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Gu Yue Zhai.
Zhang Lilanfang treated her granddaughter, her only relative, and the real boss of Gu Yue Zhai as her favorite. She was very nervous.
Zhang Qingrui had always been smart since she was young. She would never disappear for a day and a night like this.
Zhang Lilanfang didn't sleep all night. She was extremely tired. She didn't let go of the phone in one hand, while her other hand kept counting the jade beads on the Buddhist bead chain.
Shi Shijie returned shortly after.
Including Shi Shijie, his father, and his grandfather, they had been serving in Madame Zhang's family before the founding of the country. It was not the Zhang family that Shi Shijie married into, but when Madame Zhang was still the daughter of the Li family.
"Madam, I'm sorry. We still haven't found any news of the Eldest Miss."
Shi Shijie looked at Zhang Lilanfang who was still calm. He took a deep breath and said, "But we found Miss's car, but it was parked in the parking lot of a shopping mall. Later, I checked the mall's CCTV. Miss didn't pick up her car … She might have gone missing in the mall. According to the Miss's temperament, there was no possibility of her joking at this time. I'm afraid … I'm afraid this is a kidnapping. But even if it's a kidnapping, we haven't received any communication from the kidnapper yet … "
Zhang Lilanfang opened her eyes abruptly.
This lady had been chanting Buddhist scriptures and eating vegetarian food for the past few decades. She had long lost the smell of gunpowder. However, at this moment, Shi Shijie saw a touch of cold light in the lady's serious face.
"Back then, I left the capital as an orphan and a widow. It's been decades … and now, I've finally raised a child … Do you really think that a widow like me is easy to bully? How dare you bully me! "
Zhang Lilanfang stood up abruptly. She was so angry that she shouted, "Even though I am an old woman, I am not dead yet!"
"Madam, please calm down."
"I will." Zhang Lilanfang took a deep breath, "If I panic, it will only get worse. Shijie, for the next two days, until we find Miss, you will temporarily take over the shop. Everything will be normal. If anyone asks about it, just treat it as Miss not feeling well these two days and rest at home. "
Shi Shijie nodded and said, "Madam, Old Master Zhong still lives here, can we ask him for help?"
Zhang Lilanfang snorted coldly, "It's not time yet. No matter how long that old bastard's whip is, it hasn't reached this place yet. We're not sure of the situation yet. You can continue to search while we wait and see. "
"Alright!" Shi Shijie nodded and quickly retreated.
Zhang Lilanfang supported herself on the table and slowly sat down. With her hand on her forehead, she closed her eyes while her shoulders slightly trembled, "Rui 'er, Rui' er …"
Was she crying?
Black Soul No.9 knew that this old woman was lamenting in her heart — He had always been here.
Many days ago, he had been here, silently watching. Reason told him that he needed to open up new businesses for the club, but he was unwilling to leave.
Seeing Zhang Lilanfang sobbing all of a sudden, Black Soul 9 moved two steps forward subconsciously, reaching out his hand to touch her … but finally stopped in the air.
"Why … do I feel so uncomfortable?"
Black Soul No.9Hao was at a loss.
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After You Ye went out, Luoqiu came to the professor's villa again, coming to the hidden basement.
Unknowingly, several hours had passed since he had entered.
He was looking at several maps of different eras that were nailed on the wall. They ranged from rough to fine, but no matter which one it was, they all had markings in the same place.
"Nuyan Ula Mountain."
In fact, the books that were often flipped through on the table were all about the mountain and the surrounding terrain.
Luoqiu sat on the old leather chair in front of the patchwork table. From here, he could see the model on the sand table. Looking at everything here, he felt that the cushion of the chair had sunk a lot, and the floor under the table had been worn out.
His fingers touched the edge of the drawer, looking at the dried brown spots on the drawer … Boss Luo seemed to see an old man who had worked hard in this place.
Something had been supporting him all the time.
