Li Qing had wavered in his relationship with Lin Qiuqiu for a while, but he didn't realize until this moment that this relationship was far stronger and stronger than he imagined. I don't know when it began, the two have gradually become one, and no one can do without the other.

At this moment, Li Qing and Lin Qiuqiu were lying quietly on the bed, and in the crook of the arms of the two of them, there was Xiao Simu who was sleeping soundly.

"Qiuqiu. Li Qing asked, "If I hadn't come to Lingang with you, how long would it be before you forgive me?"

"Who said I forgave you?" Lin Qiuqiu pursed his lips, and his jade fingers gently scratched the faint scar on Li Qing's forearm.

Li Qing hesitated for a while, and grabbed Lin Qiuqiu's soft jade hand: "Qiuqiu, thank you for your tolerance." I know I'm not a good husband, but I'll do my best to do my best. ”

"Love to the extreme, it is inevitable to be cheap. Lin Qiuqiu withdrew his hand, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she quietly stared at Xiao Simu's pink little face beside her, "Li Qing, I can't leave you anymore." But I'm still not reconciled, and I may never forgive you for what you did for the rest of my life. ”

Li Qing quietly stared at the quiet and beautiful face of the beautiful woman in front of her, and a soft smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I don't ask for your forgiveness, as long as you don't leave, I'm very satisfied..."

The love words on the pillow are only known to the two of them. But in any case, Li Qing's anxiety for so long has finally been alleviated. Although he knew that he would have to face a lot of things next, as long as Lin Qiuqiu was there, nothing could stump him anymore.

Just after midnight, Li Qing opened his eyes at the right time and glanced at Lin Qiuqiu and the baby beside him.

Lin Qiuqiu was already asleep, her face was quiet, and the moonlight outside the window sprinkled in, spreading on her slender and graceful body, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

Li Qing quietly admired it for a while, then quietly got up, opened the door, and went downstairs silently.

It was rare to get back together with Lin Qiuqiu, so Li Qing did not ask her about the Lin family before. But Li Qing knew very well that this time the matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and he wanted to take advantage of this time period to start an investigation.

At night, the Lin family was empty, all the lights in the house were extinguished, and only the dim street lamps were still on.

Li Qing took a few steps forward before he suddenly realized where the strange feeling he had been feeling came from. This is an intuition, a deep realization that Li Qing has experienced.

To this day, he still remembers the unique atmosphere of the death of his parents and even his grandfather Li Qizhi. The death of a loved one is a great sorrow in life, and the sentimentality that lingers in the heart will inevitably accompany it for a long time. However, at this moment, Li Qing was standing on the street in the middle of the Lin family, but he only felt that the silence of the night was circling all around, and he didn't feel the sad atmosphere at all.

Li Qing remembered the few people he saw after arriving at the Lin family, Lin Mengdie, Lin Shiqing, and Lin Yuan. These three people are Lin Sheng's closest relatives, but they have their own temperament when they smile and smile, and they are not half sad.

"Is the Lin family so cold? Li Qing took a deep breath and read slowly.

After having such doubts, Li Qing had already made up his mind, no matter what, he would also go to the mourning hall at night. But before that, he had to go to another place.

Walking along the street that crossed the axis of Lin's house, Li Qing didn't take long to come to Lin Sheng's former residence. He stood in the shadows and watched, silently in all directions, and there was no sign of anyone. On both sides of the stone path leading to the main entrance, there are densely lit white candles, stretching all the way, looking extremely desolate.

Li Qing walked on this path, and the firelight on both sides swayed in the breeze, giving people a rather strange feeling.

According to Li Qing's previous thoughts, he should meet Zhao Liang, the bodyguard guarding this courtyard, here and get some reliable information from him. But for now, that is very unlikely.

Walking up the steps, Li Qing walked all the way to the door and stretched out his hand to push. Not surprisingly, the door was locked tightly. Li Qing raised his head and looked up, the room that used to be lit even in the middle of the night and early in the morning was now pitch black, and he completely lost to the night.

Li Qing pondered for a moment, and was about to turn around and leave, when a slight "gurgling" sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

The sound was very soft, like a rope being pulled tight, like a mouse gnawing on a stake. If it weren't for Li Qing's keen hearing, he would definitely not have paid attention to this.

At first, Li Qing thought it was a tree branch scraping the line, or a swing tied under the tree or the sound of a sandbag. He didn't pay too much attention to it, and turned to leave. After taking two steps forward, I suddenly felt that something was not quite right, and then I stopped.

The strange feeling in Li Qing's heart instantly became even stronger.

