illegitimate child

In the house where he settled down.

Luo Jinnian said angrily: "We are late, the clues have been cleared up long ago, so it's a waste of time." He changed into a fragrant brocade robe, moved a small couch under the eaves, and leaned lazily.

Because of the new funeral of He Yuan and his family, they couldn't come directly to the door, so they ordered Bao Inquiring to go and ask, mainly about whether there was anything unusual about the death of He Yuan and his family, and the people they had contacted during their lifetime.

But got nothing.

The deaths of the two of He Yuan seemed ordinary, but they were actually strange.

They once visited the ancient well that fell into the water. Because the well was too deep, in order to prevent the children from accidentally falling while playing, they usually covered it with stone slabs. By such a coincidence, the stone slabs suddenly disappeared.

As for the man surnamed He, his death was even more strange. They lured them with a lot of money, and finally got the thugs from the gambling shop to tell the truth. It turned out that he did beat He Chan, but he did not kill him.

Even if the gambling house is powerful, he is never willing to risk his life easily. After he kicked He Qu, He Qu vomited blood strangely and went straight away.

Even though he knew something was wrong, he still didn't even find any clues. Such methods are shocking.

The death of the two of He Yuan was secretly manipulated by a huge hand behind them.

Song Ling was clearing the snow in the courtyard: "It's useless to stay in Shangjing. Brother, why don't you go back to Qingyi Village to stabilize Master Du, so that Auntie can feel at ease."

Luo Jinnian was a little taken aback, brother?

He felt aggrieved, held the yellow fruit on the small table in his hand, and threw it at the snow sweeper viciously.

Song Ling has gotten close to him a lot in recent years, and he always calls him Jin Nian in private.He likes Song Ling calling him Jin Nian, it's soft and soft, like a whisper, like a whisper, revealing a sense of intimacy.Instead of the current, cold brother.

Just because of a small matter, there is another life?

"puff"

Song Ling didn't raise his head, but raised his sleeves like a prophet to block Huang Guo away.

Seeing that Song Ling was unmoved, Luo Jinnian also became angry, gritted his teeth and said silently: ignore it, ignore it!But remember, it's me, Luo Jinnian, who doesn't want to talk to you!A mere bastard, and it's on the list!

He grabbed a yellow fruit and put it in his mouth without peeling the skin.

He took a bite hard and his face changed suddenly.

"Bah bah bah!"

Really bitter, astringent and bitter.

He was so bitter that his eyes were flushed, looking at the yellow fruit with teeth marks on the peel in his hand, he suddenly remembered that he was recuperating on the couch because of a serious injury.

Song Ling held the tangerine like this and peeled it for him, carefully removing the white veins on the flesh.

He has never seen a whole yellow fruit, so the outer layer cannot be eaten.

Luo Jinnian peeled off the peel of the yellow fruit and put it in his mouth one by one.

Naturally, the taste of yellow fruits from ordinary people's homes is not as good as the priceless tangerines he eats on weekdays.

Sour to the bottom of my heart.

After eating, Luo Jinnian casually picked up the dark black cloak hanging on the couch and hung it on his shoulders. When he passed by Song Ling, he turned around. The golden tassels on the cloak gently stroked the side of Song Ling's face. Discharge door.

After Luo Jinnian left.

Song Ling put down the broom, went to the eaves and bowed to clean up the wreckage left by Luo Jinnian. After cleaning up, he put his hands behind his back and said coldly to the empty place in the backyard: "Come out."

"Swish"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen black figures appeared in the courtyard. They half-kneeled on the ground, and the leader stood up and saluted: "Please show the token."

Song Ling waved his sleeve and threw the token given to him by Tong Yu to the leader.

This group of people is the private guards supported by Luo Mansion. Tong Yu and his subordinates were originally private guards. After they were sent to Song Ling by Luo Qingshan, they had a separate team name and became independent from the private guards.

Only Luo Qingshan knows how many private guards there are. Right now, these people are all the manpower that can be mobilized in the upper capital.

The leader returned the token to Song Ling after checking that it was correct, and said in a low voice, "Please give me instructions."

"Keep an eye on Tongfu Casino, don't relax for a moment, and report to me immediately if there is any change." Song Ling squinted his eyes, rubbing the token in his hand.

Tongfu Gambling House is the family that killed He Cuan, Du Shaoshang and He Yuan originally met here, if it is said that there is nothing tricky, he would not believe it.

