Zhou Bo sent the medicine box over, turned out the band-aid and sent it over, Pei Yun raised his neck lightly, and the man bent over and uncovered the band-stick.

This kung fu, Wen Ziqian hurriedly walked over.

"Minister, Vice Mayor Wang's call!"

"Let him wait!" Tang Mo replied without looking back, and seriously aimed the band-aid at her wound, pasted it, and gently smoothed it, "Where else is it hurt?!" ”

"No, you answer the phone."

Glancing at her up and down, he didn't notice anything unusual, so Tang Moshen turned around and took the phone.

"I'm Tang Moshen...... Okay, I'll come right over. ”

Handing the phone to Wen Ziqian, Tang Moshen turned around, his big hand fell on the top of Pei Yunqing's head, and rubbed it gently.

"You rest early, I guess you'll be back late."

"Uncle, pay attention to safety on the road and come back early."

Pei Yun was well-behaved on the lips, but he was smiling secretly in his heart.

After a day of training and a major operation, now she is so tired that she will fall apart, and if he has to toss her, it will be really unbearable.

Nodding slightly, Tang Moshen strode out of the foyer and sat back in the back seat of the car.

"Go to Nanshan County!"

Nanshan County is the name of a villa community, located in the center of the city, only three blocks away from the first hospital where Pei Yunqing worked.

Lin Zicong, the mayor of Longcheng City, lives in this community.

At this time, the deepest part of the closed mansion was brightly lit, but it was quiet as if it were a cemetery, and only the sound of a woman's crying could be faintly heard from the second floor.

Seeing Tang Moshen's car coming in, Wang Heming, the deputy mayor of Longcheng City, who was waiting in the courtyard with a frown, immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Minister, you're here! I'm sorry to bother you so late......"

"Where are the people?"

Tang Moshen interrupted his boring nonsense, stepped on the steps, noticed the blood flowing down the steps, he raised his eyebrows and raised his feet, and neatly bypassed the blood and stepped onto the steps.

On the steps, there was a black-clad bodyguard lying on his stomach, one hand still on his waist, as if trying to touch the gun, and blood was flowing from his neck.

Through the light, the wound on the bodyguard's neck can be clearly seen.

The incision is straight and neat, and the throat and artery are cut at the same time, and the force and depth are extremely precise.

Sweeping his gaze over the wound on the corpse's neck, Tang Moshen raised his eyebrows and walked into the living room.

"How many people died?"

Wang Heming raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, "There are a total of thirty members of the family, including servants and bodyguards, except for women and children, all of them are dead." ”

Tang Moshen's face was unwavering, "Where are you living?" ”

"Upstairs." Wang Heming stepped past the corpse that was still bleeding on the ground, "I was afraid of destroying the scene, so I didn't dare to move, be careful!" ”

Along the way, there were corpses.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Tang Moshen walked forward, seemingly leisurely, but he didn't even get a little blood on the soles of his shoes.

Sweeping all the way to the corpses on the ground, up the stairs, he glanced around, his gaze faintly swept over the blood splashed on the wall, and stepped onto the second floor.

Without Wang Heming's introduction, he had already heard the cry coming from the end, strode over, and pushed open the door.

It was a study, and the mayor's wife and daughter-in-law, a maid, and three women were hugging and crying.

The young woman was still holding a baby less than six months old in her arms.

"Who saw the murderer?" Tang Mo Shen asked.

Several people were sobbing and still crying, but no one responded.

"Don't cry!"

Tang Moshen raised his eyebrows and snorted.