Half an hour later, the result of the technology made him overjoyed, the flower on the woman's shoulder was indeed a seven-colored flower. But they couldn't determine whether the flower was a mark left by the T-tissue of the year or an ordinary tattoo.

To determine the origin of this flower, you can only find the person in the photo.

Not long after, a senior police officer of the Sixth National Security Division, who was sunbathing on the beach for his annual leave, received a secret order from his superiors to immediately end his vacation and participate in an investigation mission.

The task was urgent and urgent, and the young officer immediately packed his bags and entered a tense state of work.

Today is the death day of Yilan, and at this time of the year, Mo Yao's mood is always very heavy, and for seventeen years, without exception. Beiying's car hadn't arrived yet, and he was sitting alone in the spacious office, the sun outside the window was dazzling, but he couldn't dry the haze in his heart.

On the large Nanmu table, there are two invitations, one is the invitation to the Sumi Film Festival, and the other is the annual charity gala of JH International, the assistant said that the two invitations have been sent for a long time, and the date is the same day.

The invitation to the Sumi Film Festival was expected by Mo Yao. When she was very young, she showed her talent for photography, when a DSLR camera was bigger than her face, and she ran around the world with the camera, and he followed her closely, and when she was tired of running, he helped her carry the camera on her back.

Yilan said that her biggest dream is to participate in the Sumi Film Festival and exhibit her works in D City.

"Elan, I've made your wish come true for you, do you see it?"

Mo Yao held his pockets with both hands, and his voice was sad enough to make him smell sad and listen to tears.

He stands in front of an image called "Jungle at Sunset," which was shot by Elan when he was 6 years old. In the painting, the sun sets, the tall trees are towering, the green leaves are in groups, a beautiful scenery, there are two small shadows on the ground, head to head, small hands holding small hands, leading people to reverie.

Regardless of the shooting angle or the idea of composition, it does not look like the work of a 6-year-old.

It was Lan's 6th birthday, and Mo Yao used the pocket money given by her mother to buy her a LeicaS 100-year limited edition SLR camera. When he gave her the camera, she spent the whole afternoon in the back mountain as if she had obtained a rare treasure.

Lang Lang's laughter is still in his ears, but things are not people for many years, Mo Yao smiled bitterly, turned around and walked towards another work.

He walked away, and Dong Yilan dragged Dong Cheng Orange, who looked like a koala cub, to the front of the painting. Compared with Dong Yilan's energetic appearance, the little sweet orange's wilted head and head looked like people were forced to come by the neck with a knife holder.

In fact, Sweet Orange was indeed forced by the threat of East Israel to accompany her to the exhibition.

Yesterday he was bored for a while, staring at the defense system of a security department, and ran to other people's territory to call for battle, and when they were annoyed, several security directors went into battle and fought with him in turn for a night, and today when Dong Yilan shouted at him to get up, he had just fallen asleep.

He refused to get up, and Dong Yilan threatened, "If you can't afford it, I'll tell you about secretly being the head of information security!" ”

Sweet Orange cried and got up from the bed.

Dong Yilan dragged him for only one purpose, afraid that he would not be reliable in modifying the ticket purchase information, but when he came, he found that after taking the ticket and entering the house, a series of procedures were completed, and the smoothness was beyond her imagination.

I knew I wouldn't have carried this little oil bottle.

It is estimated that Dongcheng Cheng Cheng will vomit blood when he hears this.

"Sister, you're all in, let me go home, right?" Little Orange was reluctant to drag Dong Yilan's backpack, first, for fear of being sleepy and losing it again, and second, she was really unwilling to spend her own effort to walk.

"You follow me honestly, don't go out to take a taxi by yourself!" At the order of the royal sister, Little Sweet Orange's face immediately turned into a sour lemon.

Bored to follow behind Dong Yilan, he is keen on the electronics industry, the Internet, these pictures and paintings, too literary things are not interested, this way down, no interest, yawning constantly.

In the jungle at sunset, Yilan suddenly felt a light in her eyes, and a sense of déjà vu came to her heart, which made her stop in front of this photo.

Boom!

The little sweet orange who was yawning was distracted for a while, and when she bumped into Dong Yilan's body, her feet shook, and she was bounced back two steps, and after standing firmly, she raised her eyes and looked at her sister with disdain, and muttered with a chubby little mouth: "I don't know how to say anything about brakes." ”

Dong Yilan Zheng was engrossed in staring at the picture on the wall, her serious appearance, quiet and peaceful, and her body exuded a unique light.

Mo Yao was attracted by this sudden aura, and couldn't help but look over here.

Under the incandescent light, he seemed to see the grown up Yilan, who was standing in front of him admiring his works, the white incandescent light sprinkled on her long black hair, and the eyelashes covered her with a thin veil like cicada wings, time seemed to stand still, as beautiful as a dream.

