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"Kong Lanling, let's go see Uncle Yundao tomorrow, okay?" The little peacock lay on the sheets printed with cartoon characters, her eyes flashed, and she begged her mother who had just finished telling her a story.

At the request of the little peacock, the young woman wearing a sweatshirt printed with the image of SpongeBob SquarePants gently patted the little guy and said, "Not tomorrow, you still have piano lessons tomorrow, and your Uncle Yundao is also taking classes in Beiqing." Well, I'll call him tomorrow and let him take you on a roller coaster if he has time on the weekend!"

As soon as the child in the pink nightdress heard about the roller coaster, he immediately rolled into the quilt excitedly, and said with a smile: "Kong Lanling, you promised me, don't forget to call him!"

"Okay, you go to bed, I'll call him tomorrow morning." Kong Lanling helplessly pinched the little peacock's delicate little nose, "Sleep!"

The child's world is always the purest, the last moment he has to be spoiled with his mother, and the next moment he has gone to the wonderful dream world.

Kong Lanling gently kissed the little guy on the forehead, looked at her daughter who was pouting and smiling in her sleep, and shook helplessly.

After dimming the lamp, she walked out of the pink children's room lightly, but the moment she opened the door, she heard footsteps in the living room.

She opened her mouth, slightly stunned, and took a few steps, and really saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.

"Are you back?" she sighed slightly, she couldn't remember how long it had been since this face had appeared at home, and only occasionally when Little Peacock mentioned how powerful the father of a certain classmate was, she would remember that there had been such a man in her life.

A man who has dedicated all his time and life to the country and the army, for her, the only connection to him today may be the little peacock and his blood.

The man standing at the door opened his mouth, and finally a thousand words turned into a wry smile: "The girl is asleep?"

She nodded, "Just go to sleep." ”

He said "oh" and said, "I'll look at the girl." ”

She smiled and nodded, that was the only reason he was back now.

Pass.

As usual, she opened her laptop and began to organize the few unclear words of inspiration in the depths of her mind.

Today, she prefers her identity.

A netter.

In her pen, the hero will take the heroine through the ups and downs of life, and will be loyal to death.

As she wrote thousands of words, the sound of footsteps sounded again.

He came out of the children's room and sighed when he saw her holding a notebook in the living room.

She looked up at the man who had a few more wrinkles than the last time they met: "How long will you stay in the capital this time?"

He walked over and sat down on the couch beside him, perhaps because he hadn't been back for a long time, and everything in the living room seemed a little strange to him.

"I'll stay for a short time, take care of some things and go back. He said to go back, but he noticed that the woman sitting across from him didn't seem to pay much attention, just looking at him with a soft and serene gaze.

"Are you tired?" she asked him, if he hadn't seen a friend in years.

He nodded, shook his head again, and finally let out another wry smile: "Tired, but meaningful." Some things always need someone to do. ”

She nodded in understanding.

If there was only one choice between love and dreams, she would choose dreams, especially dreams about the whole nation, and the man opposite gave the same answer many years ago.

It's just that after the two straight lines cross, they will only drift apart.

"I'm sorry for what happened last time!" Kong Lanling said apologetically.

He naturally knew that she was talking about the Great Wall Club. He smiled: "It's okay, the mission of the Great Wall Club has already been completed, and now the girl of the Gu family wants to change it into an anti-corruption museum, I think it is more meaningful." ”

Kong Lanling smiled: "You are always so generous to others, but you are a little harsh on yourself." ”

He subconsciously glanced at the direction of the children's room and said with a wry smile: "It's okay if I'm myself, you and the peacock can live comfortably." ”

Kong Lanling sighed: "Someone asked me to tell you that the road has to be walked step by step, and the meal has to be eaten one bite at a time, sometimes it is too urgent, but it has little effect." ”

He sighed softly, "Time is running out!"

Kong Lanling said pretentiously: "In this big country, some things need to be reversed, and naturally it is not a matter of one or two days. ”

He smiled: "Feel sorry for me?"

Kong Lanling smiled and nodded: "Even if love and marriage are gone, at least they are still friends." Even if it's not even a friend anymore, it's a colleague who struggled for that dream, isn't it?"

He seemed a little disappointed, but quickly regained his composure: "Every time I can calm down and talk to you, it's a great pleasure for me. ”

Kong Lanling shook her head and said, "You are walking too fast and in a hurry, so sometimes, when you turn around, you don't even recognize yourself." ”

He nodded: "I want to be alone with the girl for a while on the weekend." ”

She was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll ask her for her opinion tomorrow." ”

A trace of imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes, and he got up and said, "It's not early, I'm leaving, and you should rest early." ”

She nodded: "Next time you come back, say hello in advance." ”

He hummed, turned and opened the door to leave.

Until the door clicked shut, Kong Lanling sighed slightly and continued to type out a line of words on the laptop.

"In this world, there are always people who fight the fire for their dreams. But the times need these moths. ”

Under the street lamps in the first month, it is natural that there are no moths to be seen.

