The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Five Chapters Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (17)

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"You and your sister, and me, and then the young master of the Qin family."

Bai You spoke in a gentle and soft tone, like the bright moon reflecting on clear spring water. It was the first bright and pure light after the dawn, and it lingered in the heart like the gentle sound of a piano.

"That little young master, is that Qin Ruiqi?" Dianbai's tone was cold, but the tone was nice. It was not a question, but a statement.

Bai You nodded lightly, and Jinya replied: "When I was a child, I was always close to each other. But it didn't take long. Later, due to family reasons, there was a problem with the operation of the Qin family's company. The young master's father..."

She paused, didn't say any more, and crossed the topic: "After the Qin family's accident, the Qin family disappeared. Later, the family's arrangement, I also went abroad, and what happened after that is unknown. "

"That's it." Ranbai narrowed his eyes, and the cold white fingertips rubbed along the edge of the coffee cup.

Something happened to the Qin family.

Qin Ruiqi.

Soon after the Qin family accident, the Song family was killed.

The timing was perfect.

The two talked about some past events in the cafe, time passed quietly, and the sky was dark.

Bai You lowered her eyes and glanced at the time. She was like a bright moon, clean and bright, and she said, "It's not early, I'll go back first."

After leaving the contact information, the young girl frowned, "There is time to contact."

"Okay." Ranbai got up: "Goodbye."

When Bai You got up, Su Bai's slender fingers caressed the Tianqing cheongsam lightly, with a calm and indifferent temperament, which was cultivated since childhood.

After Ranbai separated from Bai You, he took out his mobile phone, typed a line on the Internet, and pressed the search button.

[The operation problems of the Qin family company 18 years ago]

Unfortunately, the news from the Internet is not the case.

Eighteen years away, many things have been buried in the years, and it is hard to find traces.

I searched for related words on the Internet many times, but I couldn't find a single incident about the Qin family.

News from 18 years ago is really hard to find, and if someone deliberately whitewashes peace.

It is normal to not find it.

Dye Bai took the phone.

It's evening,

The moon is as cool as water, and the wind is rustling.

Dianbai was walking on the street alone, and the shadow was drawn obliquely by the street light.

That feeling came again.

If there is no sound of footsteps.

A pair of eyes hidden in the dark.

Peeping everywhere.

But this time...

Not quite right.

The footsteps were definitely not alone.

Dyeing Bai walked straight ahead.

The character dragon bears a head with a blue nose and a swollen face, and there is a wound on his face that was scratched by a scalpel today. He follows the figure in white from a distance, and there is a flash of fierce resentment in his eyes.

How dare a woman attack him!

He deliberately called a lot of brothers, and he must take good care of this person!

When you see it, can you still be arrogant and solemn.

He sneered with a sneer, and a strong desire flashed in his eyes.

And that young man...

Not one can escape.

"Fuck." Yizilong was thinking about something when he inadvertently bumped into an old man with a hunched back. He clearly looked old and eighty, and his breath was old and rotten, but he didn't expect to knock him back two steps. He cursed in a low voice, his face was ugly, and he just spit out a dirty word to react, and immediately covered his mouth, for fear that it would be found by dyeing white, and it would be bad to perceive something.

The old man was bumped, and he looked like a cleaner with garbage in his hand, but he was wearing a wide hat with his head down, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

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Yizilong's face was very ugly, but he slapped him even though he didn't pay attention, and scolded his voice angrily, "Don't you have eyes! You don't know how to see people when you walk?!"

The old man stood there in silence, never speaking.

Seeing this, Yizilong frowned and said disdainfully: "Still a mute?" He patted himself in disgust, looked at the figure that could no longer be seen in the distance, cursed inwardly, and quickly chased after him.

The dim street lights cast shadows on the road, appearing a bit distorted.

Zilong chased him out for several steps, but he didn't see the person he was looking for. He felt a little anxious in his heart. He inadvertently went around a small alley, and the faint yellow shadow of the street lamp distorted and cast in, and at the end was a piece of dark.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice sounded from above, with a unique magnetic texture, like chanting when reading the Bible, and it melted a bit of icy ruffian.

"Who are you looking for?"

Three words that are half-smile but not smiling.

Fall from above.

Above...

Zilong's body slowly stiffened, his eyelids twitched fiercely, he raised his head in fear, and the next second, his pupils shuddered!

The cold moonlight smashed the light, and the quietness sprinkled on that person, like a god.

He leaned against the wall in such a graceful and upright manner, condescending, very lazy, with a faint air of arrogance and arrogance, cold and evil.

The wind was rustling, and the long black windbreaker seemed to blend into the night. One long leg was slightly bent, and the lines were straight with a hint of lust. The cold and clear fingers were placed on the knees, and there were taps and taps. With a certain sense of rhythm, one after another.

The moonlight shone on the light brown eyes under the golden lenses, and the lining was extraordinarily clear and beautiful.

The dragon's heart skipped a beat, "It's you!"

He never imagined how the store manager of W.R. Fairy Tale would appear here in the middle of the night and lean against the wall arrogantly.

Thinking of the scene in the daytime, Yizilong subconsciously took a half step back, only to feel that this scene was extremely strange, and turned around and rushed out.

The man let out a low laugh.

Leaning against the wall, he said lazily, "What are you running?"

Wei Ran patted his sleeves with his slender fingers, the cufflinks were just right and delicate, he jumped off the wall, his movements yuppie and neat, the black windbreaker slid through the air, and the silver-white chain swayed with the movement. , the bright moonlight hit his cold and white side face, lining the bloody scars, raising a decadent and gloomy aura for no reason, it was the bewitchment of the devil.

He casually played with the small silver-white scalpel in his hand, which reflected a bit of cold light in the night.

He approached slowly, gentlemanly and gracefully.

The night was dark, and the shocking blood flowed quietly along the cracks in the ground, and the people standing there had a kind of blood-colored beauty.

Personable and elegant.

But the thin lips evoked a smile, but it was very arrogant and arrogant.

The light brown eyes shone with shimmering light, and after the moonlight entered it, it instantly became deeper, and there was a playful color of interest in the eyes.

the next day,

It was rainy in midsummer, but it was a sunny day, the sky was very nice, there were no clouds, the sun pierced through the branches and leaves and swayed broken gold.

The staff who just came to a plain and ordinary dessert shop opened the door...

A few seconds passed.

A scream broke out suddenly.

Dyeing Bai was completely bombed by Xu Zelin's life-threatening serial calls.

She resisted the urge to block and went to the scene of the crime with a cold face.