Luoqiu didn't think about it anymore and carefully hid his thoughts in his heart.
He felt that the altar at this time seemed to be missing something, and it was too rigid … He didn't know if the previous boss could do the same thing as the previous boss.
But subconsciously, he felt that maybe the current altar was the one that the previous boss encountered.
There was no basis for this feeling, it was just a feeling.
Leaving the most fragile thing here for the time being, Luoqiu sorted out his thoughts and opened the door to the third floor of the basement. He didn't feel very relaxed, but it didn't seem to be heavy either. He just returned to normal.
When he came back, Luoqiu didn't see Taisetsu. You Ye said that she had chosen a place to live in Britain. It was a nice manor, but it was a bit deserted. So she arranged for Taisetsu to go there and clean the manor first.
Nero also came with him.
This was tantamount to saving Miss Nero from the horrible hell of copying books. Out of the 270,000 times of punishment, Miss Nero had not copied 3,000 times so far … The maid's code was really too long. Although the quill pen used for copying would not be worn out, Miss Nero would still use it until her hand cramped.
So she happily accepted this task. She was so happy that she didn't calm down before leaving. If it weren't for Miss Maid beside her, she probably would have asked for trouble and discussed with the boss whether she could be his mistress.
The shop quieted down at once.
Luoqiu had taken back those evil soul seals that he traded from the rich woman Su Zijun during the Mount Tai incident. He also sacrificed some of them. The life that was originally under the red line had already been restored, and it even far exceeded the standard before his trip to South America. It could be said that there was no pressure at all.
Luoqiu was the boss, the boss who was connected to the altar. He didn't have any important mission waiting for him to complete, and there was no big devil waiting for him to fight … Or maybe he was already a big devil to some extent.
Suddenly, Luoqiu had a feeling … that he was in his best condition now.
"Outing?"
In front of the counter, Miss Maid, who was waiting for her master to come back from the altar space, asked in surprise … Her master was a little different during this time, but now he seemed to have recovered.
"It's spring." Luoqiu smiled and said, "Let's go for a walk."
Miss Maid absolutely obeyed her master's will, so she nodded. Since they were going on an outing, they naturally had to prepare some food.
"Let's make sandwiches at all costs." Boss Luo rolled up his sleeves and revealed a relaxed smile.
Therefore, he called Luo Ya out of the room. The three of them went to the kitchen and made layers of … sandwiches.
…
"There's no need to continue investigating?"
Miss Song Ying was originally full of energy today. She planned to find new clues today and confirm the identity of the murderer — even though she and her husband had the same thoughts yesterday.
However, he did not expect to receive a call from his grandfather, who had returned to South America, early in the morning, saying that the investigation could be terminated.
Song Ying naturally had to ask why.
Grandfather Song Tianyou's answer was very simple, saying that it was Luoqiu's request … Although Song Tianyou was very puzzled by Luoqiu's request, he had been in contact with this elder brother and grandson for a short time. However, in the eyes of Father Song, Luoqiu was a more reliable person than Song Haoran and Song Ying.
Of course, part of the reason was because of Mr. Blind: Mr. Blind once said that Luoqiu was a noble person.
Father Song did not have any intention of currying favor — with the wealth and ability of the Song family today, they did not need to curry favor with anyone. Perhaps they could rely on illusory luck to make the Song family go one step further, but it seemed that it was just icing on the cake. It was not as practical as the loyalty of a descendant of the Song family.
This was because the Song family was really too small in number.
Therefore, compared to how to develop the Song family, what Father Song wanted to see more was how to make the Song family flourish … Song Haoran seemed hopeless.
"Young people need to know moderation. As for grandfather, although I am old, my bones are still very strong. It won't be a problem to wait a year or two. The key is to take good care of your body, understand? "
Song Ying felt that her grandfather seemed to have misunderstood something … but she did not know what on earth could make him misunderstand.
So, what on earth happened?
She planned to ask Luoqiu properly what had happened, but when she called, she found that the call could not be connected — although Luoqiu's phone was still there, it often could not be connected.
In any case, she was a member of Luoqiu's family, and she did not feel that the signal was bad, right?
So angry!
