?

He was deceived!

It is true that Ren Xuebo wanted to smuggle in, but it is also true that the special department has already controlled it, and Xia Guyin has been acting in front of him from the beginning to the end, for the purpose of tonight's scene of inviting you into the urn.

While thinking about it, Zhang Jinglin had avoided the iron face's attack, and quickly turned around and ran towards the window.

The windows of the villa are floor-to-ceiling windows, and the garden is outside the window. As long as he runs to the garden, Zhang Jinglin is confident that he can escape.

However, just as he reached the window, there was a person who had predicted his movements and stood there waiting for him to throw himself into the trap.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jinglin uttered a swear word irritably, shook hands into claws, and rushed towards Miao Hangyin by the window, and then released his own perception to hook Miao Hangyin's emotions, in order to hypnotize Miao Hangyin at a critical moment.

He didn't know that Miao Hangyin was an expert in psychology. Although Zhang Jinglin had an advantage in talent, this advantage was useless when facing Miao Hangyin.

The moment he touched Miao Hangyin's emotions, Zhang Jinglin felt that he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the endless cold rolled in, engulfing him in an instant.It's also like living in a snow mountain, where the wind and snow are blowing, and the whole world is empty.

Not to mention hypnosis, Zhang Jinglin couldn't even perceive Miao Hangyin's emotions, not only that, he was also hurt by Miao Hangyin's emotions like a snow mountain glacier, his running body froze slightly.

In the pursuit, this pause is fatal.In an instant, the people from the year after had caught up, grabbed Zhang Jinglin's shoulders, and pressed Zhang Jinglin to the ground with his backhand.

Then he lifted Zhang Jinglin's hood with one hand, revealing that somewhat youthful face.

"Zhang Jinglin, it really is you." Tie Mian stared at this familiar face with complicated eyes.Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when the truth really came, it still caused him a great shock.

The facts were right in front of him, even if he didn't believe it, he had to believe it—Zhang Jinglin was indeed the insider of the special department, he killed Xu Liu, and now he wanted to kill Ren Xuebo.

"Uncle." Zhang Jinglin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person who arrested him was the iron face. He didn't dare to struggle, but carefully defended himself, "I... I just suspect Ren Xuebo, and I want to come to Ren Xuebo's house to investigate, I have no other intentions , you have to trust me, uncle!"

"You appeared here for no reason, and you tried to hypnotize the suspect to commit suicide. How can you make me believe you!" Tie Mian took a deep breath, suppressed the many complicated emotions surging in his chest, and looked at Zhang Jinglin coldly, just like the special department. The nickname given to him by other members is mediocre, unselfish.

Zhang Jinglin was raised by Tie Mian, and in Tie Mian's impression, Zhang Jinglin was kind and warm-blooded, and he was an out-and-out good boy.Tie Mian didn't know why Zhang Jinglin became like this, colluding with those "drug trafficking groups" full of crimes.

What about his blood?

What about his kindness?

What about his innocence?

Tie Mian was full of doubts, but he also knew that the answers to these questions were meaningless.Zhang Jinglin has changed if he has changed. No matter how much he can't accept it, he can't change this fact.

Zhang Jinglin can clearly feel the emotional changes of the iron face, waiting for the opportunity to capture the wavering emotions, and then influence the iron face.Just when Zhang Jinglin thought the opportunity was coming and felt the emotion that immediately hooked the iron face, the iron face suddenly became indestructible.

Emotional perception and influence failed again, and Zhang Jinglin's face sank immediately.

His perception has always been unfavorable, why has he suffered successive setbacks like today?

Tie Mian didn't know what was going on in Zhang Jinglin's mind, so he clasped Zhang Jinglin's hand instead, pinned him down, and brought him back to the special department for interrogation.

Perhaps Zhang Jinglin realized that his actions had failed, so he did not resist along the way.

However, when he was about to get in the car, Zhang Jinglin's eyes suddenly lit up with blood-red Bianhua flowers, and the aura around him was aroused, covering him directly towards the iron surface.

It actually acts directly on the soul of the iron face.

Tie Mian was caught off guard, his eyes suddenly became dizzy, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and his soul was shaken.Zhang Jinglin's hand that was tightly clasped to Zhang Jinglin was released. Zhang Jinglin seized the opportunity and immediately broke free from the iron mask. Just as he was about to run away, he realized that he was actually imprisoned by the spirit energy, unable to move!

what happened?

Zhang Jinglin moved his body, his heart was full of shock.In the next second, he saw Miao Hangyin sticking a talisman on Tie Mian's body.

This talisman immediately healed the wound on Iron Mask's soul, and soon returned to normal.

"Spiritual doctor!" Zhang Jinglin looked at Miao Hangyin in disbelief, never expecting that Miao Hangyin was actually a spiritual doctor.

Miao Hangyin only glanced at him indifferently before getting into the car.

Tie Mian came back to his senses, and while pushing Zhang Jinglin into the car, he couldn't help but wonder, "What happened just now?"

"He is a trick doctor." Miao Hangyin said concisely.

Tie Mian stared at Zhang Jinglin for a long time, his eyes flickering.

Tie Mian was not sure why Zhang Jinglin became what he is now, but he was very sure of one thing - Zhang Jinglin was not a fraudulent doctor.

Suddenly, Tie Mian remembered the organ exchange case cracked by the special department, and his heart was beating violently. He asked Zhang Jinglin hoarsely, "You are not Zhang Jinglin, who are you?"

Zhang Jinglin looked at Tie Mian innocently, blinked his eyes, and showed a condescending expression, "Uncle, I am Zhang Jinglin?"

"You are not him!" Tie Mian said firmly.

Even though they have the same face, same personality, and some little habits, but Tie Mian is sure that the person in front of him is not his nephew Zhang Jinglin.

Tie Mian suddenly thought of something, and to prove his conjecture, he reached out to Zhang Jinglin, grabbed Zhang Jinglin's collar, and tore it apart fiercely.

When Tie Mian was playing with Zhang Jinglin when he was a child, he accidentally let his little nephew fall down, and a branch slipped dangerously past Zhang Jinglin's chest.Since then, Zhang Jinglin has left a scar the size of a fingernail on his chest.

If the person in front of him was really his nephew, he would definitely have that scar on his chest.

"Tear!"

The sound of clothes being torn could be heard in the car, and with all his strength under the iron face, Zhang Jinglin's clothes were torn directly, revealing his white chest under the clothes.

Just as Iron Face hoped, there was no scar the size of a fingernail on his chest, but there was a face——

A face exactly like Zhang Jinglin's.