Yes, those people are behind the times, but they are not stupid. They also sensed that something big was going to happen in the town recently. Since the Buddha's hand, the members of the organization have begun to pack and prepare for evacuation.

Bo Jinyan is right, the Buddha's hand is entrenched in this town, turning it into a lonely town in the middle of the country, and further hindering the communication between the locals and the outside world. If the Buddha's hand occupies this place for a day, they will be backward, poor, and closed forever.

They must be uprooted and eradicated.

At this moment, a figure walked from the corner of the street into the small building where Buddha lived. Dressed in white, he was thin and familiar, and he carried a large medical kit in his hand.

"It's the doctor." Zhao Kun said, "He originally said that he would come back tonight, but now he should be here to treat the boss and Qin Sheng." ”

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao were silent for a while, and Bo Jinyan said, "Keep up!" ”

As time went by, Jian Yao's mind became more and more calm, and the shock brought by the "J" word at first had been replaced by calm analysis and judgment.

Luo Lang is a butterfly killer, there is no doubt about it. The "J" at the scene of Feng Yuexi's death was left by his own hands.

And with his temperament, he will never be in the company of the Mask Killer.

So there is only one answer –

The handwriting can be imitated, not to mention the bloody writing on the wall, and for a while it is difficult for them to distinguish the real from the fake. It must have been the second Mask Killer to disrupt their sight and mood.

So Bo Jinyan just said that this is just a seemingly complicated, but actually simple mystery.

However, when the three of them walked into the inn, Jian Yao's heart couldn't help but be filled with a cold breath. Because they know that they are getting closer and closer to the mask killer, and perhaps, they are only one step away from the final ending.

When the three of them knocked on the door of Song Kun's study, the first thing they smelled was a faint medicinal fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of tea. It was pitch black outside the window, and the house was brightly lit. Song Kun half-leaned in a Taishi chair, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his shoulders. Wen Rong stood beside him, dressed in a not too bright white coat, and was bowing his head to carefully treat his wounds. Qin Sheng sat on the side and waited.

There was kung fu tea brewing on the table, and Song Kun preferred the freshly drawn well water. Every day when the water is delivered, he always makes a pot of tea as soon as possible. At this moment, Qin Sheng was drinking a cup of tea, and at the same time filled the empty teacup in front of Song Kun. Looking up and seeing them, Qin Shengqi said, "Why are you here?" Something? ”

Song Kun and Wen Rong also looked at them. Song Kun's expression was dark, but Wen Rong smiled and nodded gently at them.

Bo Jinyan and the three of them sat down quietly. Zhao Kun took a sip of a cup of tea. Bo Jinyan put his hands on his knees and smiled: "We were at the scene and saw some clues, so we came to report to the boss." ”

Song Kun's face softened a little at this time, and he waved his hand to signal Wen Rong to stop first, and said, "Say it." Qin Sheng got up and handed Bo Jin Yan a cup of tea each.

Bo Jinyan said unhurriedly: "The door lock is good, the window has not been destroyed, and the murderer is an acquaintance of Zhao Jian, that is to say, the people in our organization ......."

He told them what the three people had discovered at the scene one by one in a relatively simple colloquial language. During this period, Jian Yao raised her eyes and looked at Wen Rong without any scruples. He had been in the mountains all day and night before, and his white coat was dusty and stained with a lot of mud, even on his waist. He wore a cardigan and suit pants. The exposed trouser legs were clean, only the cuffs that were close to the sneakers, and there was a little mud splashing. The sleeves of his white coat were soaked in water, and there were some gray-green marks. Jian Yao's mind twitched, and she only felt that there was something extremely important, and she didn't think about it for a while. She picked up the teacup in front of her and was about to take a sip, but suddenly Wen Rong on the other side looked up and smiled at her. The smile seemed to be calm and gentle, but it made her heart numb for no reason......

"Wife......" Bo Jinyan suddenly pulled her hand at this moment, "What else did you find just now?" Hurry up and report it to the boss! ”

Jian Yao didn't expect him to ask so suddenly, came back to his senses, put down the teacup, and was stunned. Seeing that several other men were looking at her, her mind was racing, and then she slowly spoke: "Boss, I don't think it matters whether the murderer is a police officer or not, the important thing is that in his heart, Gu An's death is very important." In private, he has a good relationship with Gu An, and the bohemian Gu An may be like his little brother. That's why after learning of Gu An's death, he killed people so frantically. The police won't do that. If he knew, Gu An was actually deceived by me and our joint design, and we worked together to kill him. He might be even angrier. ”

When she said this, she couldn't take her eyes off Wen Rong.

Wen Rong's gaze was as calm as water.

"Hmm." Song Kun nodded, "That makes sense." He looked at Bo Jinyan and said, "Good job, you continue to investigate." After finding out, I will skin Gu An's accomplice alive and throw it into the river to feed the fish. ”

At this time, Zhao Kun picked up the teacup and wanted to drink it again, and Bo Jin Yan said loudly: "Zhao Kun." Zhao Kun was stunned for a moment, put down the teacup, and Bo Jinyan smiled and said, "Thanks to Zhao Kun today, I made those discoveries just now." Zhao Kun glanced at Song Kun, Song Kun nodded, Zhao Kun smiled and said, "You're welcome." Glancing at the teacup in front of him, he subconsciously looked at Song Kun again.

Jian Yao looked up, the kettle was gurgling, and the tea in front of Song Kun had at least been drunk for the second time. Bo Jinyan sat silent.

Song Kun is not a simple character. In an instant, he was already observing.

His gaze slowly moved to the teapot in front of him, silent.

Qin Sheng, who was beside him, also put down the teacup.

Everyone was quiet, and in the air, it was like a very thin string, tight. Even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. But at this moment, someone suddenly laughed "hehe".

It's Wen Rong!

At that moment, four men drew their guns at the same time. The movements are fast and light, like the sound of a fast bird flapping its wings.

Zhao Kun and Jian Yao's guns were aimed at Wen Rong, and Qin Sheng stood beside Wen Rong, pointing the gun at his forehead.

The gun in Wen Rong's hand was aimed at Song Kun's temple.

"Shhhh......h ”

Song Kun is the number one person in the underworld for half his life, and in such a tense situation, he didn't panic at all. He was silent for a moment, and even picked up the tea in front of him, took another sip, and then asked Wen Rong with a smile: "What did you put in the tea?" Zhao Jian was killed by you? ”

Although he was laughing, his slow voice was not angry and self-threatening.

But Wen Rong was really not afraid at all, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, boss, the poison can't kill people, it's just that I can do something as I want." I killed people. As for why I did this, why don't you ask the ...... across from you? Three cops? (To be continued.) )