Tang Wanyue said boldly, could it be that our suspicions were wrong, the person who stole the treasure pillow was not Gao Dahai at all?

I shook my head, "We found the small leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads in Gao Dahai's shop, which are exactly the same as the Buddha beads on the broken hand, indicating that this person is involved." ”

Besides, Gao Dahai, as the store manager, may not be the real talker, but may also be the backstage financier. The relationship between the two is like that of a manager and chairman of a company.

As soon as we wanted to investigate Gao Dahai, he was killed in advance, which just proves that there is a behind-the-scenes instigator who kills Gao Dahai, one can blame others, and the other can destroy the evidence.

I asked Tang Wanyue carefully, does his father have any enemies on weekdays? Tang Wanyue pondered for a moment and said no, now I really have no choice.

The two sat opposite each other in the store, and before they knew it, it was evening.

Tang Wanyue listened to my advice and separated the antique shop from the private residence, but because she couldn't find a suitable house for a while, she stayed in the hotel temporarily during this time.

I live in a double room with the fat man, and the Tang mother and daughter live in a double room, with a wall in the middle to facilitate care.

But tonight, standing at the door, Tang Wanyue suddenly wandered in front of the door, bowed her head and looked shy, saying that she didn't want to disturb her mother, who had already slept, the fat man didn't come back tonight, so it was better to sleep with me in the same room number, anyway, there were two beds.

I was stunned for a moment and quipped, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?

Tang Wanyue chirped: "It's not serious. Once inside, she went straight to the shower.

I sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and suddenly realized that this was a naked suggestion. I was stupid, and that's when I realized.

Then he struggled, the fat man obviously liked Tang Wanyue, I wanted to 'snatch love with a knife', I really couldn't stand the fat man.

But when Tang Wanyue came out of the shower, she used a hair dryer to blow her wet hair, exuding a fragrant fragrance all over her body, and the hem of her nightdress revealed a pair of slender and fair legs.

I suddenly changed my mind, as the so-called people don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, the beauty is current, you can't destroy the heavens, brother, I'm sorry.

"Why are you stunned, go to bed early, don't smoke so much." Tang Wanyue came over, snuffed out my cigarette with a smile, and turned to lay out the sheets.

Men, always have to take the initiative.

I was bold, and my hand touched Tang Wanyue's small waist, and I was waiting to drive straight in. Tang Wanyue trembled, frowned, took my hand away, and said decisively: "I said sleep, didn't I tell you to sleep with me, do you understand?" ”

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole in the ground and turn in, so I coughed lightly and said, "Well, speaking of which, I'm a little sleepy too." Good night. ”

It is estimated that the image I have accumulated in Tang Wanyue's heart has collapsed, and it seems that I still overestimate my charm.

Turning off the light, I looked at Tang Wanyue's delicate figure in the dark, and I couldn't help but think about it, for fear that I would make a mistake on impulse, so I hurriedly turned my back and went to sleep.

I entered the dream in a daze, and found myself on a boulder, and Tang Wanyue was among them.

I secretly laughed at myself if I was thinking about it day and dreaming at night, and I was dreaming of spring.

It soon became clear to me that this did not seem to be a simple dream.

Because this dream not only has Tang Wanyue, but also another middle-aged lama in red, wearing a string of small-leaf rosewood Buddha beads on his right hand.

The middle is separated by more than 20 meters, and the smooth ground has stone lines, like a carved Go board. The surrounding clouds and mist are churning, it turns out that we are a boulder on the peak, in case of accidentally falling, it will be the end of broken bones.

I instantly realized that this was not a dream, but an illusion.

The middle-aged lama in front of him was obviously the one who suppressed the illusion grandfather and grandson that day, but I was very curious, his hand had been broken, why had it recovered at this time?