"Ahem!" Prison Painting blushed and coughed for a while, and Xue Yan withdrew his hand. The two of them didn't know how to react for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

At this time, the two happened to walk to a wonton shop outside the community. Prison Painting walked in with Xue Yan, ordered two bowls of wontons and a basket of xiaolongbao, and sat down.

"Well, you just said, what did you want to do when you asked the leader yesterday to investigate the matter of chasing out the corpse?" Xue Yan was the first to speak, breaking the silence between the two.

"Oh, that's it." He bit his lip, trying to ignore the embarrassing scene just now. "That leader is called Yellow Tiger. Huang Hu is a member of the East Tiger Society, and according to his description, their eldest brother Biao is very taboo about Shentu Bei. I think that Brother Biao either has something to ask for Shentu Bei, or he has something in Shentu Bei's hands. Brother Biao has some power in Jiangcheng and even in the Jiangnan area, and I want to borrow his hand. ”

Xue Yan glanced at the prison painting, and seemed a little surprised: "Prison painting, do you want that Biao brother to help you find out the truth, or let him help you take revenge?" ”

"Both."

"But he was a mortal after all. Even if he can help you find out the truth, when you know who the murderer is, you can just go directly to the sinner and ask for his life, why do you need such trouble? ”

The prison painting was silent for two seconds, and said solemnly to Xue Yan: "I know, I have also thought about this question. But stabbing the enemy, taking the soul of the soul, and making them go to the underworld to be punished, these are only the causes and effects of these sinners after their deaths. But how should the souls of those who are alive be placed? The revenge I want is not as simple as making people pay for their lives. They regard human life as a mustard, they can ignore human life for the sake of profit, and rely on their own identity and money to easily ruin people's families. I just want to prove it to them, to the world, and to myself, that the right to speak will not always be in the hands of money and power! If the Heavenly Dao ignores it, I will come to perform the Heavenly Punishment for the Heavenly Dao, and use their own way to let them know what it means to do too much injustice and kill themselves! ”

The appearance of prison painting at this time is particularly serious and dazzling. There was a dazzling light in her eyes, a belief based on a certain belief. He loved her the way she was. Compared to the poor woman who complained about it four hundred years ago, the prison portrait is now a sturdy tower, towering, slim, and indestructible.

He knew that it was a knot that she had buried in her heart for thousands of years. The grievances of every life have been precipitated in her soul, but they have all been lost to her unyielding and stubbornness. Four hundred years later, her face was blurred in his memory, and even her name had to be reminded to make some impressions, but he still remembered the glance between his eyebrows when he first saw her. It was that kind of strength in his bones that shook his heart that had been cold for tens of thousands of years.

"Whatever you want, just do it." Xue Yan looked at her with gentle eyes. "If you can't do it yourself, leave it to me. You have to remember that you are not alone. ”

A fresh breeze blew outside the door, bringing with it the scent of gardenias. At this time, the prison painting suddenly remembered the flower language of gardenias: a lifetime of waiting.

This damn romance! She's a pragmatist, okay? Why do you want to do this? Does this make her flustered and unsure of where to put it? What the hell is this man trying to do? Early in the morning, don't let people live in peace?

"Prison painting, your face is very red, isn't it uncomfortable?" Xue Yan asked.

The prison painting glared at her with a red face, but it was not a deterrent at all, it looked more like a coquette, and Xue Yan's heart trembled.

"Xue Yan, let me ask you, you tell me honestly." The prison painting pouted, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Four hundred years ago, were we ......?"

Her face was almost red to the base of her neck, but she still asked. When Xue Yan saw this picture, an impulse surged in his heart, wanting to reveal the relationship between the two.

"Let's ......" Xue Yan hesitated slightly, his slender fingers quietly moved forward, grabbing the two fingers that were firmly drawn.

The prison painting suddenly burned all over his body, and he scolded secretly in his heart: This Xue Yan, with such good means, looks like a master of flirting, it seems that he must have had a leg with him four hundred years ago. What to do? Will he and him renew their relationship or rekindle the old relationship?

At this moment, he heard an angry voice in the sea: "What are you two doing?!" ”

As soon as the prison painting was nervous, the green soul that was jumping in her sea of consciousness was released. Fortunately, when the green soul first came out, his hands were gaseous, and he was not seen by others. Otherwise, a child of his size suddenly jumped out of the air, which would inevitably cause a wave of riots.

"Hands! Loosen! Although the green soul was in a state of resentment at this time, both the prison painting and Xue Yan could feel his anger. The prison painting was a little weak, and immediately retracted his fingers into the palm of his hand. Xue Yan refused, and directly opened his hand, wrapped the entire fist of the prison painting in the palm of his hand, and grabbed it tightly.

