Leaving Li Wei to take care of Brother Lai.

Zeng Jingheng, Yang Tian, and Ah He got out of the car and went to chase the fugitive.

First, he inspected the abandoned Land Cruiser, and after making sure that the other party was not suspicious, he pretended to flee and was actually hiding in the car.

Zeng Jingheng: They began to chase in a general direction.

Although none of them are olfactory abilities.

But the other party fled so quickly, obviously it also stimulated the darkness energy in the body.

Therefore, there will inevitably be a residual breath of energy.

That kind of aura is not substantial, but it can be perceived by the same kind.

And it just so happened that Zeng Jingheng and the three of them were all extremely sensitive to the same kind of atmosphere.

So, I won't let you escape!

This is already a suburban area, chasing along the residual breath of nothingness, and in the gradually brightening sky, the surrounding Qiē looks a little desolate.

The person being chased was obviously also an extremely cunning guy.

At the same time, calm and calm.

This can be seen from the previous violent car chases.

Although he was forced to flee, he looked panicked at all.

His walking path is jumbled and completely confusing.

The footprints on the ground also come and go, and if someone really follows his footprints, then it is basically impossible to trace him.

Fortunately.

Zeng Jingheng could smell the invisible aura he emanated.

"Who do you think it will be?" In the rapid jumping, Ah He suddenly said.

Who will it be?

In fact, at this moment, this place, in fact, everyone has the answer in their hearts.

Over here......

But Tsuen Wan.

But Zeng Jingheng obviously didn't want to speak.

Yang Tian, on the other hand, was still a little puzzled.

In fact, shouldn't the most unacceptable thing be Ahe?

He personally verified that the answer was no.

And now......

"Doro-" About twenty minutes later.

Zeng Jingheng: They stopped in front of a building.

There are no surprises, or rather, they are expected.

Always, no one was surprised.

The guiding direction of the breath is the old house of the Ni family.

Ni Yuping.

"Isn't that too obvious, you say? It seems to be ......" and Ni Yuping is the most communicative A He said.

He probably still didn't believe it.

Because most people, always feel that seeing is believing.

However, at this time in Zeng Jingheng's mind, that sentence flashed again.

Get rid of all the impossible, no matter how unacceptable the rest of the conclusions may be, it is the truth.

Conan Doyle was really a wise man.

Thinking like this, Zeng Jingheng and the others stepped on the morning light and walked into this long-standing manor that had existed for many years.

Embrace the possibility of fighting, or silence.

There were already birds in the distance, and I don't know if I felt the approaching killing intent.

It's just that before Zeng Jingheng and the others walked into the manor, the ironing old British butler had already stepped out first.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Or that impeccable smile, as if the sun had been standing still on this old man, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

He also seemed to not feel the turbulent momentum that Zeng Jingheng and they were carrying.

"Not yet." Zeng Jingheng shook his head, but he didn't have to be too fierce to him, after all, even if he was going to turn his face and kill someone in the next moment, he didn't have to speak ill of him, "I don't know if you, dear old butler, anticipated our visit and prepared some extra for us?" ”

Being able to maintain a little etiquette is actually a kind of respect for the opponent.

"What about Richard? Up? Zeng Jingheng asked with a smile, looking around.

The smell of those kinders has faded here, maybe the other party has just taken a shower, changed into new clothes, and is now sitting in the hall, drinking a cup of hot coffee?

"Oh, of course, Richard wakes up early every day, he's working in the back now, gentlemen, if you're here to check security." The old butler didn't bother anything, but said with a still graceful demeanor, "Then come with me for a little breakfast, Richard will have a little more to come." ”

Zeng Jingheng and they are at the moment, so naturally they will not refuse.

Take things as they come.

Just look at this young master Yuping, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

Following the old housekeeper into the old house of the Ni family, Zeng Jingheng looked at the old housekeeper's extremely rigorous and unsurpassed steps.

I can't help but think, isn't this incomparably gentle old butler the same kind of person?

Sitting in the living room, holding steaming coffee, Zeng Jingheng and the others looked out of the large floor-to-ceiling window, Ni Yuping, who was sweating like rain.

He was almost exactly the same as when I first met him.

is still so elegant and calm, handsome and compelling.

Wielding his hoe in the morning light, he couldn't tell at all that he had just returned from the night on the run.

Is it too well disguised?

Zeng Jingheng involuntarily began to feel the breath in this hall, Ni Yuping has lived here for many years, there must be, more or less, there will be a residual smell.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

It seems that the other party is as strict as ever, except for those smells left along the way.

"Dear old butler, with all due respect, have you encountered anything strange in the recent past?" Or Ah He, he may have been in this house on that night filled with the smell of gunpowder, and he has a special affection for these people here, and he can't help it, and he still wants to prove what he wrote.

"Strange things? It seems ......" The old housekeeper handed over the snow-white napkin, still smiling and shaking his head, "No, we have been living very stable, but I heard that Mr. Ni is not very good?" ”

Zeng Jingheng just smiled at this.

At this time, Ni Yuping outside stopped working and found Zeng Jingheng and his party in the house.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and still smiled apologetically at them outside the room as if they had met for the first time.

Then he began to step along.

Showdown, from now on.

Although Zeng Jingheng and the others were still sitting at the dining table with coffee, their momentum, everyone's momentum, including the reluctant Ah He, was still improving their momentum.

Maybe the chaos will happen in the next moment.

Anyone can be an enemy, including the old butler who was ironing them coffee a moment ago.

Or the maid serving the omelette?

In short, the decisive battle is coming.

Ni Yuping.

Dear Richard, are you the last one?

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