The driver and the two bodyguards in the passenger seat also came down.
The three bodyguards all ran to a convenience store not far from the parking lot, about ten seconds away, found a table facing the outside of the street, and sat down.
"Shall we be so far away from Miss?" One person couldn't help asking curiously.
The only lady left in the car... oh, and Master Qiu.
"Do you think Young Master Qiu will hurt Miss?" The companion asked angrily. The people in the car are all the successors who are likely to take over the Song family in the future.
"Isn't that... Or is it good to hurt in another sense?" The man said with a chuckle, "I reckon the old man would be very happy to see Young Master Qiu take Miss's blood."
"Get lost." The person behind slapped this man on the back of the head, "When did you come to discuss the matter of the young lady and the young master! Clean up and eat, go outside to guard! Although it is said that it is in the Outside the police station, but we can't relax!"
"Hmm... make rice." The bodyguard swallowed, and finally chose to ask the clerk for a cup of instant noodles.
To be honest, although many people in Songjia Village are of Chinese descent, or are descendants of Chinese descent, their food since they were young has always tasted like that of South America. of a certain food.
Instant noodles are different. The export of this product to foreign countries is crazy.
The Song family has a village-trained mercenary behind their backs, and they secretly do many dangerous missions on weekdays. Some Song family fighters inevitably fail in their actions and are imprisoned by the violent attack agencies in some places. It is said that in the prison, soak Noodles are still a hard currency in circulation, alongside cigarettes and scented soaps.
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In the backseat of Elfa, Song Ying is biting the rice in small mouthfuls. It is hard to see that Ms. Song is eating like a lady, as if she is eating a meal carefully prepared by a three-star Michelin chef, but just a few mouthfuls Miss Song couldn't eat a third of a piece of rice that could be finished in a few minutes.
"Aren't you used to it?"
"No, I... I was just thinking about something." Song Ying shook her head, put the words aside, looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Today, my people discovered that Gao Wen and Zhou Yusheng had both been to your father's tomb before and after. .”
Luo Qiu frowned.
Song Ying hurriedly said: "My people are very careful, they didn't destroy Uncle Rocky's tomb, don't worry! I also asked people to donate money to the management office, so that they have to clean it every morning and evening!"
"I have a heart." Luo Qiu smiled slightly.
Song Ying said: "Your father, after all, is also from the Song family, and also my uncle. I do what I should do... By the way, your family doesn't live here, does it? Did you drop by or something... You are also here to investigate Zhou Yusheng?"
How could it be possible to drop by? Song Ying calmed down and thought about it carefully, and she probably understood the purpose of Luo Qiu's presence here... But this dead guy still has a bit of conscience, knowing to buy something to eat, heh heh!
"Investigation can't be considered." Luo Qiu shook his head slightly, "It's just that there are some people who need to meet, and they still need to meet after all."
Luo Qiu's mood seemed a little depressed. After saying this, he looked towards the gate of the police station outside the car window.
Song Ying hesitated for a moment, and suddenly her eyes sparkled and she asked, "Luo Qiu, I want to ask you something."
"Just ask."
Song Ying moved her body and moved closer, "I said hypothetically... suppose the real murderer behind the scenes is caught, what are you going to do?"
Luo Qiu withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at Song Ying... They were very close, because the other party moved away, the two of them were only a finger away, and their eyes met.
Song Ying only felt a rush of hot air covering her face suddenly from the inside out, but she didn't move and didn't plan to retreat, "With the ability of my Song family, even if you want to shoot this murderer on the spot If you jumped, we can also guarantee that you will be fine, and the next day will be as usual... So, what do you think?"
"That's right, what should I think." Luo Qiu said in a low voice, "In terms of qualifications, I have the qualifications."
Song Ying was stunned... Qualification
This dead guy, is he too calm
"You... don't you want revenge?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.
Luo Qiu shook his head, and said quietly: "For me, some things, if they are completed, they will be missing... However, if it really needs to be less, I will still make it less."
Song Ying looked at Luo Qiu suspiciously, and suddenly made a move that surprised her and didn't regret it very much. She suddenly opened her hands and hugged Luo Qiu's head tightly.
Boss Luo was quite astonished at the moment, until he was completely close to the soft place on the opponent's chest, and he could hear the gradually accelerating heartbeat of the opponent.
Song Ying could only feel the waves of heat on her face, "It must be very uncomfortable... Obviously the enemy is right in front of me. When I was a child, when my parents died in front of my eyes, I also felt this kind of discomfort. I clearly knew the murderer Who is it, but I am very small, really small, let alone revenge, even if I just kill a chicken. I don’t even dare to let my grandpa feel that I am in pain. I can only use smiles and innocence to package myself... I I'm afraid they will feel even more sad because of me. I... I understand, but you don't have to pretend to be strong all the time... If it's really uncomfortable, it's okay, I won't laugh at you. "
The carriage suddenly became quiet... After Song Ying finished speaking, she could hear her own heartbeat clearly.
