"Is the Seventh Master in trouble?" After the person left, Ren Yan asked.

Cheng Huiyu is simple-minded and soft-minded, and her joy and anger have always been in her eyes: "There are some, very tricky." ”

Ren Yan asked again: "The seventh master is a reporter, will he encounter danger when he writes articles?" ”

Cheng Huiyu smiled reluctantly: "The pen of the literati is more powerful than the gun of the warrior, they are afraid, because they are afraid, they will go crazy." ”

Who are they, Ren Yan doesn't quite understand, and why are they afraid?

She said things she didn't understand and couldn't ask.

Soon the whole family became nervous, the fourth aunt's banquet stopped halfway, and a car was arranged at the door to send the ladies away, and the car of the old man disappeared into the night.

Cheng Shi'an was not there, and Cheng Huiyu's manpower was limited, so he seemed to be in a hurry.

Waiting for her to come back from the courtyard gate, she held Ren Yan's hand: "My father answered the phone just now and went to the office, and the family will not be allowed to stay at home tonight, so I can't help you." ”

Ren Yan patted the back of her hand: "I've been here for a long time, it's time to go back, take care." ”

Cheng Huiyu asked someone to bring her the food with two food boxes, and instructed before going out: "No matter who you meet, don't talk about tonight's incident, and don't mention Brother Gu Shi." ”

Ren Yan nodded.

The car went away, and Cheng Huiyu was still standing in the door. The lantern on the gate was dim, and it didn't give her any light.

Ren Yan got out of the car and went home with two food boxes.

The tofu mother-in-law came to visit the girl, I don't know how sooner or later she will come back, she is the only one left in the courtyard, and she is about to be affected by the incident of the family, and the dark road looks panicked.

Ren Yan relaxed his hands and feet and jumped home, sniffing the fragrance in the food box with the tip of his nose, and almost plunged his head into it.

She was dizzy with hunger, and in a trance she saw three black shadows jumping over and over, muttering in the alley as if looking for something; She stood under the old tree and didn't dare to move the place, probing her brain.

This probe revealed a person.

Under the old tree is a big stone pier, where Wu Sihai often likes to squat, and now there is a man in a suit who is sitting against her, face to face.

What Ren Yan recognized first was the square buckle on his cuffs, and he found Shi Qing's one in the back kitchen of Hongpheasant Hall.

She looked familiar, and then looked up—

Ooh!

Gu Tingwen heard that half of his face was full of blood, his broken hair was all on his forehead, and he was staring at her gloomily without glasses, and the cold air could drill her eyes.

She was so frightened that her face was wooden, her nose and mouth were covered in the palm of her hand by Gu Tingwen, and she almost fainted with the smell of blood.

Gu Tingwen frowned.

She nodded.

The two reached a consensus, and Gu Tingwen spread his hand away.

As soon as she put her hand away, the girl ran away, and jumped over to the small alley in the oblique thorn, and in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Gong disappeared.

Are you scared?

Gu Tingwen laughed and supported the old tree with his elbow.

The alley was silent in an instant, and the people who were chasing him disappeared cleanly.

The night stretched out the time, and he stood there, waiting for life or death.

In the face of death, it doesn't make much difference whether his surname is Gu or not.

With his back to the endless darkness, he was silent, wiping the blood from his lips—

Someone came.

The figure is thin and small, looking around against the wall, like a weird little mouse, Shi'an once had no intention of talking about it seriously, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Gu Tingwen smiled.

The little mouse came back with his hands and feet, picked up the two food boxes with one hand, slapped him under the armpit with the other, and lifted his back—

"I've lured people away for the time being, maybe I'll come back sooner or later, can I still walk, it's just two steps away from home."

The little mouse was thin and weak, and his strength was great, and he dragged him all the way back to the courtyard.

The bolt was dead, and Ren Yan listened to the meeting on the door: "There is no movement yet-"

As soon as he turned his head, the two of them were next to each other, and their faces were together.