"Still." Jiang Futing hesitated for a moment, and confirmed in his heart for a moment before speaking: "There is one thing, he shouldn't lie to me." ”

"What's the matter?" Bai Tang asked.

"That Taoist priest saw Lu Changrong for a doctor, and later Lu Changrong's illness was indeed cured." Jiang Futing's voice was low, and his speaking speed was a little slow:

"As for what happened when they met, Li Shang didn't know anything, and I guess he really didn't know, after all, he was so cautious, he definitely didn't want a child to climb this person like him."

"As for the Taoist priest—"

Jiang Futing paused, and his narrow phoenix eyes flashed with a sharp dark light: "He is likely to sell well between Li Shang and Lu Changku, plus what you just said, he is very likely to be ......"

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Futing was stunned, all the clues and speculations in his mind were like fireworks, and they were blown up with powder everywhere.

He immediately looked up, just in time to see half of the head that had crept in.

Lin Jin's gaze coincidentally stopped on the two above.

She looked at Bai Tang, who was confused, and her son, who was about to breathe fire on his face, and suddenly became embarrassed.

didn't even say what he originally planned, and took the door directly and left, "Bang! "The only sound of the door closing in the quiet room remains.

Nothing happened in the short two seconds that Lin Jin opened the door, and until she left, it seemed to be just a fleeting illusion for him.

Jiang Futing understood something from his mother's faint appearance, looked at Bai Tang, and asked, "You didn't come from the main gate?"

Bai Tangpi shook his mobile phone in front of his eyes with a smile, "I don't look at what time it is, so I am embarrassed to disturb your family's dream early in the morning, how can I go to the front door?" ”

His words were reasonable, Jiang Futing was dumbfounded for a while, and sat there, reminiscing about the embarrassment on Lin Jin's face.

Next time, I really have to explain it well, don't be frizzy and open the door and come in with your eyes closed.

Bai Tang thought that he was still sullen because of this, and persuaded him heartlessly: "Anyway, I have to say hello to my aunt, no matter what way he is, you just happened to get up, and I will talk about it later, let's have breakfast first."

"Yes." Jiang Futing was still sitting there, not moving, just looking at him.

Bai Tang was inexplicably looked at: "Look at what I'm doing, I don't change my clothes yet."

Jiang Futing replied lightly: "If you don't go out, how can I change it."

Bai Tang was overwhelmed by his young master's habits, what was there for the two men to twist.

He didn't want to get up from above, scratched his hair, walked out the door, and threw down a sentence: "You have a lot to do."

Waiting for Jiang Futing to go downstairs, Bai Tang and Lin Jinzheng were chatting enthusiastically.

It is true that a person like Bai Tang is already pleasing people, but it is also true that he is working hard to please Lin Jin right now.

When Jiang Futing was still walking the stairs, he could hear their giggling laughter.

From a distance, you can see Bai Tang teasing Lin Jin to tremble, Bai Tang's peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons, as if the sky has broken the opening, and the sun is overflowing.

Until it was time to eat breakfast, the Jiang family's dinner table was unusually noisy.

Jiang Chao couldn't hold Lin Jin down, and Jiang Futing didn't have the ability to hold down Bai Tang.

In the end, it was Lin Ziqing's sudden phone call that saved them from fire and water.

After Jiang Futing hung up the phone, his mobile phone shook, and a mailbox receipt reminder immediately popped up on the lock screen.

He took a sip,

Putting down the cup, he took a cursory look at the download file, and the relaxed posture that was still on his face before had been scattered, and then he said to Bai Tang, who was still talking and laughing, "How are you eating?"

Bai Tang noticed the change in his expression, and the smile on the corner of his mouth narrowed slightly.

But he still finished the topic with Lin Jin very measuredly, and then wiped his mouth: "I've eaten well, you eat slowly."

When Lin Jin saw him stand up, he estimated that there was something wrong with him, and he didn't force him to stay: "What fruit do you want to eat, I'll prepare some for you later."

When Jiang Futing heard this, he turned around and said, "Don't be so troublesome, don't you still have to go to the company, if you want to eat, he will come by himself."

These words didn't treat Bai Tang as an outsider at all, and after speaking, under the gaze of the two, he led people to the room.

If it wasn't for the last resort, he wouldn't have bothered Bai Tang to help him read these materials.

It's really ......

There's so much to do.

On the table was a thick stack of messages that had just been printed out of the study.

This is the life of Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong, in the form of symbols of words, leaping on paper.

As for how thick it is, it is at least about the same as the textbook in Jiang Futing's hand. Forty or fifty sheets of paper were consumed by the front and back.

Bai Tang was holding a few watches in his hand at the moment, with a drowsy face, and he almost wrote the two big characters of sleepiness on his face.

As soon as he saw the dense words on it, he had just finished eating, and he could commit hypoglycemia, and his eyes were full of stars, and he was dizzy.

Jiang Futing had already quickly passed a quarter, he pinched, closed his eyelids, and let his sour eyes rest for a while.