Suddenly, a squeaking sound came from outside the front door. It was the sound of someone stepping on the wooden stairs. Boss Luo's feeling was getting more and more accurate … The person who was going down the stairs was Qin Chuyu.
…
He didn't choose to leave. His intuition told him that Qin Chuyu might have come here earlier than him. The woman who had looked at him silently by the window not long ago might not be as simple as Professor Qin Fang's adopted daughter.
Finally, Qin Chuyu, who was wearing a white slim-fit dress, appeared at the entrance.
You couldn't use noble or ethereal to describe this woman, because she seemed to exist with these definitions. To put it simply, apart from the appearance, it was probably the best interpretation of the saying 'mainly depends on the temperament'.
She was Yu Sanniang in her previous life. She had loved and lost all hope, so the 'High Jade Emperor Heart Seal Sutra' reached a stage of perfection. What she had experienced after that was unknown.
However, compared to simply living for five hundred years, it was much more complicated and difficult to understand.
Since Luo Qiu speculated that the other party might have seen the content of the surveillance video earlier than him, he didn't intend to keep silent. He waited for the other party to speak first, then he would speak carefully.
Boss Luo took the initiative to open his mouth, "Miss Qin … or Yu Sanniang?"
As if she wasn't surprised by such a question, or perhaps she just didn't show her emotions on her face, the one in front of him said indifferently, "You're really not an ordinary person."
Luoqiu stood up. Perhaps he had been used to being the club boss for some time, or he just felt it was impolite to sit and talk with others.
He pointed at the corpse on the floor of the basement, "Miss Qin, do you know who this person is?"
Qin Chuyu said, "He's a person who learned some unorthodox ways and did unrighteous things. His death is not regrettable."
Seeing the strangeness of the basement and the suspicion about the professor's real identity, Qin Chuyu's answer also confirmed Luoqiu's thought.
"Miss Qin doesn't seem to worry about the professor's disappearance." Luoqiu suddenly said.
At this moment, Qin Chuyu said indifferently, "That man just did something to make himself feel better. There's nothing to worry about. He's just a poor man who has been tortured by guilt for decades. He won't hurt anyone. As for Zhang Qingrui, she'll come back naturally when the matter is over. So I don't have anything to worry about. "
"That man?" Luoqiu sensitively grasped the incongruity of this appellation.
Qin Chuyu glanced at Luoqiu indifferently, "Who are you?"
These were two different questions, and there was some friction between a man and a woman.
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Flight, Ulan Bator.
There was a cubic meter box in the luggage compartment of the plane … In the box, Zhang Qingrui's body was curled up and sleeping. Her face was covered with a respirator.
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PS1: This is f * cking embarrassing … I seem to see a lot of people cursing in the book review section. But what can we do?
PS2: Here's the thing. Last night, the author of this book said that the book would be published on the 5th with a perturbed mood … Then today, it's confirmed that the book will be published on the 1st.
PS3: What happened in the middle will not be revealed here … After all, no author will seek death like this. First, she said that the book would be published later, but then changed it back to this stupid + funny + hurtful words … I'm also dumbfounded, as if I saw a scene of sudden death. It's so beautiful that I dare not look at it.
PS4: Let me comfort myself by saying, 'I seem to have said last night, if there's no accident, the book will be published on the 5th'. Please don't beat me to death.
PS5: It's confirmed that the book will be published on the 1st. So I have to change the rhythm. Including the one in the daytime, I'll update four chapters today. Tomorrow is Saturday, I'll update four or five chapters. On Sunday, I'll update three chapters. I can only do these as compensation. So, to what extent can the book be published on the 1st, it's up to fate.
PS6: I don't post much PS recently. The soul of PS has been suppressed for too long and needs to explode … Of course, PS can't be used casually after the book is published. So the meaning of PS this time is … there will be two more chapters before 12 o 'clock in the evening. Finally, I beg not to be beaten to death.
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