Zhou Xufang left it in the dressing room, which was Luo San's necklace. ”

Jiang Zhi picked up the necklace and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully, the metal disc was polished very smooth, the size of a coin, probably the owner of the necklace often touched and stroked, the lines of the inscription on it have been much shallower, the font is very beautiful, and the three words 'Zhou Xu Fang' are delicately engraved.

This necklace looks a little old.

Jiang Zhi carefully put away the necklace and looked up at Tang Xiang: "Tell me directly, your purpose." ”

Tang Xiang didn't go around in circles, she got straight to the point: "There were not many people who knew about the Locke family fire back then, and Fang Dashun was one, but he didn't trust me." ”

So, she pulled Eori in.

What she couldn't find out, with Jiang Weaving's means, as long as he was willing, he would definitely be able to find out.

Jiang Zhi was noncommittal, and asked rhetorically, "Do you think I will trust you?"

"Since you know that Luo San is a girl, you should also be able to guess who hid her gender. ”

It's Tang Xiang's parents.

Luo San's life experience, except for the Luo family, only they know.

Tang wanted to say her purpose: "I suspect that my father's burning to death was not an accident, it was the Locke family who wanted to kill him, and I wanted to find out about it." ”

She and the Locke family were not in the same camp in the first place, she always remembered that when his father was buried in the fire, the Locke family hurriedly disposed of the body and hastily closed the case.

Locke's family fire, two dead and one injured, but the murderer was not sentenced to death, she didn't believe it was all unintentional.

Jiang Zhi believed her, and then asked, "Why do you believe me?"

Tang Xiang took it for granted, she had never doubted Jiang Zhi's kindness to Luo San: "Haven't you been investigating what happened eight years ago? After the fire, the only person who cried outside was you. ”

The people of the Locke family, she can't believe any of them, they are all things with a group of human faces and beasts. Even if Luo San is adopted, she has been raised for so many years, but no one in the Luo family wants her to be well.

Tang Xiang did not hide it and said: "Jiang Zhi, we are a cooperative relationship, not a hostile relationship. ”

After Jiang Zhi left, Tang Xiang sat in the porridge shop for a while, and the proprietress in the shop was her second aunt, who specially cooked a bowl of porridge for her, and she didn't leave until she finished eating.

She didn't drive over, she picked a bus stop with few people, sat down, lit a cigarette, watched the traffic on the road, and smoked without a sip.

A black business car stopped in front of her, the window was down, and a tough handsome face broke into her eyes: "You still smoke?"

Suit and leather shoes, looking steady and elegant.

Just looking steady and elegant, Tang Xiang was in a bad mood, and he was not interested in dealing with this old classmate who had never dealt with her, and his tone was perfunctory: "No?"

Jiang Xiaolin was lying on the car window, and the old god was there, as if he was watching a good show: "What, confessed to Jiang Zhi and was dumped?" he laughed unceremoniously, "Quit smoking to eliminate your sorrows." ”

How long the hell has he been here?!

Tang Xiang held the cigarette between his fingers and spit out a smoke ring at the car window: "It's your business!"

When she was in school, she was a face control, and she praised Jiang Zhi several times in front of this guy, and he always felt that she 'coveted' Jiang Zhi's beauty.

He straightened his tie and held Sven Elegance: "You are a woman, can't you speak civilly?"

Tang Xiang smiled: "Then it depends on who is right." She shook off the ashes of her cigarette and swallowed the fog slowly, "I'm a man, talking to people, talking nonsense to ghosts, talking to hooligans, and of course talking hooligans." ”

Call him a hooligan.

Jiang Xiaolin was not angry with her, got out of the car, and walked in front of her: "Didn't you say that I was a nymphomaniac? ”

Brother Lin, the eldest son of the Jiang family, has made many people full of praise.

See, that's nature.

Tang Xiang couldn't bear it anymore: "Jiang Xiaolin!"

He smiled like a disciple: "You really know how to scream." ”

“......”

