Chapter 718 Someone in the Mu Family Is Still Alive

Chapter 718 Someone in the Mu family is still alive

Li Qiao looked at him without blinking, her frank eyes seemed to be able to hit the depths of his soul, "Since you are not Jing Yifeng, why do you live here with his name?"

The middle-aged man leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were slightly sarcastic, "Are you asking knowingly?"

Li Qiao frowned, the prelude to running out of patience.

The appearance of the Jing family in Tongliang County was very strange, and even the records of the sixth round were incomplete. Who could instruct all this behind the scenes?

Not long after, the middle-aged man walked to the sofa and sat down very slowly, looking at Li Qiao, "Didn't the Mu family ask you to come?"

Li Qiao looked sideways at him, her dark eyes sparkled, "The Mu family?"

"You... don't know?" The middle-aged man was shocked, and his hands that were also covered with scars pressed his knees tightly, "If not, how did you find it?"

Li Qiao said concisely, "Some people say that you are Jing Yifeng."

"Hehe." The man's hoarse vocal cords made a terrible sound of breaking wind, and he shook his head and looked at the ground, "It's a pity that I'm not, but I'm much luckier than him."

Li Qiao looked at the other party expressionlessly, "Can you tell me?"

The middle-aged man raised his head extremely slowly, his red eyes mixed with countless emotions, "What do you want to hear? Do you want to hear who saved me, or how did the Jing family die?"

His tone seemed to be declarative, but also vaguely threatening.

Li Qiao slightly raised her eyebrows, "It's all fine."

Since she is here, she must know the cause and effect.

If he is not Jing Yifeng, who is he?

For half a minute, the two looked at each other in silence.

The middle-aged man saw Li Qiao's persistence, and he pointed to the old round leather chair for her to sit down.

Soon, Li Qiao understood the ins and outs from his mouth.

He is indeed not Jing Yifeng, but a cousin of a relative who was raised in Jing's family since childhood.

More than 20 years ago, on the night when the Mu family had an accident, the two elders of the Jing family were so anxious that they left overnight to go to Pama.

Unexpectedly, there was a car accident on the way to the airport, and he was already dead when he was sent to the hospital.

At this time, the middle-aged man's chapped lips kept trembling, his breath was breathy, and he looked at Li Qiao and asked, "Do you know why uncle and aunt must rush to Pama?"

Li Qiao shook her head lightly, the other party closed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Because Jing Yifeng was also at Pamamu's house on the night of the accident. The two elders only have these two children. Originally, Yifeng learned that his sister was depressed after giving birth, and deliberately I went to Mu's house to visit, but I never came back."

This past event was stained with too many tragic colors.

Li Qiao could even see the pain in the memory from the man's eyes.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The surrounding is quiet, only the gasp from the throat of the middle-aged man can be heard.

After a while, she looked at her fingertips and asked softly, "Why did the Jing family go bankrupt?"

"Where is bankruptcy. The two elders died suddenly, and the Jing family's ancestral house caught fire overnight, and everything that should have been lost was gone."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and his eyes were full of confusion and melancholy.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, and finally understood why she felt conflicted when she saw the Jing family and the translation documents.

Jing Yilan's information was erased from the Jing family's information.

At the same time, someone used the illusion of bankruptcy to cover up the truth about the disappearance of the Jing family.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and lowered her voice a few degrees, "Why do you say that the Mu family asked me to come?"

The middle-aged man licked the dry corner of his mouth, and said word by word, "The Mu family has a total of eighty-nine people."

Li Qiao nodded slightly.

Back then, she had read the files of the Mu family in the file room of the police station. There were eighty-nine people recorded in the records of the main family, collaterals, confidantes and servants, all of whom died tragically.

The middle-aged man didn't speak any more, but made a strange sound with a half-smile.

In a blink of an eye, Li Qiao looked at him suddenly, with doubts in her eyes: "Jing Yifeng?"

"That's right." The man sighed heavily, "Jing Yifeng died in Mu's family. But his name was not listed in the list of the deceased in the newspaper. Who do you think he died for? Not from the Mu family, but from the Mu family." Who rescued me from the Jingjia fire and sent me here? My ancestral home is Tongliang County..."

The middle-aged man stood up with difficulty on his knees and moved to the yellow table in the corner.

The table was covered with transparent glass, and under it was an old photo the size of a palm. He touched it with his fingers and murmured: "After so many years, I finally said it."

Li Qiao walked slowly to his side and looked down.

It was a group photo with burnt marks, two kind-faced elderly people were sitting in the front row, Jing Yilan and two other handsome men were standing behind them.

One of them is the middle-aged man in front of him.

When he was young, he was slightly similar to Jing Yifeng, with almost the same cheek profile and height.

Suddenly learning that someone in Mu's family might be alive, Li Qiao felt mixed feelings.

She couldn't help wondering if it was the Mu family who revealed the information to Achang.

Later, Li Qiao chatted with the middle-aged man for another half an hour, and learned more inside stories from him.

Before leaving, the man turned his back to Li Qiao, and when he heard the door open, he said in a low voice, "Son, don't come again, I'll tell you everything I know. If you want to find out the truth, you have to find a way to find out the truth." For those who are not on the list, maybe everything will be revealed."

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Outside the door, Li Qiao took two steps forward, glanced at A Chang from the corner of her eye, and suddenly a person appeared in her mind.

She swallowed her throat and looked back at the barber shop. Inside the old lattice window was the hunchbacked and silent figure.

He said that he was a cousin who grew up in Jing's family, named Xiao Dingshan.

He said that besides the murderer, he was the only person who knew the inside story of the Mu family and the Jing family.

The other, presumably the one who rescued him from the flames.

Li Qiao took a deep breath, looked away, and walked towards the off-road vehicle.

A Chang opened the car door for her. Li Qiao looked at the car seat and asked inexplicably, "With your computer skills, why can't you find the source of the news?"

"Miss Seven, because the other party is using...the IP address of a poor kiln."

Achang struggled with this sentence for a long time before choosing to say it.

Li Qiao bent down and got into the carriage, looked at the barber shop again, and ordered softly: "Ask Ajie to send some people over, and don't let him have any accidents."

A Chang sat in the co-pilot and responded. He started the engine and said hesitantly: "Miss Seven, no one will betray you in the poor village, they..."

"This is not betrayal." Li Qiao leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, her tone was extraordinarily cold, "Someone is arranging me."

If what Xiao Dingshan said is true, then the number of dead people in the Mu family was indeed reduced by one.

At this time, Achang looked at Li Qiao with a vague gaze, and seeing that she didn't want to say more, he pursed his lips and started the car to leave Tongliang County.

As she moved away from this small town in the mountains, Li Qiao asked quietly, "Is teacher okay?"