When he opened it again, Bai Tang's whole body shrunk into the seat, and his heavy eyelids didn't know when they closed, leaving just a slit like a thread, receiving the movement outside.

His hand, which held the document, hung lightly to one side, the few pieces of paper in his hand swaying between his not-so-tight fingers.

Jiang Futing pressed the sun and knocked the thick information in his hand on the table.

Bai Tang doesn't know how many years he hasn't had this experience, just like when he went to school and slept in class, he was caught red-handed by the head teacher.

It's still the kind of homeroom teacher who has no iron face.

He was originally on the edge of the dream in a daze, was suddenly woken up, frightened, the paper in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then pretended to pick up the paper immediately, his eyes drifted on the paper: "Where did I see it?"

Jiang Futing didn't have to think about it to know that this person had been sleeping here for a long time, and he didn't read a word.

He rolled the information in his hand into a tube, knocked it twice on the paper that Bai Tang was holding, and said in a strange manner: "What you look at in your dream, can you find it on this paper?"

Bai Tang didn't even want to act, he leaned back, covered his face with paper and gave up on himself, he sighed faintly: "I told you a long time ago, I can't do these things, you have to ask me to help watch one piece, let alone five pictures, now I can't do one."

Jiang Futing originally didn't believe in this evil, just look at the words, how difficult it can be.

He originally thought that no matter how slow it was, he could always read five little by little.

Now this evil is really not good.

Jiang Futing took back the information in his hand with a look of hatred, "Keep dreaming." ”

Bai Tang was relieved, those few pressed on him, which could crush his shoulders, he couldn't wait to roll up, propped his head, and tried to save the face he already had: "You will finish reading it in a while, and when you want me to be a staff officer, call me again."

Jiang Futing didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, maintained his previous speed, and continued to look at ten lines

of looks.

In fact, whether the five are given to Bai Tang or not, he just simply thinks that if a person lives so old and doesn't read things, is it not far from being abolished.

At this moment, Bai Tanghun seemed to have no bones, and his soft limbs were attached to it, like boiled noodles.

By the time Jiang Futing had roughly read the lives of Lu Changku and Lu Changrong, more than half an hour had passed.

He emerged from his state of immersion, a crisp click in his ears, accompanied by a bewildering swallow.

Jiang Futing turned his head sideways, and Bai Tang was lying on it, pillowing his head with one hand, looking at him while eating.

His unrestrained appearance at the moment almost made Jiang Futing's breathing stop.

Jiang Futing didn't care when Bai Tang went downstairs to get the fruit, what he cared about was: "How are you eating up?"

Bai Tang had already gnawed it clean, only one core remained, he picked it up carelessly, made a shooting pose, and threw it into the trash can not far away.

"Poof!" Perfect hollow into the net, in order to praise himself, he also cheekily applauded himself: "It's worthy of me."

After the satisfied self-directed and self-acting, he said to Jiang Futing with a hippie smile: "It's the same to eat there, isn't it not falling too!"

Jiang Futing wanted to say no, but Bai Tang's sincere peach blossom eyes seemed to have fallen into a few stars, flickering.

When the words came to his mouth, he forcibly softened a lot: "There is no next time."

Bai Tang successfully fooled the past, and laughed heartlessly: "Next time, you must pay attention, you must pay attention!"

Jiang Futing didn't continue to worry about him, this would be a serious matter, so he directly took down the stack of materials on the table and held it in his hand.

Bai Tang looked at the paper in his hand, and felt the undigested fruit in his stomach, and began to protest and churn in his stomach.

Jiang Futing divided the information of Lu Changkun and Lu Changrong, "These two people do have a big problem, and the speculation that Lu Changkun may be replaced by Lu Changrong also tells us the answer." ”

As he spoke, he spread out the paper, and every second sheet, there would be a mark made with a red pen.

"This is Lu Changrong's, before he died, every other month, there would be a fixed time to contact a number."

"This is Lu Changku's, two months after Lu Changrong's death, a fixed contact number appeared on him." On the other stack of thicker sheets, only a few of the last few sheets were marked in red.

"If according to our previous speculation, there is only this person, from the former Lu Changrong to the current Lu Changku, and he is the only one who has been guiding in the dark."

"Plus what you didn't finish before eating, make a bold guess." Jiang Futing pondered for a moment and continued, "This person is someone related to the Immortal Sect."

Bai Tang touched his chin, and then followed his words: "If that's the case, the production of dolls is likely to be an exploration idea for them to make corpse puppets in the early days, but later they found that such a method can only make the corpse empty, so it is not carried forward like a corpse puppet." But...... It's a little weird! ”

He changed his words, sat up suddenly, and said with a straight face: "If the puppet method can't achieve the maximum utilization rate for the change and treatment of the corpse, then why is this Lu Changrong still using it now?"

Jiang Futing didn't speculate too clearly, and frowned: "There may be a last resort, he can't stop."

He looked at Bai Tang fixedly: "For example, it will die, or it will be so serious that the soul will be scattered, and then it may be too much evil, break the jar and fall, and go to hell and have no intention of being reborn."