He spun around in circles, then walked back in small steps, small steps, and finally put his ear to the door, and his eyes widened instantly.

This strange "gurgling" sound actually came from inside the door!

"Is there anyone?" Li Qing asked in a deep voice.

Li Qing stabilized his mind and waited quietly for a while. The sound suddenly disappeared, but after a while, it came again.

"Tsk. Li Qing took a slight breath of cold air, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and raised his tone a few points, "Is there anyone?"

Still receiving no response, Li Qing bent down, grabbed the doorknob with his palm and twisted it. He could tell that the door was bolted from the inside.

Although a mere door could not pose any obstacle to Li Qing, after all, death is great, and he was standing on the territory of the Lin family, Li Qing did not dare to go too far, and did not choose to break in. Looking up again, Li Qing walked around the villa for half a circle, and saw that the window of one of the rooms was still open.

Li Qing didn't hesitate at all, kicked his feet, grabbed the stone bricks embedded in the wall with his fingers, and climbed up directly. The distance of a few meters was not a problem for him at all, so he quickly tumbled into the house and landed firmly on the ground.

The room was pitch black, but fortunately, Li Qing had brought a flashlight in advance, and he pressed the flashlight switch down at the moment, adjusting the brightness to the minimum, so that the dim light swept all sides.

Stretching out a finger to wipe it on the table, staring at the thin layer of dust, Li Qing couldn't help frowning slightly.

This room has been unoccupied for at least half a month.

The Lin family announced that Lin Sheng died of illness at 1:15 a.m. two days ago, which means that the date of his death is only two days away. The funeral custom of three days of mortuary has not yet passed, why is Lin Sheng's residence so dilapidated before his death?

Taking Li Qing as an example, if he is not in the Li Family Mansion for a long time, the house must be cleaned once a day. Even when Lin Sheng was seriously ill, he was hospitalized all the time. But as the head of the family, he can't stay uncleaned all the time, right?

What's going on with the dust on the fingertips right now? The Lin family has raised so many servants, are they all eating for nothing?

Li Qing thought of another explanation, if this villa had been closed half a month ago, then no servants would have entered it again, and no one would have come to clean the room.

Who ordered the villa to be sealed? Lin Sheng, the chief housekeeper He Tangzhi, or was there someone else?

Li Qing walked out of the room with doubts in his heart and turned into the dark corridor. He found the switch on the wall and pressed it, but there was no light, and it was clear that the power had been cut off.

"This is really interesting, what kind of trick is the Lin family doing?" Li Qing walked to the end of the corridor, and in front of him was the carved staircase that led to the first floor. He couldn't help but muttered to himself, but when he stepped up the first staircase, he froze in place.

Li Qing snorted fiercely, pinched the flashlight in his hand, turned his head and looked around suspiciously.

He smelled a faint stench, which seemed to be some distance from where he was. But even so, this strange smell is not unfamiliar to Li Qing.

It was the smell of dead bodies.

Even if there were no dead bodies here at the moment, there must have been corpses parked for a long time.

The corners of his mouth tugged slightly, and Li Qing's face suddenly became solemn. He grabbed his flashlight and walked briskly down the stairs to the living room on the first floor.

Here, Li Qing saw a rather unforgettable scene.

A corpse, quietly hanging on the iron hook of the glass chandelier on the roof of the shed, accompanied by the breeze passing through the hall, the rope that tied the neck rubbed against the iron hook, making a strange sound of "gurgling".

Li Qing walked down the last step and slowly approached the corpse, focusing the flashlight on the shriveled and blue cheeks.

The deceased was a man, probably close to forty years old, with a burly build, a strong physique, and not very tall. He wore a dark green uniform with a belt around his waist and a pistol and knives. Li Qing had seen this dress, it was the Lin family's security uniform.

Squinting his eyes and looking, Li Qing recognized the identity of the corpse, it was Zhao Liang.

Li Qing stood in place for a long time, staring at Zhao Liang's corpse without blinking, constantly swaying in mid-air under the blowing of the wind through the hall. He suddenly remembered the first time he met him, when Zhao Liang was glorious and excited about his amazingly high job. He was full of thoughts about doing it for a few more years, and he would be happy with a large amount of honorarium, but he never thought that he would end his voice in this way.

After careful consideration, Li Qing could determine that Zhao Liang died by suicide. His death must have been so hurried that he didn't even have time to close the window of the living room. If left like this, it won't be long before he will be dried by the wind and turned into a hideous piece of bacon.

"It's getting more and more interesting. Li Qing took half a step back and said slowly, his cheeks quietly crawling with coldness, as if frost that could not be dissolved.