Thinking of this, Van Helsing looked at Fang Tong in confusion and asked, "Master Fang, are you really not mistaken?" ”

In the face of everyone's doubts and suspicious eyes, Fang Tong Gujing's face was calm, and he nodded slowly, "I am indeed not mistaken, I am 100% sure that Wang Lan died by suicide!" ”

"This ......" Van Helsing hesitated for a moment, his face puzzled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then said: "According to what Master Fang said like this, it is obviously different from what I deduced!" ”

"Based on my years of experience in exorcism, suicide is usually not far from the place where the suicide is committed!" Fan Helsing raised his gaze, like two sharp swords, stared at Fang Tong, and then explained: "And the death of Liu Heng's girlfriend is obviously a cross-regional homicide, I believe that no matter which suicide's soul, I'm afraid the ability has not reached this point!" ”

Robin nodded slightly, agreeing, he added: "What our young master said is right, since Liu Heng's girlfriend died, then it is very certain that the puppeteer Wang Lan did not die by suicide, otherwise the resentment will not be strong enough to kill people across regions!" ”

Liu Heng also said on the side: "Yes, Master Fang, what the hell is going on?" Tell us about it! ”

"Alas, everything started wrong!" Fang Tong shook his head slightly, sighed, looked into the distance with cloudy eyes, and muttered, "Next, I'll tell you my story!" ”

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That happened sixteen years ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I still remember, it was a stormy night!

Thick and heavy dark clouds, hovering above Gumu Village, rolling dark clouds, lightning and thunder, thick thunder and lightning, dazzling and dazzling, like a flying silver snake, rolling in the dark clouds, roaring, like a wild beast, the sound of the four wilds, the four directions!

A low-slung civilian house, isolated from the vicinity of the foot of the mountain, was spurred on by the storm, like a flat boat, and seemed isolated.

Inside the room sat a young man in his twenties, a young man of ordinary appearance but a relatively strong figure, wearing a white shirt, leaning lazily on a rocking chair.

I saw him slightly closing his eyes, cocking Erlang's legs, swaying leisurely, as if enjoying the passage of time, looking comfortable, let the storm outside the window be deafening, still unable to affect the young man's calm heart.

"Fang Tong, Fang Tong, you are young, what kind of broken funeral home do you come to work!" The young man laughed at himself, and then said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to be idle in this work, and I also have a civilian room for my master to live in, which can be regarded as self-satisfaction!" ”

While sighing, the young man shook leisurely.

The funeral home has always had few things, including food and accommodation, and a stable salary every month, which is also very leisurely.

Therefore, it is usually fine, Fang Tong just leaned on the rocking chair leisurely and spent a peaceful day quietly.

Even if there was a storm outside the window today, Fang Tong was still not at ease, obviously he had long been accustomed to everything peacefully.

However, tonight is not destined to be an ordinary night!

At this time, the old wooden door suddenly opened, making a squeaky sound, like a mouse gnawing on wood, the sound was harsh and noisy, Fang Tong looked at the door curiously, he wondered, who was it at night, braving the heavy rain, to come to his dilapidated house?

You must know that ordinary people rarely come to him, after all, because of his profession, many people in the village are afraid that he will be bad luck and easily affect their own feng shui fate, so few people usually talk to him.

However, today, someone braved such a heavy rain to come to him, which surprised him slightly.

"Who is it?" Fang Tong touched his head curiously and pondered.

Surprised, a petite figure quickly rushed in.

"Who?" Fang Tong was the first to speak, his eyes unconsciously looking at the figure who came in a hurry.

Due to the excessive speed, the petite figure staggered and fell to the ground, Fang Tong took a few steps forward, and hurriedly helped him up, and when he took a closer look, he suddenly exclaimed: "Xiaolan, why are you?" With such a heavy rain, what are you running to me for? And, what about your umbrella? Why is it covered in mud and so embarrassed? ”

The Xiaolan in Fang Tong's mouth is naturally the future puppeteer Wang Lan.

In the face of Fang Tong's cold and warmth, Wang Lan did not answer, but lowered her little head and hid in Fang Tong's warm arms, her delicate body trembled, like a homeless bird in the wind and rain, looking very weak, Fang Tong unconsciously felt a little more pity in his heart.

At this time, Wang Lan was drenched by the heavy rain and was wet, and her blue dress was close to the delicate skin, making her slender figure uneven and convex wrapped in soaked clothes.

Fang Tong, who was holding Wang Lan, felt that there was a burning lust in his abdomen, and he seemed to be a little unable to hold it, so he hurriedly pushed it away and said, "Xiaolan, what's wrong with you today?" Why don't you speak, if there is anything, tell me to your brother Fang, and I will definitely help you solve it! ”

Fang Tong swore an oath, and he seemed very sincere.

However, Wang Lan was still silent, as if she was quiet and a little weird, and between the trembling of her delicate body, she hugged her harder and harder, and even a trace of choked crying could be faintly heard in her ears.

Fang Tong looked at Wang Lan's flawless face in wonder, after the baptism of rain, her face looked pear-flowered, and became beautiful, as if she had fallen into a country and a city.

However, the careful Fang Tong gradually noticed that something was wrong, because Wang Lan's eyes were red, slightly red and swollen, obviously just after crying, even if her pretty face was wet by the rain, she still couldn't erase the traces of crying.

"Have you ever cried? Xiaolan? Fang Tong's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Wang Lanqiong's nose twitched slightly, her eyes were full of crystal tears, and she choked up: "Brother Fang, save me, those villains, they deliberately slandered me!" ”

"Slandering you?" When Fang Tong heard this, he was slightly stunned, puzzled, and said, "Who slandered you?" ”

"Yes......" Wang Lan pursed her lips and opened slightly, just about to say her name, suddenly there was a sound of the wooden door being kicked open in the room, accompanied by a huge kicking sound, and more than ten fierce men suddenly broke into the house.

These big men are all burly, with fierce faces, each with a black face, holding a steel rod with a cold light, as if they want to do something.

"That's them!" Wang Lan shrank into Fang Tong's arms in fear, and timidly glanced at them with her spare eyes, not daring to look directly.

Fang Tong stared angrily at the more than ten people who broke in, glanced at it, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why did you trespass into my home without permission?" Get out of here! ”

As soon as Fang Tong's voice fell, a cold snort suddenly came from the crowd.

"Just a watchdog, dare to be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu?" An obese figure, carrying his hands behind his back, walked out of the crowd slowly, Fang Tong's pupils shrank, and after a closer look, he found that this was the rich man of Gumu Village, Guo Qing!