Chapter 1284 Different

The car, which looked extremely solid, flew directly into the sky during the explosion. Flames burned the remaining wreckage of the car. Even in the dark, the thick smoke was still clearly visible.

On Shirley Street, in a building a hundred meters away from the explosion, Webster put down the telescope in his hand.

"Is he really a witcher?"

"Didn't someone fake it?"

Webster said as he handed the telescope to the servant and sat on the sofa.

Webster, who is no longer as strong and energetic as a young man, not only has gray hair, but also has a slightly curved back, and his steps are even more staggering. Even if he carries a cane with him, it is difficult to hide his old appearance. In other words, the appearance of the cane makes Webster It looks more and more old.

"According to the information we gathered, he should be."

"But how could a real witcher..."

the servant answered.

However, the words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

A black shadow appeared silently in the room, blocking the window.

The servants and bodyguards subconsciously wanted to draw their guns, but Webster raised his hand to stop them.

"Stop."

"Go and serve our guests a cup of hot tea."

Webster looked at the black shadow in front of him and ordered. After finishing speaking, the old man seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the black shadow again and asked: "Is hot tea okay? Or do you need alcohol or other drinks?"

"Just hot tea."

Kieran said calmly.

"Please take a seat."

Webster bowed in motion.

Qin Ran nodded and sat down on the sofa.

While the hot tea was being served, both parties looked at each other.

There was curiosity and hesitation in Webster's eyes.

Qin Ran's gaze was flat and unwavering.

"Hello, Your Excellency D."

"First meeting, I'm Webster."

"I heard... you have a new perspective on Quick's death?"

Webster started the conversation in a businessman's way, and after a short pause, he got down to business.

"A new perspective?"

"So, can you tell me what the old opinion is?"

Qin Ran didn't answer, but asked instead.

"The old view... and I hate to mention the old view, if I may, is that my son died of a heart attack and that some large embolus blocked his blood vessel and left him in a state of indigestion. , young and full of vitality, he lost his life."

Webster took a deep breath, and there was so much anger hidden in his seemingly calm tone that his tone even trembled.

"Heart disease."

Qin Ran said slowly.

Then, it fell into silence again.

Webster also said nothing, as if waiting for Kieran's answer.

But when the hot tea came, Qin Ran didn't intend to speak. Instead, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea.

The tea is a very traditional black tea, which is roughly made by putting three kinds of black tea leaves together, adding cherries, passion fruit and mint, as well as the indispensable lemon juice.

The craftsmanship is good.

Of course, compared with the mimosa, it is not a little bit worse.

"Want a snack?"

"My chef is good at pastries."

Webster seemed to have forgotten the waiting, and asked with a smile after seeing Kieran pick up the teacup.

"OK, thanks."

Qin Ran did not refuse, but thanked politely.

Soon, the snacks were served.

The style is similar to the combination of cookies and blueberries, but the taste is much softer.

"As I get older, not only can I not drink alcohol, my teeth also do not allow me to eat more hard things. Even the nuts that I liked to eat when I was young can only be drunk as tea. The taste is really..." Webster shook his head as he spoke. It was obvious that the nut tea brewed was not delicious. Then, a touch of sadness appeared in the old man's eyes. He continued: "But how can such a taste be compared to Is it as painful as the loss of Quick?"

"Quick, the only successor I'm optimistic about."

"He should have had a bigger stage to showcase his talents, but he died in the courtyard of his home for no apparent reason."

"Do you know what it was like when I received the news?"

"I feel like my whole body is going to be crushed!"

"And now the only reason I'm still alive is to find out who killed Quick, and then, I'm going to tear that guy into pieces!"

As Webster said, he gritted his teeth and clenched his palm on the armrest of the sofa.

"Your Excellency D, please tell me who the murderer who killed my son is!"

"I will give you everything I have."

"The Webster family has lost Quick, and will eventually fall in the hands of the remaining guys. Rather than reaching that point, it is better to give you as a reward for avenging Quick."

Webster raised his head and looked at Qin Ran expectantly, hoping that he would give him an answer.

But Qin Ran shook his head.

"I never said I knew who killed your son."

Qin Ran said this.

"Then you invite me here..."

Webster narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp, like a knife, staring closely at Qin Ran.

"I'm just here to tell you the cause of your son's death."

"I can tell you very clearly that your son did not die of a heart attack."

"Even if it looks like a heart attack."

"But that's what it looks like."

Kieran ignored the look at all, he spoke at his own pace, and the moment he finished speaking, Kieran stood up.

He took a step back and disappeared into the shadows, with only a faint voice still echoing in the room.

"Thank you for the tea and refreshments."

…

Kieran walked along the shadows.

The high-level evil spirit that reappeared looked at his contractor in confusion.

It didn't understand why its contractor let go of such a good opportunity just now.

An old man suffering from the pain of losing a child would not be a good helper, but if the old man had considerable wealth and connections, that would be another matter.

It may not be able to reach the exaggerated level of being able to cover the sky with one hand in Aideshi, but it is definitely a rare help to its contractors.

Why give up?

This question kept echoing in the mind of the high-level evil spirit.

"Because I don't believe him."

Suddenly, Qin Ran, who was advancing, stopped and answered.

The high-level evil spirit was stunned and looked at his contractor in surprise.

It couldn't believe that its contractor would answer its question.

Could it be that he looked at it differently?

Involuntarily, the high-level evil spirit looked at Qin Ran expectantly.

"I'm not telling you because I look at you differently. I just don't want the questions in your mind to keep ringing in my heart and affect my thinking."

"As for why I don't believe him and want to meet him, it's because he is different."

Under the expectant eyes of the high-level evil spirits, Qin Ran said coldly and moved on.

The high-level evil spirit stood there blankly, looking at Qin Ran's retreating figure. The night wind blew slightly, and it subconsciously tightened its clothes.

Because, it suddenly felt so tired and cold.

However, immediately, the high-level evil spirits were once again shrouded in new questions.

different?

What's different about that guy?