It's just that Luo Qiu didn't speak.
She held him like this.
"Hey... hello? Would you like to say something?" Song Ying softly cried twice in some discomfort because her nose touched the other's hair and it was itchy.
This guy... shouldn't he be asleep
What kind of plot is this... there is a certain degree of idiot, right? When you came here, you were still full of energy, you think you are the male lead of a girl manga! !
Grandma's waist...
She kept complaining in her heart, but Song Ying wanted to push this guy away from her arms, but she couldn't bear to think about it... Maybe it was just like when she was a child, only when no one was around, would she show her dripping and painful emotions
Go to sleep, go to sleep, if you really fell asleep, I will recognize you too!
Song Ying raised her head, exhaled slowly, she must be about to sneeze with her head down...
It's just that when she looked at the roof of the car, her eyes gradually blurred, and some strange scenes flashed like flashes of light.
She saw a bustling city, the level of bustling even surpassed all the international metropolises in the world. Buildings with hundreds of floors can be seen everywhere, and vehicles suspended in the sky are criss-crossing.
flashed by.
She saw the land where the flames of war spread again, as if she had returned to the era of sixty or seventy years ago.
Another flash.
The sky is gloomy, countless huge factories emit thick smoke, and the world seems to be stained with a layer of gray. People lower their heads and walk in an orderly manner, without a trace of deviation, without saying a word, the world is moving, the world It is also quiet.
Suddenly, a ferocious monster jumped over the tens of meters high wall, swooped down from above, and rushed towards Song Ying. It opened its bloody mouth, which was the scariest thing she had ever seen.
Song Ying subconsciously exclaimed, feeling cold all over her body... Finally, she saw the beige leather on the roof.
Luo Qiu opened his eyes for a moment... Dimension.
At the same time, those flashing things just disappeared before Song Ying's eyes... as if something pulled her back, she lowered her head subconsciously, and what she saw were Luo Qiu's peaceful eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.
Luo Qiu said: "You suddenly screamed."
Song Ying frowned, only feeling a dizzy feeling in her brain, and even a faint pain... She shook her head, "Maybe she was distracted, her mind was suddenly in a mess, and she saw some strange things ... Nothing, probably lack of sleep."
Luo Qiu pondered, stared at Song Ying seriously, and said, "Have you ever encountered such a situation before?"
This made Song Ying lower her head subconsciously, "I don't remember...it seems not."
It seems to be quite concerned...
"Then rest more." Luo Qiu nodded, "Let's leave this kind of monitoring to professional people."
"Let me watch." Song Ying nodded.
"It's getting late, I'll go back first." Luo Qiu said hello at this moment, got out of the car, and looked at Song Ying before leaving, "Thank you for letting me sleep peacefully."
"Take it as repaying it to you!" Song Ying said indifferently, "Didn't you sleep with me last time? One time per person, it's even!"
Luo Qiu smiled, "The perfume smells good."
The corners of Ms. Song's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a little smile... After that, Ms. Ying lay on the front driver's seat, looked at Rocky who was receding in front of the windshield, and murmured: "This dead man's head is also praised. …”
"Miss, Master Qiu is gone?" The bodyguard dared to come back only now.
Song Ying said angrily: "You are blind, can't you see?"
The bodyguards looked at the other bodyguards, and the other bodyguards looked at the third bodyguard... Look and don't speak.
"By the way, find me the nearest beauty salon, and I'll find someone to give you a massage..." Song Ying sat down while supporting her waist, "I'm exhausted...my waist."
The bodyguard looked at another bodyguard, and the other bodyguard looked at the third bodyguard, and then his throat groaned.
Exhausted
Waist... Is your waist tired? !
So young master Qiu is so fierce... Da, came on the street
"Understood!" The bodyguard nodded quickly, "Miss, you have worked hard!"
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In the dark alley, two men in black suits and suitcases ushered in: Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao.
Liu Minghao himself is a bit of a clean freak, ever since he walked into this alley, he has been covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. As for Wei Zidao, a cordon was pulled up at the entrance of the alley at this moment.
"Brother Hao, stop the front and back, no one should break in." Wei Zidao walked back quickly.
Liu Minghao looked at the ground, "Qian Er, the place where he was beaten should be here...let's start working."
Wei Zidao nodded, and began to take out some bottles, jars, and a bronze mirror from the suitcase.
Someone once thought that if they could go back to the scene of the murder, they would be able to directly see the perpetrator and the process of the murder. In this way, many unsolved cases could be effectively solved, and there would even be no unjust, false or wrongly decided cases.
But that's just a false assumption... how can you go back in time
According to the theory of relativity, as long as you are faster than light... At present, it is still wishful thinking.
Having said that, it does not hinder people's imagination of building the future Human beings are indeed the most imaginative and creative species in the world, especially after being exposed to Taoism, a strange way of using energy.
The Authority has developed another means of tracing.
At this moment, Wei Zidao sprinkled the contents of the bottle all around, then sat cross-legged on the ground, cut his finger with a knife, and dripped three drops of blood on the bronze mirror.