Although it may look normal, it should not be taken lightly.

There will be blind spots in people's thinking. He Kun died in Tongfu Casino, which naturally arouses suspicion. If Tongfu's thugs are secretive, people will think that Tongfu really has ghosts.But the thug bluntly said that He Gu's state was different that day, and such a candid attitude, even if it could not completely dispel suspicion, would make Tongfu's suspiciousness a little bit later in his heart.

This creates blind spots, just like peek-a-boo, people will not re-check the places they have already checked, forming blind spots, if people can hide in the blind spots, ghosts will naturally not be able to catch him.

That is an ordinary person, but he is Song Ling, he would rather be wrong and waste manpower than let it go.

What Luo Jinnian said just now was a waste of time, it was true for him, but for him——

His main purpose was not to find clues from the arsenal, and it was a surprise to find Tongfu Casino right now.

His real goal is this private guard, to get his trump card!

Qingyu Village is full of fog and has a lot of eyeliner. It is impossible for him to let the private guards directly enter the village and expose it to the eyes of everyone.

He asked Tong Yu to tell the private guard to wait in the other courtyard and meet in Shangjing.

Even if Tong Yu hadn't kept Du Chunxing from hiding it, she would never have guessed the chess move she played in Shangjing.

No matter what Du Chunxing's purpose is, his and Luo Jinnian's lives are the top priority.

Luo Jinnian believes in family affection, but he only believes in himself.

He put away the token, and then ordered: "Go ask a servant to do it."

The private guard got the order and disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.

An hour later.

The private guards threw a comatose old man with a white skirt around his waist and a black hat on his head, at Song Ling's feet like a torn sack.

"Is that why you invited me?" Song Ling lowered his eyes and glanced at the half-kneeling private guard.

"Your servant is missing." The private guard's tone showed no fear, his fingers paralleled into a finger sword, and he tapped on the back of the old man's neck, disappearing on the spot between ups and downs.

Song Ling took out the human skin mask and put it on his face, and sneered from the bottom of his heart, neither humble nor overbearing.

Wu Zuo woke up slowly, clutching the back of his neck, looking around blankly, from left to right, from bottom to top...

After a long while, he said to himself, "I'm dreaming?" But the pain in the back of his neck was real. He was doing an autopsy in Yizhuang, but he suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was here. He didn't think about whether he was tied up. After all, who would tie him up, an unknown old man who didn't have half a copper coin and was covered in dead bodies.

At this time, he heard a gentle voice from above his head: "Old man, I have something to ask you."

Wu Zuo looked up and saw a non-aggressive face, like his own little apprentice, but also like the young man who always cooks more Yangchun noodles for him at the noodle stall next door, with an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Hey, you are very polite, you can ask anything you want, as long as I know the old man, if you ask about reading, I don't know the old man."

"The younger generation once saw a dead body. The whole body became stiff within two hours of death, and the corpse did not stink after being dead for more than twelve hours. Has the old man seen or heard of similar things?"

"Really two hours?"

"The juniors can be sure."

Wu Zuo was shocked and said: "I haven't had a dead body for a day and a night, so you kid are making fun of me! Even the emperor's old man, the body of a real dragon, will stink even after death!"

His eyeballs bulged, he stood up on his feet, raised his head and glared at Song Ling angrily.He thought he was daydreaming, and he spoke and acted very boldly.

"The junior has absolutely no intention of playing tricks on the old man."

Seeing that Song Ling's serious expression did not seem to be fake, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Is he really dead?"

"A sword pierces the heart." Song Ling replied.

"Weird, weird, there is such a strange thing." Wu Zuo kept circling around Song Ling, and after a while he suddenly shouted: "The sword pierced the left chest?"

Song Ling was taken aback for a while, and then replied after a while.

"Left chest."

He leaned close to Song Ling and smiled mysteriously, beckoning Song Ling to bow his head: "There are different people in the world, with a right breast."

Song Ling's pupils suddenly dilated.

Seeing Song Ling's reaction, Wu Zuo rubbed his black hat triumphantly: "But this kind of person is rare in the world, and I have never met it in my whole life. The corpse you mentioned is a novelty, why don't you show it to me?" Wu Zuo His eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands excitedly.

Song Ling struck the back of Wu Zuo's neck with a palm, and said coldly, "Send it back."

If Du Shaoshang really didn't die, then this matter would be interesting.

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