It's heavy-mouthed.

Tang didn't want to smoke, stood up, and kicked over: "Stinky rascal!"

He didn't dodge, he took a solid kick, and there were more footprints on his suit pants without a trace of wrinkles, he bent down and dusted off calmly: "Are you in a better mood now?"

Tang Xiang was stunned for a moment.

When he got up, he took the cigarette she had held between his fingertips and looked at the lipstick on the cigarette butt: "It's not a good thing, don't smoke it." ”

He extinguished the cigarette, threw it in the trash, turned back to the car, stepped on the gas, and left.

Tuliu Tang wanted to stand under the lamp, with a complicated expression.

11:20 p.m.

The clouds dispersed, the moon was round again, the stars were around, and the photons fell into the sky.

"Da-"

Zhou Xufang twisted it casually, and unscrewed the lock of Luo Ying and the room, and she felt that the quality of the lock still needed to be improved.

At this point, Luo Yinghe actually slept, there was no light in the room, and it was dark.

Zhou Xufang entered the bathroom in the dark, took out a flashlight from her bag, searched for it on the bathroom sink and the ground, picked up a few hairs, and picked up a few on the comb and towel, she packed it in a bag, and brought the toothbrush by the way.

Suddenly, there was a 'pop' sound!

Then, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom, it was Luo Yinghe who woke up.

Zhou Xufang turned off the flashlight, closed the bathroom door virtually, and she stood straight behind the door, holding her breath, as a piece of wood without a sense of existence.

Luo Yinghe yawned and pushed the door into the bathroom, shook it casually, closed the door, and pressed the bathroom light in a daze, the chain was unscrewed off without noticing, she walked to the toilet slowly, squinted and untied her pants, and then sat down, shaking her head and dozing.

Then, there was the boo-boo.

Zhou Xufang: "......"

She was standing in the direction of Luo Yinghe and Cheng, as long as Luo Yinghe looked up, she could see her, so she decided to strike first, so she held her breath and moved forward, and reached out to turn off the light.

The bathroom was suddenly dark.

Luo Ying said 'eh', looked up, and saw a vague outline, she was just about to scream, but her neck was numb, her eyes rolled, and she fell to the back of the toilet.

To be on the safe side, Zhou Xufang pulled a few more hairs on her head before going out in the dark.

Just went out for a while, she came back in the dark, with a flashlight in her mouth, and used both hands to help Luo Yinghe lift her pants.

Then, she touched Luo Qinghe's room.

Luo Qinghe's room was empty, it should have been that she hadn't come back yet, so it was much more convenient for her to act, and she found her hair and toothbrush and left the room, less than five minutes before and after.

As soon as she got out of Luo Qinghe's room, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrate, at this point, only Jiang Zhi would look for her, she opened a guest room casually, and hid in to answer the phone.

The voice was very small, and she whispered quietly, "Hey." ”

Eori asked, "Where are you?"

His voice was a little strange, tense and heavy.

Zhou Xufang couldn't explain the current situation in a sentence or two, so he said: "I'm running a task." ”

He stubbornly asked, "Where?"

The more Zhou Xufang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong?" She felt that Jiang Zhi's voice was a little depressed, as if she was in a heavy mood.

He didn't explain, he just said, "I want to see you, tell me where I am." ”

Zhou Xufang hesitated for a long time, but he still couldn't refuse him: "I'm in Luo's house." ”

He paused for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and the wind poured in from the phone, and it blew for a long time before he spoke: "Wait for me in the attic." ”

"Good. ”

Zhou Xufang hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhi is so strange, there must have been something that made him sad, and when he comes, she will coax him well, thinking like this, she touched Luo Changde s room.

Luo Changde drank wine and slept to death, snoring, and the smell of wine in the room. Zhou Xufang saw that he was sleeping like a pig, and directly pulled out his hair.