The blood was quickly absorbed by the bronze mirror... The bronze mirror suddenly turned into a piece of pure black.
Liu Minghao didn't stay idle at the moment, but walked behind Wei Zidao, holding his palm against it.
Wei Zidao's eyes were tightly closed at this time, and the bronze mirror held by both hands began to vibrate slightly... only a little light suddenly appeared on the pure black mirror.
There is no bright spot, just a small point... After that, the second bright spot appears, but it is at another place on the mirror surface.
A little bit of bright spots began to appear, and they were randomly distributed in different positions of the copper mirror. The closer to the center, the brighter, while the edges were dim.
After that, Wei Zidao slowly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his head was sweating profusely, "Brother Hao, it's... There are fifty-nine to different breaths in total, and they passed this alley in the past few days."
Liu Minghao nodded, "To be precise, we only need to investigate fifty-four auras."
Wei Zidao nodded, which naturally included Qian Er and Chang Xiao.
"Fifty-four people." Liu Minghao muttered at this moment: "Although there are a little more, it's still much better than looking for a needle in a haystack... Let's start with this."
At the alley, the iron gate slowly opened, and a young man dressed as a waiter came out carrying two bags of garbage. If anyone is the easiest to come to this place, it is naturally the staff of the bar next door.
Seeing this, Wei Zidao got up straight away.
Liu Minghao smiled slightly at this time and said, "You should take a rest, I also understand hypnotism."
"What do you want to do?" The waiter at the bar couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he saw the two men walking towards him, but before he could react further, he felt his vision go dark and he lost consciousness...
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When the elevator door opened, there happened to be a trendy man standing outside the door... Zhou Yusheng frowned and took a look, it was his neighbor.
This man should be planning to go out, but he didn't go out until almost eleven o'clock in the evening, probably not going to any serious place...
"Uh... Hello, Police Officer Zhou." The man greeted quickly, then walked into the elevator with his head down, looking a little scared.
Zhou Yusheng nodded briefly and walked out of the elevator.
The man pressed the elevator button, and suddenly said: "Officer Zhou... Are you okay? Are you at home these days?"
"It's nothing." Zhou Yusheng said indifferently: "A cabinet at home is broken. I'll take it down and fix it. I didn't disturb you."
"No...no." The man nodded.
Repair the cabinet? Ghosts believe it... I don't know that this guy doesn't go home on weekdays, and when he gets home, he makes a bang sound. I don't know what the hell he is doing.
However, Zhou Yusheng used to often come back drunk, and when he got home, he would quarrel with his wife, would he do anything, and break things at home... As a neighbor, it is no surprise.
It's just that in the past three or two years since I came here, it seems that a similar situation hasn't happened for a long time, and Zhou Yusheng doesn't go home every day or two... On the contrary, his wife and son haven't come back for a long time.
Later, I heard that his wife moved out with her son, and it seemed that he had divorced or something.
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After opening the door and turning on the light at home, Zhou Yusheng pinched his eyebrows... What he saw was the chaotic living room.
It fell to the ground, the coffee table that had been broken, the TV also fell to the ground, the sofa even leaned to one side, and there were fallen things everywhere.
Zhou Yusheng closed the door, sighed, walked in, picked up an ornament on the ground, and seemed to want to put it somewhere, but seeing... there was no place to put it, so he threw it back casually on the ground.
He covered his face with his hands, wiped it vigorously, then turned off the light, walked to the sofa, sat down, raised his head, and closed his eyes.
The room was eerily silent.
In the darkness, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere... appearing silently.
Looking at Zhou Yusheng, who was covered in beard and smelled like wine, Luo Qiu's eyes gradually turned cold, and his palm slowly stretched out... slowly onto Zhou Yusheng's neck.
Five fingers pinched down.
Once again, the boss's left eye turned into chaos... but this time it was well controlled, and did not bring the horrible vision of last time.
But even so, everything around was still floating little by little.
Zhou Yusheng still didn't open his eyes even though he had a painful expression at this moment.
The pain of suffocation finally activated Zhou Yusheng's instinct... He kicked his feet wildly, climbed up his neck with his hands, and just grasped the palm that was tightly strangling him.
Finally... Luo Qiu's palm loosened little by little.
He let out a breath slowly, Zhou Yusheng's expression began to ease, and he passed out... The floating things in the living room also gradually fell down.
Luo Qiu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they had returned to normal.
He opened his palm, a ball of black air overflowed from his palm... Luo Qiu shook it and let it go.
He also sat down, and sat next to Zhou Yusheng... and slowly closed his eyes.
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Zhou Yusheng had a dream at this time.
A dream that he wanted to forget, but did not dare to forget, he had hidden every day and night for nearly four years.
On the police car, everyone was fully armed.
"...the gangster has a lot of weapons, repeat, the gangster has a lot of weapons!!"
At this time, the intercom in the car was constantly calling for support...