Shen He: The place they sent over was an abandoned old courtyard on the outskirts of Beicheng, and the waist-high dead grass in the yard made people's heads ache just by looking at it.

There was a car parked in front of the old house, but there were rut marks everywhere, grinding the frozen mud strangely.

At the door of the main house, Shen He sat casually at the door smoking a cigarette, and there were already cigarette butts piled up on the ground.

Recently, he has been smoking more and more frequently, and if he continues like this, he may really get pneumonia, what if he dies young?

As soon as he thought of this, he nodded another one worriedly.

"What's the situation?"

When he looked up, a man and a woman came in at the door, and they were the ones he was waiting for.

"Last night,

"She, see the subtle and know the murderer. 》Chapter 52 Weird Flowers are hitting in your hands, please wait a moment,

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