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"I..." Mu Chutong was frightened by his uncle's sudden anger, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "I... I just don't want to wrong anyone. If you take a step back, even if it's a real marriage It is related to Yongzhen, and she died tragically afterwards, so it can be regarded as her retribution..."

"Retribution?" Murong sneered, "It can be counted!"

Mu Chutong's face changed suddenly, and he said, "What do you mean...you...couldn't have anything to do with her death?"

Mu Rong's face changed slightly, but he quickly adjusted: "I'm a policeman."

"Yes, yes." Mu Chutong also felt that the speculation that suddenly came to his mind just now was too unreasonable, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..."

Mu Rong didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so he asked sharply: "So you plan to marry the son of a mother-killing enemy, a vicious gangster?"

If you say that Jiuman is a vicious person, then it is really not wronged him.

But Mu Chutong remembered the childish Jiuman with his hot forehead last night.Mu Chutong took a breath, puffed himself up, straightened his back, and said, "I think it's too arbitrary to designate Fang Yongzhen as the murderer based on that bit of evidence. What's more, you still want to It would be even more unfair to place the blame on Jiu Man."

Murong was furious: "Are you crazy? That's your mother!"

Seeing that Mu Rong was in a rage, Mu Chutong didn't say anything more.

Murong calmed down, sneered, and said, "Do you really think Jiuman is innocent? Do you think he doesn't know anything?"

"What do you mean?" Mu Chutong's face became serious.

Mu Rong said: "My sister died in a car accident. The driver who caused the accident was anonymous. Someone must have protected him. I spent a lot of effort and finally found him three years ago. He told me that it was Fang Yongzhen's family. Money asked him to do it."

Mu Chutong was startled, then shook his head: "Then why didn't you tell me about it in the cemetery?"

"Because there is no physical evidence. There is no basis for my words. If you were not so obsessed, I would not say it lightly." Mu Rong looked at Mu Chutong coldly, "I know, you may not believe me when I say so empty words now. But I I still want to tell you that after I learned the truth, I let the driver go. But the driver was killed within two days—do you know who did it?"

Mu Chutong's back felt cold: "You don't want to call it Jiuman, do you?"

"Yes." Murong said.

Mu Chutong shook his head: "No, you have no evidence."

"This is the information I got from my informant." Murong said, "There is evidence, but I want to keep my informant secret, so I can't show it to you. Of course, you don't have to believe it. But it should be said, I'm still going to say it."

Mu Chutong actually believed Mu Rong a little bit.

Mu Rong who couldn't produce any evidence.

The hatred and firmness in Murong's eyes.

Too many things have happened in the past few days, and Mu Chutong has a headache.

He returned to the hotel suite and still took out the old photo.

The mother who looked at the camera with a smile was so beautiful and tender, with spring breeze on her brows and eyes.

The door opened suddenly.

Mu Chutong was startled when his meditation was interrupted, and the photo in his hand floated to the ground.

Jiuman entered the door, looked at the dumbfounded Mu Chutong and smiled, then picked up the photo that had fallen on the floor.When Jiuman looked at the photo, his brows were suddenly locked: "This is..."

"This is..." Mu Chutong paused and said, "My uncle gave it to me."

Jiuman nodded, smiled, and said, "The photos are pretty good."

Mu Chutong looked at Jiuman carefully.

Jiuman also looked at Mu Chutong and said, "Have you met your uncle today? What did he say to you? Did you have a pleasant conversation?"

Jiuman's tone was frank and his expression was natural. If he wasn't too good at acting, then he really had a clear conscience.This made Mu Chutong more confident.The balance in his heart is still more inclined to Jiuman.

"He said..." Mu Chutong pointed to the child in the photo, "This is you."

Jiuman was slightly surprised: "Really?"

Mu Chutong was also a little surprised: "You don't know either?"

"No, I know it's me." Jiuman said with a smile, "but I don't know he knows."

After finishing speaking, Jiuman sat down beside Mu Chutong: "This is me, that's right."

Mu Chutong frowned: "Then why didn't you tell me that we knew each other before?"

"Don't you all remember?" Jiuman said, "Besides, I don't really want to mention the past."

As he said that, Jiu Man felt a little hurt and sad.

"I understand." Mu Chutong nodded.Mu Yu's death was vague to Mu Chutong.Because of the lack of memory, feelings seem to have passed.But Fang Yongzhen's death must have been a very heavy blow to Jiuman.

Those who remember are the most painful.

So I would rather not remember.

Mu Chutong didn't remember, Jiuman just pretended not to remember.

Mu Chutong looked at Mu Yu in the photo and said, "Mom looked very happy at the time."

"Yes." Jiuman said, "Auntie said that her time in Wenfu was the happiest for her."

Mu Chutong looked at the photo and said, "Who took the photo?"

"It's my mother." Quite interested, Jiuman found a scanned copy of Fang Yongzhen's old photo from his phone.