She did not know why, but she suddenly felt very angry … Sitting in the back seat of Alpha's car and ending the satellite call with Song Tianyou, the words "Don't provoke me" were written all over Miss Ying's face.
The bodyguard next to him vaguely heard his father's weak voice from the phone, so he fixed his eyes on the street, looking like he was carefully monitoring.
He would rather die than say that he had reported to his father that the young master and the young lady stayed in the car for a long time and that Miss Ying's waist was tired afterwards.
"Let's go!" Song Ying ordered with a displeased expression.
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping!"
…
Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao were still working hard to identify the people who had passed by the alley before and two days after the crime.
The progress of the investigation in these two days was not bad. They had checked 32 people who had more than 50 breaths, but it was a pity that they were all unrelated people.
The investigation was still in progress.
…
…
Sir Ma's investigation was also in progress. Because of the order from the top, all the members of the first and second team were now focusing on the dismembered corpse case.
Because of the discovery of Wu Rong's murder case and the combination of the two cases, the workload naturally increased a lot … but the attention of the society decreased.
Should they exclaim that this was an era of entertainment to death, or should they feel sad that this was an era of entertainment to death?
However, those who were supposed to work overtime still had to work overtime. The entire team had been working non-stop for almost a week now. The one thing that made more progress was that they had finally used a new technology to determine the exact time of death for Wang Liang and Wu Rong. This was all thanks to the help of the new forensic doctor.
The investigation of Wang Liang and Wu Rong's WeChat Moments had been completed, but the result of the investigation made the case even more confusing.
The time of death of Wang Liang and Wu Rong was before the Chinese New Year, which was less than two weeks apart. According to the data obtained from the internet company, the places where they logged in on their WeChat Moments were all different.
That was to say, the dynamic photos were not randomly found or photoshopped, but were actually taken in different places.
Compared with the time and place of Wang Liang and Wu Rong, most of the time, they were in other places. During this period, the most suspicious person, Zhao Le, was in the city … How could one person be in two places?
Under such circumstances, although Sir Ma and Zhou Yusheng were helpless, they could only temporarily withdraw the people who were monitoring Zhao Le — Zhao Le was actually under surveillance all the time, but it was done secretly.
…
The people who were responsible for following Zhao Le were Lin Feng and his companion, Xiao Wang.
"Got it, Ma."
In the rehabilitation center, Officer Lin turned off the phone and then twisted his stiff neck. Her colleague, Little Wang, asked about the situation.
Lin Feng told him the truth, while Xiao Wang stretched and seemed to be relieved.
These days, they had been investigating Zhao Le — the deeper the investigation, the more they could understand a person. During these days of following Zhao Le, they found that this young man was really a person of good character.
His academic performance was excellent, and he didn't rely on unorthodox means to get a scholarship from the school. His reputation in the neighborhood was completely that of a good child. Even the security guard downstairs was full of praise when talking about him.
Perhaps it could be said that Zhao Le paid a lot of attention to his own reputation. After all, there were such situations. The more scheming a person was, the more perfect his performance and the better his concealment.
However, they had been following Zhao Le these days, watching him take his sister, Zhang Xiaoqin, in and out of the rehabilitation center. Seeing his care for his sister, that kind of heartfelt affection, Xiao Wang couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Only when the investigation was dropped did the two of them feel a sense of relief … Who would want to see this suffering family get worse? Or watch it get a little bit better and then be mercilessly snuffed out?
"Do you have money?"
Just when they were about to go back, Officer Lin suddenly looked at Xiao Wang and asked.
Xiao Wang was stunned, then took out his wallet and glanced at it. There were only three Grandpa notes and a dozen change left in it.
He wanted to ask what Lin Feng wanted to do, but unexpectedly, Officer Lin didn't know whether it was because he had been following Sir Ma for a long time, so he had learned to be thick-skinned. Unexpectedly, Officer Lin grabbed it without saying anything, counted out three Grandpa notes, and then stuffed the rest of the change back.
Then, under Xiao Wang's stunned gaze, Lin Feng stood up and directly walked into the rehabilitation room … Xiao Wang guessed what Lin Feng wanted to do, but he was very sad and angry!
…
Zhao Le wasn't here. He had to go to school during the day, so he only took time to visit at noon.