"...... Lan" He almost called out her name, but at this moment, the mobile phone rang, he lowered his head and turned off the phone, and when he looked up again, there was still the shadow of Lan.

Perhaps, hallucination, the bitterness at the corners of the mouth is a little heavier.

It was late afternoon before the festival began, less than an hour before the opening of JH International's annual Star Charity Gala.

As a man who reigns supreme in the dark world, Mo Yao is not very interested in charity, he does the business of killing people and setting fires, even if he does more good deeds and accumulates more virtues, it is estimated that it will not be enough to offset the sins he has created.

Therefore, he will do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and let them go to those who may go to heaven, because the road to heaven is so crowded that he wishes to go to hell with his head held high.

But Dong Chuwei's face, he is not good not to give.

Although he is worried about Zhang Xian's matter, he still has to get by on face before finding out the facts.

When Mo Yao's Rolls-Royce arrived at the JH International Hotel, the front of the hotel was surrounded by fans on the third floor and the outer three floors, and even the vehicle passage left by the traffic police was overpowered by enthusiastic fans, who held name tags with the names of idols in their hands, shouting and cheering frantically, and the periphery had basically entered a state of uncontrollable zhì, and the situation was chaotic.

His car was forced to stop early, escorted by Beiying and several other security personnel, and entered the venue on foot.

At the entrance of the pedestrian passage, Mo Yao bumped into a person head-on, and the compelling momentum of the comer made him have to raise his head.

Looking at each other, there was a murderous coldness between his eyebrows, the gloom at the end of his eyes, and the sharpness of a blade, he didn't need to speak, and the momentum made people have to surrender.

People feel the same way.

Who is he?

Looking at each other's eyes, each has a little more inquiry, just like two beasts that meet unexpectedly, they will always leave time for themselves to estimate the strength of the other party.

In a moment, Mo Yao automatically took a step back and gave way to the way, not a retreat, but just a kind of goodwill in a sense, people like them would not rashly offend a person who didn't know the details.

The other party lowered his head, smiled and greeted, thanking Mo Yao for his courtesy, and then strode in.

"Seventh Master ......" Beiying wanted to say something, but Mo Yao raised his hand to stop him, and the group also followed towards the party scene.

Every year, the scene of the JH International Charity Gala is full of bright stars and shining stars, and this year is no exception, there is no shortage of first-line stars at home and abroad, actresses compete for beauty, and male stars are not far behind, all of them are dressed in style and style, and some of them are amazing Cheng dù even overshadowed the actresses, so some big names began to joke, saying that it is no wonder that it is becoming more and more difficult to gain a foothold now, and men are more enchanting than women.

Mo Yao just walked to the front of the red carpet, when he heard a commotion outside, to be exact, it was a commotion that was a level higher than the madness, after the commotion, the traffic police and security guards built a passage with a human wall, and two sharp headlights shot straight over, like a magic spell sweeping the crowd, and instantly quieted down.

Mo Yao stopped and watched the limited edition Maybach slowly driving in like a good show, the person who can put on such a big score and make so many people get out of the way is probably the owner of JH International.

Since Mrs. Dong made a stunning appearance on the red carpet one year, and then only Mrs. Dong was the only one who accompanied Dong Chuwei every year, and it is estimated that there is nothing to look forward to this year, Mo Yao turned around and continued to walk towards the sign-in area.

Wow......

As the doors opened and closed, the crowd erupted in gasp and exclamation.

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, and his body turned back again, this time his eyes were not tight, and his heart beat unbalanced, and he almost stood unsteadily. The woman who was holding Dong Chuwei was the little slave he bought in Mexico, the broken woman who lied to him and said that it was called Chu Qiao!

Dong Yilan appeared in a Chinese red costume, enchanting like a blooming peony flower, she held Dong Chuwei's arm with one hand, greeted the media with the other, and behaved in words and deeds, as if she was a noble atmosphere only a famous lady.

Chu Wei in the east, blue in the east......

"Heh......", Mo Yao smiled coldly, with self-deprecation that was difficult to hide, no wonder he always felt that there was something wrong with her, it turned out that it was the arrogance in his bones, which he had been ignoring. Thinking about it, the first time they met, he took her to participate in the transaction negotiations, and the momentum of that occasion would have been scared if it had been an ordinary woman, but her face only changed slightly, and she quickly watched them bargain calmly, just like watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west.

He couldn't find out the origin of Dong Yilan even after trying his best, and now he could explain that with Long Xuan's strength, it was easy to hide a person's information.

"Seventh Master, who is ...... Miss Chu. Even Beiying, who has been silent and thunderous, can't calm down.

"Her surname is Dong." Mo Yao sneered, Zhang Xian secretly chased and killed, Dong Yilan changed his name and surname to try to get closer, what did Dong Chuwei want to do? Even his daughter didn't hesitate to get in, which was really eye-opening for him.

But the seven-colored flowers on her shoulders ...... What is the connection between Dong Chuwei and that mysterious organization?