The good weather with no clouds is a good weather suitable for discharge.

Han Mo had already completed the discharge procedures for Jiang Qing and was very happy to lead the people to retreat.

I just didn't see Qianrui who had been sticking to the back of Jiang Qing's buttocks.

"On the big day you were discharged from the hospital, that little girl didn't come to show her face, I think you have fallen out of favor!"

Han Mo put on his sunglasses, handed the tablet spread out on the windshield to Jiang Qing, and then started the car and sped off the road.

Jiang looked at the news on the tablet, from the first to the tenth, there was his enlarged face, and there was a line of capitalized and bold words-

Messenger of love and justice!

Catching a glimpse of the indescribable expression on Jiang Qing's face, Han Mo smiled silently, "Look at what this public relations has done, it's worth the entire public relations department of our Communist Party!" ”

Jiang Qing immediately turned off the tablet and said, "Do you have evidence to prove that this was done by Qianrui?" ”

"There is no evidence, and it is a crime to use power for personal gain, do you understand?"

This was completely insulting his professional ethics, Han Mo frowned and honked his horn twice.

"Didn't you ask me to be an informant too? If memory serves, my name is still on the A-list list of dangerous people, but there is some evidence...... Wouldn't you want to arrest me? ”

"How can you doubt my integrity like this?"

Han Mo glanced at him, although he was telling the truth, he couldn't tell if he saw through it.

"I'm not interested in knowing your character, but I want to see the closing report of the Zhou Yang incident."

"You still want to see the closing report? I still want to see it! The case hasn't been closed until now, okay! ”

Jiang Qing was not affected by this irritability, and said: "Then your efficiency in handling cases needs to be improved, I have been discharged from the hospital, and I haven't seen you find the murderer yet." ”

Han Mo's hand was propped up on the window frame, and one hand was next to the steering wheel, "That's not thanks to you...... That dad who saw the light of day again? ”

Jiang Qing frowned, "Even a person with inconvenient legs and feet can make you helpless, Han sir's realm is not bad." ”

"That's because I respect the old and love the young." Han Mo followed his words and said, "But if Zhou Yang's case is not closed, it doesn't mean that I haven't done anything, it's just that the chain of evidence is not strong enough, I believe that I will be able to clear your suspicion soon." ”

After a pause, he said again: "Don't worry, in the closing report, I will never mention Qianrui for half a word!" You can rest assured! ”

Jiang Qing pondered for a long time and nodded, "You turn around and send me to the old mansion, and prepare a copy of the information about Jiang Yulun that you have investigated." ”

"To you? Are you a supernumerary? ”

Jiang glanced at Han Mo lightly, "Then who do you think is the person who knows Jiang Yulun best in this world?" ”

"Yes, here you got! There is just a lack of information screening in the group, and the informant fee remains the same......"

Han Mo thought about it, and suddenly turned around and sent people away.

The old house of the Jiang family is built on a mountain, and you can see the cliff below from the balcony, and you will always see the most brilliant and dazzling rainbow at the beginning of the sunny day after the rain.

At the beginning, Jiang Yulun fell from here.

There was no broken bones, and it was incredible for him to think about it.

On the cloudy mountain top, dark and gloomy as far as the eye can see, Jiang Qing stood on the balcony on the third floor, the hollow iron railing rusty.

His hand was removed from the railing, and his palm peeled off a patch of red rust.

"Guro——! Bone ——! ”

The wheelchair crushed the blown tree seeds on the marble floor tiles, sliding a purple-black track.

Before he could stop, a dagger fell from his neck.

The sharp sword clung to the bumpy skin between the neck, chilling.

Jiang Yulun's eyelids trembled, and his voice was hoarse as always, "It's disrespectful to treat my father." ”

"In the twenty-seven years since his death, I have shown great respect to my father."

Jiang Qing was probably tired, and withdrew the hand holding the dagger.

A parabola streaked through the air, and the dagger fell deep into the mountains, without a sound.

"I'm alive now...... Shouldn't you be happy for me? Father who came back from the dead...... Born an ominous ghost...... Who would have thought that this world would be wonderful? ”

The corners of Jiang Yulun's mouth spasmed and rose, and the muscle clusters that had lost nerve control were full of terrorism.

The evil spirits that crawl out of hell love to bite people's fragile throats the most.

Pity......

Jiang Qing's throat is made of wood, even if it is bitten through by the longest fangs, it will not rush blood when it is pulled out, at most it will only fly sawdust.

It also the devil's eye sockets.

Jiang Qing also wanted to laugh, but he felt that he couldn't control the movements.

"The world is not always wonderful, tragedy is the norm, it seems that you don't understand."

"Understood, how could you not understand?" The curvature of the corners of Jiang Yulun's mouth became more and more weird, and his rapid breathing made him breathless, but a young man wearing a mask came forward to comfort him in the dark, and then slowly calmed down.

"Isn't my current fate the tragedy itself? Possible...... Is it not necessary that there will be a comedy development? ”

"There won't be such a possibility, I will not allow it."

"Hehehehe......" Jiang Yulun's strange smile drifted in the wind, "When did you become the embodiment of justice?" If I'm not mistaken, for the sake of my good brother, can the human lives you carry on your body add up to fill this house? ”

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more frenzied, and he was agitated in his wheelchair, and his flesh twitched.

"Twenty-seven years ago, how lively this house was, my happiness and joy were here, and my misfortune and death were also here, just because of you! You've killed my wife! You killed her! ”

"Why wasn't it you who died? Why not you?! ”

"Then you should kill me, not Zhou Yang, not Qianrui." Jiang said lightly.

"Yes, yes, yes...... I should have killed you, but how sad your mother would have been! How could I do such a thing? ”

Jiang Qing looked at the man in front of him, and his tone became more and more urgent, like a raging fire, which can indeed burn people to ashes, but ......

He can't become ashes, only a piece of black coal.

"Mother is dead, she won't be sad anymore."

"For your sake, she'll ...... Let me think, could she not have died, just like me? ”

Will it?

Jiang Qing also had the hope of such a fluke, but it was impossible.

Mothers and fathers can never be the same.

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the dark, Jiang was stunned and raised his eyes.

"Good afternoon, don't mind my absence in the morning?"

The bright smiling face dispelled the gloom, if you ignored the syringe she still held in her hand, and the masked man who fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

"It's you?!" The white under Jiang Yulun's eyelids all rolled out, and his eyeballs were terrifyingly protruding.

Jiang Qing looked at Jiang Yulun's frightened look, in addition to being surprised, he also felt a little interesting.

"It's me, it seems that you must miss me more than Teacher Jiang, otherwise, why are you so disobedient?"