Mu Chutong finally met the enemy that Mu Rong said.Fang Yongzhen is quite different from the ordinary lady Mu Chutong imagined. In the photo, Fang Yongzhen has short hair and trousers, with a cigarette in his hand, firm eyes, and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

But thinking that this is a woman who has raised a man for a long time, one can imagine.

Mu Chutong looked carefully and said, "What's in the corner of the photo?"

"It's an inscription." Jiuman zoomed in on that corner manually, "'If you don't understand the high mountains, you can leave the bell, and the flowing water can swallow Boya'."

Mu Chutong had a thoughtful look on his face.

Jiuman seemed to want to say something, but he heard a knock on the door.The door opened, and it was Ma Xue.

Ma Xue's expression was not good, and she said in a low voice, "Brother Jiuman, I have something important to do."

Jiu Man walked away with Ma Xue.

Mu Chutong always felt a little uneasy. After a while, Jiuman came back.Jiuman's face also became the same as Ma Xue's just now, very disturbing.

"What's wrong?" Mu Chutong asked.

Jiu Man hesitated to speak, as if he was considering whether he should tell the truth.

Mu Chutong sighed and said, "I shouldn't know?"

"There's nothing you shouldn't know." Jiuman sat down beside Mu Chutong, thought for a while, and said, "What did your uncle say to you today?"

Mu Chutong frowned: "What happened?"

Jiuman rubbed his hands together, and remained silent for half a minute, as if he was organizing his words, and seemed to be considering whether he should really tell the truth.

After half a minute, Jiuman said: "Today, a batch of congratulatory gifts arrived. Although he had gone through the security check, Ma Xue still had someone double check—fortunately he did so. When scanning, he found that there was powder in the gift box. Ma Xue kept more After careful consideration, I just took it for testing and found that it is a new type of bacteria called "Charcoal bacteria". It can cause diseases through skin contact and even respiratory system. The amount of carbon bacteria contained in that gift is enough to kill a cow .”

"What!" Mu Chutong was taken aback, "Someone wants to kill you!"

"Yes." Jiuman patted his head, "This is from the gift from Shixian."

"Master?" Mu Chutong was shocked, "Why did he do this?"

Jiuman nodded: "I also don't think this is like him. Ma Xue kept an eye out and contacted Shixian, who also denied it. So both sides checked together and found that all the congratulatory gifts sent have passed the security check. Yes The hands and feet of the security checkers."

"..." Mu Chutong was silent for a while, "Uncle?"

Jiuman nodded emphatically: "Very likely. The manipulator has a lot to do with him."

A fear arose in Mu Chutong's heart.

"Do you know why he did this?" Jiuman's face was serious, "It's not just because he objects to this marriage, right?"

Mu Chutong raised his eyes, summoned up his courage and said, "He thinks my mother's death...is related to your mother."

Jiuman said decisively: "Ridiculous! This is impossible!"

"You were so young at that time," Mu Chutong said, "Could it be that you didn't know anything?"

"I'm not young anymore," Jiuman said, "I clearly remember that the two of them are as close as sisters. And I know best who my mother is. She wouldn't do this kind of thing."

Mu Chutong frowned: "Then...why did you kill the driver who hit and killed my mother?"

"He also knows about this?" Jiuman was quite shocked.

"Um."

Jiuman sighed: "This is my mother's last wish."

"What?" Mu Chutong was quite surprised.

Jiuman said: "I told you, my mother and your mother have a very good relationship. After your mother died, my mother was very depressed. In addition, I also like my aunt, so I also hate the driver who caused the accident. Later, when I learned of the whereabouts of the driver who caused the accident, I solved him." As he spoke, Jiuman picked up the glass, poured a glass of wine, and said, "But now it seems that I didn't know his whereabouts 'accidentally'." Yes. Someone deliberately let me know and tricked me into killing him, so as to deepen Mu Rong's suspicion."

It seemed that there was a black vortex suddenly, which made Mu Chutong feel more and more fearful and uneasy.

"But even so, shouldn't Murong kill you suddenly?" Jiuman murmured, "Is there anything else that I don't know about?"

Mu Chutong stood up and said, "I've had enough of these suspicions. I'm going to ask him directly!"

Jiuman also stood up, and pressed Mu Chutong's shoulder: "No."

"Why not?" Mu Chutong stiffened up in front of Jiuman for the first time, "I understand that guessing like this will only make the misunderstanding bigger and bigger. Only by opening the skylight and telling the truth can we get the truth!"

Looking at Mu Chutong's firm face, Jiuman smiled, "Thank you."

Mu Chutong was startled: "What?"

Jiuman stroked Mu Chutong's upright eyebrows. It was a rarely seen look on Mu Chutong's face, who had always kept his eyebrows low and pleasing to the eye: "Thank you, little coward, for bolding me up."

Hearing this, Mu Chutong's anger faded away, only embarrassment.

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This charcoal fungus is my fictional "Dream" and it was also fabricated by country C, without a prototype