She wants to get the DNA of everyone in the Luo family, and finally Old Man Luo. He lived on the first floor, and Zhou Xufang heard the coughing sound inside when he was outside.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

The lights were on in the room, and the people were still asleep.

Zhou Xufang didn't want to startle the snake, so she squatted at the bottom of the stairs, listened to the movements inside and outside the house, and watched the changes.

After about three or four minutes, Luo Huaiyu answered the phone.

"Chairman. It was a man's voice on the phone, it should be a young man, he said, "Peng Zhongming has arrived in the imperial capital." ”

Luo Huaiyu groaned for a while: "Have you seen his father?"

The man on the phone replied: "No, Prophet Peng didn't know yet, it was Peng Zhongming who was involved in drugs abroad, and there was a problem with the funds, so he hit the idea on Mr. Luo's head." ”

Mr. Luo refers to Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, and Mr. Luo.

Luo Qinghe is usually called Mr. Luo.

Luo Huaiyu thought for a moment, and instructed the man on the phone: "Changde and Qinghe have sent people over there to keep an eye on it, and Peng Zhongming's hand will find a way to get it." ”

"Yes, Chairman. ”

Peng Zhongming, Peng Prophet.

Zhou Xufang remembered these two names, and planned to go back and let Frost Fall check it.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps, running down from upstairs, to the door of Luo Huaiyu's room, it was the descendants of the Luo family, seeing that the lights in the room were still on, they knocked on the door and shouted: "Chairman." ”

Luo Huaiyu asked inside, "What's the matter?"

The servant replied, "The second lady fainted in the room. ”

Zhou Xufang: "......"

Fortunately, she helped someone put their pants on, she was so kind.

After that, Luo Huaiyu walked out of the room on crutches.

A godsend!

As soon as the person left, Zhou Xufang entered Luo Huaiyu's room, she rummaged around on the pillow, and before she could find a hair and a half, the sound of crutches on the ground came into her ears again.

Da! Da! Da!

The voice was getting closer and closer, Zhou Xufang hadn't gotten his hair yet, and he didn't plan to run, Luo Huaiyu pushed open the door and happened to meet her: "You are so bold." ”

The incandescent light in the room was on, and Zhou Xufang looked up and saw Luo Huaiyu's serious and rigid face, and the memory in his mind flickered, and there were intermittent fragments passing by.

At that time, she was still a little bald, and in the attic, she turned out a pill from a tattered pillow, and she held it in both hands, and gave it to the sick and weak boy with a pale face, and stumbled and said, "You eat this, this is not poisonous." ”

The voice is not often spoken, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

The boy looked at her and didn't open his mouth.

She urged, "You eat." ”

He opened his mouth in a daze, she threw the pill directly into it, and then pushed him into the cabinet, and she pressed her back against the cabinet door outside.

She was afraid that the young man would be afraid, so she comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

There was only a small window in the attic, which was open, and the sun was not good that day, and it was overcast, and she leaned back against the cabinet door, and when she looked up, she saw a pair of eyes outside the window.

It's the person she's most afraid of.

He beckoned outside, motioning for her to come over.

She hesitated for a long time, and slowly followed out.

In the cabinet, the young man was shouting: "Luo San." No one answered, he knocked on the cabinet door, "Luo San, are you outside?"

Still no one answered him, the young man pushed open the cabinet door and came out, in the attic, the little bald head was gone, and he didn't know where he went.

Luo Huaiyu led her to the study and closed the door, the old man's face was full of wrinkles, his lips were dark purple, he squatted down and leaned close to her: "You can speak." His eyes were cloudy, and he stared at her timidly, as if coaxing her, as if ordering her, "Grandpa Shou come and listen." ”

She was frightened, and instinctively ducked back, her back against the door.

He was holding a cane in his hand, the place where the armrest of the crutch was carved into a dragon's head, the dragon's eyes were inlaid with emerald green jade, there were many age spots on the back of his hand, his fingers rubbed the dragon's head's eyes from time to time, and the other hand stretched out and approached her: "Scream." ”

His hand rested on her shoulder.