Now was the time when Zhao Le came to visit, but he wasn't here now. He was washing the towel, preparing to wipe the sweat for Zhang Xiaoqin.
In the room, Zhang Xiaoqin attached to the shelf little by little, slowly moving. But maybe she was too hard on herself, so now her forehead was full of sweat.
Or maybe because she was too tired, Zhang Xiaoqin didn't hold firmly and was about to fall down.
At this time, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and stabilized her body, so fortunately, she didn't fall down.
Zhang Xiaoqin thought that she was lucky. She wanted to say some words of thanks, but when she looked up and saw Lin Feng, who had come to her door that day, she couldn't bring herself to smile.
"Take a rest first." Lin Feng said in a low voice, "I'll help you."
Zhang Xiaoqin didn't say anything and nodded. Then, with the help of Lin Feng, she slowly walked to the resting place and sat down … Then she looked at Lin Feng in confusion, "You …"
Lin Feng quickly said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for you. I just came here to visit the patient, but I didn't expect to meet you, Miss Zhang. "
Zhang Xiaoqin nodded dubiously.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, then took out the Grandpa notes he snatched, put two on himself, and directly put them in Zhang Xiaoqin's hand.
"This is?"
"Buy some tonics." Lin Feng smiled and said, "Live a good life, when the time comes, it will naturally be better."
"But …"
Zhang Xiaoqin wanted to say something, but Lin Feng had already hurriedly said goodbye and walked out of the room … She held hundreds of yuan in her hand, looking at Lin Feng's disappearing back, finally shaking her head.
"Sister!"
Zhao Le came back with a towel, wiped Zhang Xiaoqin's face, and then asked curiously, "Did someone come here just now?"
He saw the cash in Zhang Xiaoqin's hand, and couldn't help but frown.
Zhang Xiaoqin asked Zhao Le to sit down, smiled and said, "I happened to meet a friend and chatted for a while."
"Who?" Zhao Le smiled, "You should thank him, he's a kind-hearted person."
Zhang Xiaoqin said, "You don't know him, my former colleague. I haven't contacted him for a long time, I didn't expect to meet him here."
Zhao Le replied, and then looked out of the window in confusion, seeing the two figures leaving, he frowned … He turned back and smiled, then squatted down, looking at Zhang Xiaoqin, and said softly, "Let me give you a massage."
Zhao Le, who squatted down, carefully massaged Zhang Xiaoqin's calf, while Zhang Xiaoqin stretched out her hands, gently pinching Zhao Le's shoulders.
Zhang Xiaoqin smiled and said, "Look at your shoulders, don't read for too long. No one in our family is nearsighted, only you! "
Zhao Le gave a simple and honest smile.
The doctor said Zhang Xiaoqin's recovery was very good. When summer came, she should be able to walk naturally. Perhaps it was inconvenient for her to run, but it wouldn't affect her daily life.
"I'm not tired." Zhao Le was full of joy, "If I don't work hard, how can my life get better? Sister, I have to fight for a good life! "
"Fool."
Zhang Xiaoqin reached out and poked Zhao Le's forehead, then rubbed it with her palm, and said softly, "Alright, let's go to class, or we'll be late."
"I'll massage you for another five minutes." Zhao Le lowered his head again and carefully rubbed the acupoints on Zhang Xiaoqin's calf.
Zhao Le had been studying the massage technique for a long time over the past few days, so he was naturally familiar with it.
Zhang Xiaoqin recalled Lin Feng's words.
When it was time for her to get better, she would naturally get better.
So, she was probably getting better now, right?
She looked at the 500 yuan beside her and smiled knowingly.
…
…
In the afternoon, the students didn't see Lecturer Gao Wen. The substitute teacher was still the deputy dean.
"Your Teacher Gao took a few days off, so I'll be the substitute teacher for all of you these few days. Don't ask anymore."
There was a series of whispers in the classroom.
Chen Mingming didn't listen. Sitting in the back row, he picked up the book he had planned to finish and began reading it carefully.
In fact, he didn't need to come to school anymore, but he was used to finishing everything, so he came.
However, the deputy dean's microphone on the podium was a little too loud, so Chen Mingming simply put on his headphones, and his entire world was filled with the sound of musical notes.
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