Li Yundao was in the cold wind under the street lamp, sorting out all kinds of things about Pan Lingfeng's murder.

It is impossible for Lotte to kill people, and even if he kills, he will not kill Pan Lingfeng.

Although Pan Guoliang is a nail in the capital to put in Shu, as the coach of one party, Pan Guoliang wants to make achievements in Shuzhong, and naturally the support of the Lejia and Mei families is indispensable. Therefore, Li Yundao thinks that Pan Guoliang should not be really stupid enough to go to Shuzhong to plant a banner to fight against the Le family and the Mei family, the biggest possibility is that this feudal official has already secretly reached some kind of unwritten agreement with the two big families who are deeply involved in Shu, and they hinder each other on the surface, and secretly communicate with each other.

Therefore, with Lotte's high EQ and IQ, even if Pan Lingfeng provokes in public, he will not take it seriously, let alone kill people. To a large extent, the reason why Pan Guoliang connived at his son to work against the descendants of the Le and Mei families was also because he had the intention of letting his son do the things on the bright side.

But now that Pan Lingfeng is dead, Lotte has become a murder suspect, which makes the pattern of Shuzhong, which has just stabilized, once again appear unpredictable variables. Who's behind all this, and what is their purpose?

Li Yundao feels that the most important thing at the moment is to find Lotte's alibi evidence, if someone can prove that Lotte has been away from the scene of the crime somewhere at the time of the crime, this is enough for him to clear his suspicion;

What Li Yundao was most worried about at this time was that the killer Shu Li, nicknamed "Heaven Turning Mouse", had already become a cold corpse at this time, and he didn't know where he was buried in this world. Without the murderer, sooner or later this case will become a headless case.

"You have to see the fat man!" the street lamp dragged his figure for a long time, but he muttered to himself in the cold wind.

Also talking to himself was Lotte, who was less than a kilometer away from Li Yundao at this time, with his hands and wrists being handcuffed to the chair, looking at the dark ceiling: "It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"

The door of the interrogation room opened again, and this time it was not the beautiful criminal police of the criminal investigation team who had just entered, but two members of the criminal investigation team with big shoulders and round waists, who habitually threw the case files on the table, and one of them said viciously: "Name!"

Lotte Qi said: "Isn't it written on the form in front of you, Lotte! "Fat Le's eyesight is indeed very good, and when he sits in the last row with Li Yundao, he can see the vegetable leaves between the professor's teeth on the podium.

Another criminal policeman slammed the table: "Be honest with me! Don't be hippie and smiling, see clearly, confess leniently, resist strictly!"

Le Tianqi said: "Isn't it confession to sit in a lenient prison and resist going home strictly for the New Year?"

"Shut up!" the detective slapped the table again, "It seems that you don't realize the seriousness of this case by now." Intentional homicide is punishable by death in our country!"

Death, for many people, is terrible.

The fat man had a very innocent bitter face: "How many times do you want me to say, you have arrested the wrong person!"

The criminal policeman sneered: "Did you catch the wrong person? If it weren't for you, how could there be your fingerprints on the murder weapon at the scene? We have just taken your DNA and sent it for testing, and there will be results soon." I've seen a lot of criminals like you. I advise you, confess as soon as the evidence is not complete, and we can also help intercede, and give a suspended death sentence, maybe it can become indefinite!"

The fat man's eyes widened: "How is it possible that there are my fingerprints on the murder weapon?" I don't even know where Pan Lingfeng lives...... "Lotte has actually realized just now that this matter is not as simple as he imagined, and it is impossible for the police to arrest people casually. How could it be that there were fingerprints on the murder weapon? Could it be that he was sleepwalking? Or was there really someone trying to frame him?

The criminal policeman said: "On the night of the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, where are you?"

The fat man thought about it, and said suspiciously: "What is the eighteenth day of the first month?"

The criminal policeman said: "It's the 28th of last month!"

The fat man sighed and said, "I meditate in Guangji Temple. ”

The two criminal policemen glanced at each other: "Which Guangji Temple?"

The fat man said: "Do you still have a few Guangji Temples in the capital?"

The detective continued to ask, "Does anyone have proof that you have been in Guangji Temple that night?"

The fat man said: "The Zhiyuan monk in their temple, I said that the Buddha said that the monk is not a monk, but the monk playing chess is not my object, pestering me until one o'clock in the morning, I am too sleepy, I fell asleep in the guest room of their temple." ”

The two criminal policemen looked at each other and smiled, and one of them said: "I expected you to say this, there is still a case here, and there are no clues yet, but since you took the initiative to confess to Monk Zhiyuan, we also have some clues, let's talk about it, how did you kill Master Zhiyuan?"

The fat man's eyes were about to pop out of his frames: "You...... What do you say? We think I'm going to kill Monk Zhiyuan? That's my brother!"

(Or Fanwai, book friends who want to think about Fanwai's "The Biography of Huiyou" pay attention to the public account "Zhong Xingyu".) This is today's seventh watch, do you want to see the eighth watch? Brothers and sisters, let me see the coquettish nature of your monthly pass!)