At this time, the police. Cha had already controlled the entire third layer, and Wang Kunlun had to put down the short stick in his hand. Suddenly, as if he was crazy, Master Wang picked up a blade on the ground and cut the throat of the scumbag.

"Stop!"

It's too late to stop.

In desperation, a police officer shot Master Wang in the back, and it was very coincidentally hit in the heart.

"Liu, Team Liu, I didn't plan to shoot!"

The officer who fired the shot said nervously.

"You didn't shoot, did I shoot? However, he deliberately killed someone, although you shot at fault, but there is no serious crime, don't worry. “

Team Liu first yelled at him heavily, and then comforted him twice.

Wang Kunlun saw that his eldest son was killed, but his expression changed slightly, and then he endured it, and it didn't seem to be out of control. The entire third floor was taken away for review.

Tang Yi saw this and knew that this matter could be over.

It is said that it is none of their business, whether it is Wang Kunlun or Brother Scum, Tang Yi doesn't know him. In this matter, he was a passerby, and he was not worthy of a master like him to spend too much energy paying attention to.

Any ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, or the power and interests between the mundane, Tang Yida can push everything sideways and crush them all with absolute power.

It's just that after Brother Scumbag appeared, Tang Yi became more curious about this person.

In the real world, martial arts attacks are far less powerful than in movies and television, and if you can defeat the same heavyweight one-on-one, it will be called "real kung fu".

And a master who has undergone high-intensity training can defeat three or five people at most at the same time, which is already a great ability. But this scumbag brother can cut more than a dozen people in a row, and he can only meet his opponent when he meets Wang Kunlun.

It can be seen from this that Brother Scum's ability.

The most important thing is that Tang Yi sensed a familiar aura.

As for Wang Kunlun......

Tang Yi sat on the leather chair, turned around, and secretly thought: "I'm afraid things are not so simple......

First of all, he didn't believe that any father could be so righteous and awe-inspiring that he would hand over his son and let others hack him to death, which was unreasonable. Tang Yi didn't believe that in this era, there were really people who could kill their relatives in righteousness.

Secondly, if Wang Kunlun is really so chivalrous, can he sit and watch his youngest son be a traitor for so many years?

Moreover, the death of the two sons one after the other, if it were an ordinary person, it would be strange if they were not crazy, but Wang Kunlun, just his expression changed a few times, as if he was nothing.

All this is unreasonable.

"Perhaps, he can tell me."

Tang Yi pushed open the window, picked up a withered yellow leaf by the window, and flicked it casually, and the withered leaf slowly drifted away.

……

Cold~

It turns out that before people die, in addition to their increasingly faint consciousness, there is also a feeling, cold!

At first, he could feel the pain in his throat, but gradually, this pain became numb, and the blood in his body flowed out from here little by little, and death was getting closer and closer.

The crowd of people who came and went around didn't care if he was still saved, so they already thought he was dead.

If there is only one reliance, it is the cold ground, which can also give him a trace of support for his dying body. But this dependence is not reliable, gradually, he is confused, he feels that the ground is also spinning, he is like a fire without salary, a source without roots, and he does not know where his soul returns!

"Damn ......"

"Is this what death feels like?"

"At the beginning, Xiaoling, were you so helpless......

"In this life, I didn't protect you, I hope in the next life, I can still ......"

Thinking about it, he felt that the world was dark, and he seemed to be gone.

In the damp sky, a withered yellow fallen leaf, as if it has life, floats above this teahouse, and then falls.

Several people have noticed that on the third floor of this closed teahouse, there is a leaf falling, and this leaf is very eye-catching, making people unconsciously pay attention to it, although it is ordinary, but extraordinary!

The leaves fell on the body of the 'scumbag'.

Jingle bell~

Like the sound of glasses colliding.

The leaves are gone~

Brother scum, it's gone.

On the entire third floor, more than 20 people were stunned.

"What about people, what about people!"

Team Liu was in a cold sweat and yelled at a few people next to him.

The little police officer beside him swallowed his saliva before hesitatingly saying, "Yes, is it that leaf?" “

What did he see, what the hell?

A big living man, oh no, a dead corpse, was actually taken away by a leaf?

He felt that his worldview was collapsing, and the scenes that he could only see in China appeared in the real world.

Not only him, but there are nearly ten police officers on the third floor. Cha, several forensic doctors, and relevant staff all saw this scene.

"What to do...... What to do~"

"By the way, what about the recorder, did you take a picture just now?"

"Report to Team Liu, it's all filmed."

"It's good to shoot it, it's good to shoot~! Otherwise, I can't speak clearly with ten mouths, so I will carefully protect the video, and I will report to the leader later. “

……

Wang Kunlun was questioned at the police station, and a lawyer came, and in less than half an hour, he left the police station.

When he returned to Wang's house, he heard about what happened later on the third floor of the teahouse.

"What, you said that the body of the scum is gone?"

Beside Wang Kunlun, a middle-aged man with eyes told Wang Kunlun about the situation in the teahouse.

This man is about thirty years old, looks polite, named Wang Feifei, and is the most inconspicuous of Wang Kunlun's three sons.

"Er, go and call her for me!"

Wang Kunlun thought for a while and said.

Wang Feifei nodded and walked towards the study.

……

On this day, from the drizzle, gradually getting heavier and heavier, near the evening, the scoop poured down, knowing that it stopped in the middle of the night.

On the second day, after the storm, everything cleared.

Tang Yi left the house, came hundreds of miles away, sat on a stone by the beach, and took out a dead leaf from his purse.

"It's time to wake up, too."

Tang Yi threw the leaves in his hand, and after the leaves fell to the ground, and after a faint ripple in the space, a young man appeared.

Zha Mingli slowly opened his eyes, as if he had come to another world, and gradually saw the illusion around him clearly, suddenly, his whole body was shocked, and he was shocked: "I! "I'm alive!"

He had doubts and joys, but after a blink of an eye, he was a little disappointed.

What's the point of being alive......

looked around and saw Tang Yi sitting on a stone, blowing the sea breeze, looking at the sea with a faint smile.

He frowned slightly, as if there was some familiar feeling, and suddenly, he remembered.

"Is that you?"

"You saved me?"

Yesterday, he was desperate and eager to kill.

Among the people he had seen, only on the second floor of the teahouse, he just saw the young man at a glance, which made his crazy mood produce a moment of peace.