The car, which looked extremely solid, flew straight into the sky in the explosion, and the flames burned the remaining wreckage of the car. Even in the dark night, the thick smoke was still clearly visible.
On Shirley Street, in a building a hundred meters away from the explosion, Webster put down his binoculars.
"Is he really a witcher?"
"Didn't someone fake it?"
Webster said and handed the binoculars to the servant, while he sat down 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 bent back, and even staggers on his feet. Even if he carries a cane with him, he can't hide his old age. It looks more and more old.
"Based on the information we've gathered, he should be."
"But how could a real witcher..."
the servant answered.
However, before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly.
A black shadow silently appeared 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 gave orders. After finishing speaking, the old man seemed to think of something, looked at the black shadow again, and asked, "Is hot tea okay? Or do you need other drinks such as alcohol?"
"Hot tea is fine."
Qin Ran said calmly.
"Please sit down."
Webster bowed in motion.
Qin Ran nodded and sat down on the sofa.
During the time when the hot tea was served, the two sides 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 view on Quick's death?"
Webster exchanged pleasantries in a businessman's manner, and, after a short pause, got down to business.
"A new perspective?"
"So, can you tell me what the old view is?"
Qin Ran didn't answer, but asked instead.
"The old idea... If I may, I would hate to bring up the so-called old idea that my son died of a heart attack, and that some larger emboli blocked his blood vessels, leaving him in a healthy, When I was young and full of vitality, I lost my own life."
Webster took a deep breath. In his seemingly flat tone, there was endless anger hidden, so much so that his voice trembled a little.
"Heart attack."
Qin Ran said slowly.
Then, it fell into silence again.
Webster also didn't speak, as if he was 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. It is roughly brewed by piecing together three kinds of black tea leaves, adding cherries, passion fruit and mint, and the indispensable lemon juice.
Good workmanship.
Of course, compared with the mimosa, it is not a little bit worse.
"Need some refreshments?"
"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 no longer drink alcohol, but my teeth don't allow me to eat more hard things. Even the nuts I liked to eat when I was young, I can only drink tea now. The taste is really..." Weber Ster shook his head as he spoke, obviously the nut tea brewed was not tasty, and then, a slight sadness appeared in the eyes of the old man, and he continued: "How can such a taste be compared with What about my pain of losing Quick?"
"Quick, the only successor I'm optimistic about."
"He should have had a bigger stage to showcase his talent, 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'm willing to give you everything I have."
"The Webster family has lost Quick, and will eventually fall in the hands of the remaining guys. Instead of reaching that point, it might as well give you as a reward for revenge for 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 so.
"Then you asked me to come here..."
Webster narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp, like a knife, staring closely at Qin Ran.
"I just came 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 a lot like a heart attack."
"But that's what it looks like."
Qin Ran didn't pay any attention to such gazes, he spoke at his own pace, and the moment he finished speaking, Qin Ran stood up.
He took a step back, and the whole person disappeared into the shadows, only a faint voice still echoed in the room.
"Thank you for the black tea and refreshments."
…
Qin Ran walked along the shadows.
The high-level evil spirit that appeared again looked at his contractor in confusion.
It doesn't understand why its contractor should let go of such a good opportunity just now.
An old man who is suffering from the loss of a child will not be a good helper, but if the old man has considerable wealth and connections, it is another matter.
It may not be possible to reach the exaggerated level of covering the sky with one hand in eds, but it is definitely a rare help for his contractors.
Why would you give up
This question kept reverberating in the mind of the higher evil spirit.
"Because I don't trust him."
Suddenly, Qin Ran, who was advancing, stopped and answered.
The high-level evil spirit was taken aback, and looked at its 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-ranking evil spirit looked expectantly at Qin Ran.
"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 still meet him, it's because of his difference."
Under the expectant eyes of the high-ranking evil spirit, Qin Ran continued to move forward after speaking coldly.
The high-ranking evil spirit froze in place, looking at Qin Ran's retreating figure. The night wind blew slightly, and it subconsciously tightened its clothes.
Because, it suddenly felt very tired and cold.
However, immediately, the higher evil spirits were again shrouded in new doubts.
different
What's different about that guy