Prison Painting secretly glanced at Xue Yan, saw Xue Yan's eyes shook his head at her firmly, and pulled her hand into his arms, and said: "Qing Soul, I know that there are some things that you can't get over, but the matter has come to this, we can only look forward." The world itself is not for one person, and it will not always be satisfactory. Sometimes, you have to learn to accept it. Because even if you don't accept it, what should happen, will still happen. You know what I'm talking about. ”

The green soul was still twisted into a handful of shapeless gas, floating in the air, and snorted stubbornly and coldly: "Even if it was four hundred years ago, it was useless if I didn't accept it, what can I do now?" I'm just angry, I can't even be angry now?! You're Lord Hades, you're amazing! ”

Xue Yan, who was stunned by the green soul, had nothing to say, so he had to sigh, and the hand that grabbed the fist of the firm painting did not mean to let go at all. He felt that even his toes might be red at this point. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Xue Yan grabbed it tighter, and she had to complain in a low voice: "Why are you doing it, there are so many people!" ”

Xue Yan looked around, and sure enough, he saw that the diners around him were all smiling and looking at them, talking in a low voice. He was embarrassed to see the prison painting, so he withdrew his hand.

Regarding their relationship 400 years ago, prison painting has not been able to get an accurate answer. She can be sure of one leg, to what extent, she doesn't dare to ask again. If she continued to ask, Xue Yan couldn't help herself, and then put a big move, wouldn't she be taken down in one fell swoop?

Thinking of this, the prison painting timidly glanced at Xue Yan, glared at the green soul again, and said to the green soul alone through his thoughts: "Go find a place to change your body, come and eat together!" What kind of anger in the early morning, children's families, be careful of high blood pressure! ”

The green soul glanced at his incoherent master speechlessly. He knew that as soon as the prison painting met Xue Yan, it would only be eaten, which was the case four hundred years ago, and it is still like this now. It's very difficult to be a family member of your own mother's family!

Soon, the green soul walked in from outside the door in a physical state, and as soon as he sat down beside the net prison painting, he glared at Xue Yan fiercely.

Xue Yan smiled helplessly. At this time, the owner of the wonton shop brought two bowls of wontons and a basket of xiaolongbao. Xue Yan pushed the wonton in front of the prison painting and the green soul and said, "You eat first, I'll order another bowl." ”

Qing Soul unceremoniously picked up the wonton, and said angrily: "A little favor is like buying me, no way!" ”

Xue Yan couldn't laugh or cry at his childish behavior. Prison Painting really didn't want to be surrounded by this kind of atmosphere with electricity and sparks at all times, so he quickly changed the topic and asked Qing Soul, "Did you find anything last night?" ”

"Yes." Qing Soul nodded, regardless of whether it was hot or not, he stuffed five wontons into his mouth at once, and drank a large mouthful of soup before he spoke: "I checked all the personal places of Jiangbei Ying and Feng Sha, and I didn't find any traces. Later, I checked Chen Chong again. ”

"Chen Chong didn't have any evidence in his hands, but there was a recording, which should have been recorded in Feng Sha's office after the incident."

"What does the recording say?"

Chen Chong should have been prepared, so he specifically mentioned in the recording that he killed his uncle and aunt for Feng Sha. Feng Sha said that his original words were just for Chen Chong to deal with the two people, and as for how to deal with them, he did not elaborate. Chen Chong killed someone completely because he misunderstood what he meant. Therefore, Feng Sha was already very merciless when he didn't denounce him, and the reward or anything didn't exist at all, because he had never instructed Chen Chong to kill people. ”

Chen Chong was very angry after hearing this, and mentioned that Feng Sha asked him to go to the magic pen decoration company in order to frame his uncle. Chen Chong probably didn't know that this matter was related to Jiangbei Ying, and Jiangbei Ying was not mentioned in the whole conversation. However, I can spy on one of Feng Sha and Jiangbei Eagle, and if they come into contact, I can listen to them. ”

"Is the tape back?" Prison painting asked.

"Of course, it's in your mailbox. Don't worry, I'll do it, he won't find any traces. ”

By the way, as long as it is related to words, the green soul can control it as he wants. The Internet, computers, programming or something, doesn't it have something to do with words? Prison Painting suddenly felt that the green soul might still have the potential to be a hacker.

"Have you checked the chat history between Jiangbei Ying and Feng Sha? Have they been in contact a lot lately? ”

"Checked, not much."

"It's okay." A smile appeared on his lips. "They just need an opportunity."

Qing Soul instantly understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Then give them a chance." ”

Xue Yan smiled and looked at the radiant appearance of the prison painting, but did not speak. As for the matter of revenge in prison, he knows that he is not good at interfering too much. It was a knot in her heart, and only by letting her do it herself could she completely end it.

"I still say the same thing, just do it, if you can't do it, leave it to me." Xue Yanyun said lightly, picked up a xiaolongbao with chopsticks, put it to his mouth, blew it, and handed it to the mouth of the prison painting.

Prison Painting subconsciously opened her mouth, and the xiaolongbao that still had Xue Yan's temperature slipped into her mouth like this, until she heard the coughing sound of the green soul, and Prison Painting realized what had just happened, and suddenly her face was red again.

This man can't be easily provoked in the future, poisonous!