Her body trembled, and she shouted incoherently, "Master, Master." ”

The old man in front of him looked at her and suddenly laughed.

"You're so daring. ”

Zhou Xufang looked at the person in front of her intently, the old face coincided with the old man's face in the memory of that scene, she didn't remember everything, but despite the incomplete memory, the fear still existed, like an instinctive reaction.

Luo Huaiyu stood at the door with a cane, or the cane with a dragon's head inlaid with jade, his eyes were like torches, looking at her: "Who are you?"

Who is she?

Luo San has died in the fire eight years ago, and she is Zhou Xufang.

She said, "I'm a wronged ghost. She wore special glasses that would glow at night, stared at Luo Huaiyu directly, deliberately suppressed her voice, and said gloomily, "Have you ever heard of the wronged ghost locking the soul?"

Luo Huaiyu snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

Okay, she'll pretend to be a god and get a ghost. She moved quickly under her feet, bringing a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, she went around behind Luo Huaiyu, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to pull out a few hairs from him.

Luo Huaiyu's body shook and slammed into the door, he didn't know whether he was frightened or angry, and he was trembling all over.

The things are in hand, Zhou Xufang is not interested in hiding from the surnamed Luo, it is estimated that Jiang Zhi is about to arrive, and there is wind under her feet, running like a female ghost in a TV series, leaving a room full of 'gloomy' voices, echoing: "Old man, next time I will come to you to ask for souls." ”

After that, Zhou Xufang heard Luo Huaiyu's shouting and angry reprimands.

It is estimated that he is going to call the police, Zhou Xufang didn't care so much, jumped on the roof of the Luo family, took the 'empty road', and went to the attic on the roof of the bungalow where the next person lived.

She first observed the terrain, and the noise on the other side of the villa was a pot of porridge, but no one came to search for it, so she pushed open the door of the attic.

It was dim and dark, and the lights weren't on.

Zhou Xufang shouted secretly, cowering like a thief: "Jiang Weaving." "Quietly, quietly," Eori. ”

The attic was a wooden window, closed, the moonlight could not leak in, she couldn't see clearly, closed the door and groped in: "I'm here, Jiang Weaving." ”

She pulled her flashlight out of her bag, turned it on, and the light shot straight at her, just right, and the whole cluster of light shone on a face.

Eori sat on a small wooden bed in the attic covered with ash, and her already white face was illuminated by a flashlight.

The atmosphere is a bit like a horror movie, Zhou Xufang was startled at first glance: "Shine with a flashlight like this, you look like a ghost-"

Before she could finish speaking, the ghost rushed over and hugged her.

Bang –

The flashlight fell to the ground, rolled twice, and rolled under the wooden bed.

Zhou Xufang was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"

He hugged it tightly, his hands shaking.

Zhou Xufang raised his hand and grabbed the clothes around his waist: "Jiang Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

He leaned on her shoulder: "I'm sorry. The voice was tense, like a fish in the throat.

Zhou Xufang didn't know what was wrong with him, she had never seen him so heavy and depressed, without a little bit of wanton publicity on weekdays, sluggish, helpless, like a fragile child.

She stood on tiptoe, put her hand around his back, and patted him gently, "Sorry for what?"

He buried his head in her shoulder socket, the skin on his face was hot, pressed against her neck, and his voice was choked: "I said I was going to take you to Jiang's house," he retracted his hand and hugged her tightly, "But I'm too late." ”

Oh.

He also knew.

Zhou Xufang didn't know where he knew: "I was still thinking about how to tell you, I am Luo San." She raised her hand, held Jiang Zhi's face, stepped back a little, and looked into his eyes, "What should I say, you won't feel sorry for me." ”

The flashlight under the wooden bed shone on the ground, spreading a layer of light, and she saw the tears in his eyes in the faint light.

Eori cried.

This is the first time Zhou Xufang has seen him cry, a proud person like him will not shed tears when he bleeds.