"It's here, it'......" The seventh master took the lead and got out of the car. After more than an hour of bumpy driving, we finally arrived at the Yuan family's mansion.

It was Yuan Qiu who opened the door to me, and when he saw me and the fat man, his face showed a hint of surprise.

"Haisheng, Brother Qiang, why are you here?" He looked at us suspiciously, but now I looked at his familiar face with mixed feelings. Yuan Qiu, are you really lying to me and the fat man?

"Xiao Qiu, where is your grandfather? I'm not at home" Uncle Qingsong glanced at Yuan Qiu with complicated eyes, and he had also looked away, but he didn't expect that Yuan Qiu was the grandson of the former senior brother.

"My grandfather...... He was upstairs," Yuan Qiu's face was decadent and gloomy.

"Where is he, take us there!" The seventh master urged impatiently

"Uncle Erqi, do you know my grandfather?" Yuan Qiu looked at Yang Qiye in amazement. Looking at the puzzlement on his face, the fat man and I couldn't help but glance at each other, and a thought appeared in our hearts at the same time.

Yuan Qiu, don't you really know his grandfather's background.

Yuan Qiu stared at us with a gloomy face and walked up to the third floor, the third floor is a completely different place from the first and second floors, all white buildings, it doesn't look like a residence, but more like a hospital

"My grandfather...... Right inside? When he went up to the third floor, Yuan Qiu's eyes were filled with tears.

The puzzled Seventh Master took the lead, pushed open the door and walked in, followed by the fat man and I. However, the moment we entered the room, we were all stunned.

On the white hospital bed lay an old man, his face was sallow, skinny, with only a few sparse strands of hair left on his head, his whole cheeks had sunken, he was dying, he looked like he would die at any moment, his nose was stuck with a dropper, and he was kept alive by needles and water.

"This is ......" Uncle Qing Song's mouth opened wide and his eyes widened.

Yuan Qiu was silent, ran to the side of the bed and squatted down, gently pushed the old man on the sickbed, and then said softly: "Grandpa, grandpa, have friends come to see you?" ”

After a long time, the emaciated old man on the sickbed slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yuan Qiu but he was silent, his eyes were dull and unconscious.

When Uncle Qingsong and the Seventh Master walked into the sight of the old man, the old man's eyes widened in an instant, his hands involuntarily swayed rapidly, and he screamed with his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something.

"Doctor, doctor, my grandfather has an accident, you guys hurry up." When the red line of the instrument next to him reached a high point, Yuan Qiu ran out in a panic.

Uncle Qing Song felt that he seemed to have something to say to himself, so he gently lowered his ear, and I watched his chest tremble rapidly twice, and my chicken-like hand tightly grasped Uncle Qing Song's sleeve.

After two tremors, the old man suddenly collapsed and collapsed on the bed.

"Hey...... Senior brother, it's easy to go all the way! Uncle Qingsong looked at the old man who was dead and sighed leisurely, this old man was Uncle Qingsong's senior brother Yuanyang.

At this moment, Yuan Qiu led several doctors in white coats to run in, and after seeing Yuan Yang lying on the bed without breathing, he couldn't help crying loudly.

"Grandpa...... Grandfather! Yuan Qiu cried bitterly, the expression on his face was full of surprise and disbelief, not like a fake.

"Hey, let's go out first!" Uncle Qingsong sighed, shook his head and walked out.

"Rotten bark, what did Senior Brother say to you just now!" As soon as he walked out of the ward, the seventh master couldn't help but grab Uncle Qingsong and asked

"He wanted to talk about his junior brother, but before he could say a word, he had already gone." Uncle Qing Song said in a sad tone, and the expression on his face was also very complicated.

An hour ago, we went straight to the Yuan family's mansion with great anger, but an hour later, everyone's hearts were clouded with an indescribable haze.

After all, he was a former senior brother, and the deceased had passed away, so how could he blame him wantonly without getting evidence. Uncle Qingsong and Seventh Master are hovering between pain and doubt. And in my heart, all that's left is confusion.

There should have been a clue, but in the end, this clue was also broken, Yuan Yang died, he definitely couldn't be the murderer? So, who is this murderer?

I squatted in the corridor on the third floor and pondered hard, and then, Yuan Qiu, with a sad look and a face full of tears and snot, walked out of Yuan Yang's hospital room with a choked voice.

"People can't be resurrected after death, do you mourn and change?" I walked up and patted Yuan Qiu on the shoulder, and the comforting words I could think of were just that.

Yuan Qiu choked up and nodded, and when he arrived on the second floor, after everyone sat down, Yuan Qiu's mood was still immersed in grief.

Seeing that everyone was sitting here stunned, Yuan Qiu picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea for everyone, wiped his tears, and asked the seventh master with a cry that had never faded: "Seventh uncle, Uncle Wang, how did you know my grandfather." ”

"It's nothing, we were good friends with your grandfather many years ago, and now that we know his news, we came to visit." Uncle Qingsong paused with sloppy eyes, and he asked Yuan Qiu again: "By the way, your grandfather is ...... him?"

In an instant, the eyes of the other three people were fixed on Yuan Qiu's face, and I was also very puzzled in my heart, how could the majestic senior brother become the tragic scene today.

"Grandpa had a stroke five years ago, and then he was in a vegetative state." Uncle Qingsong's question, evoking Yuan Qiu's sad past, Yuan Qiu cried bitterly, telling the history of Yuan Yang before and after the stroke, from Yuan Qiu's tone, we can basically conclude that he didn't know that his grandfather was a person who learned Taoism, and he had never been exposed to anything about metaphysics.

After comforting Yuan Qiu a few words, we all left the ancestral house of the Yuan family. I took the car back to the Zen Yi Hall, and as soon as I entered the door, Han Duo couldn't help but run out towards me.

"How? Did you catch him? Han Duo nervously chased after me and asked, looking at the expectation on her face, I couldn't bear it. But after struggling with my heart for a long time, I was still ready to tell her the truth.

"Yuan Yang is not a murderer, when we went, he just had a stroke and died." I shook my head and told the truth.

Han Duo's face darkened, and with a hum, he slowly let go of the hand that grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged, sooner or later we will catch the murderer!" I took her hand and gently comforted her.

I walked up to Uncle Qingsong and hesitated for a while, but finally asked Uncle Qingsong: "Uncle, now that Yuanyang has passed away, what should we do, the murderer is still killing people?" ”

Uncle Qingsong waved his hand and instructed me: "You don't care about this matter, and Miss Han, Xiaoqiang is not allowed to interfere." Lao Qi and I will continue to pursue this matter until we find the murderer. Uncle Qing Song's face suddenly crossed a cold glow.

The night gradually got dark, and in the evening, Han Duo stayed, and Uncle Qingsong asked me to clean up the utility room and let Han Duo live in.

It was Han Duo who cooked the rice that night, and he had experienced so many things, and the fat man and I had no appetite, but when the meal was served, the fat man and I couldn't help but drool fiercely.

Including the Seventh Master and Uncle Qingsong, their eyes widened when they looked at the dishes on the big table, and they couldn't believe that the dishes on this table were all made by Han Duo alone.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, Jie Nima's is really delicious, compared to this dish, what I used to cook at home was dog shit." The fat man gulps the rice and eats the vegetables.

With a cold snort, a cold light that was enough to kill people came, which frightened the fat man, and his body was stunned, and he quickly changed his words: "Dad, I mean that although Han Duo's food is delicious, compared with your old man, it is still a little worse, just the difference between dog shit and pig shit." ”

Han Duole pursed his lips and smiled, but Yang Qiye pulled the fat man's shoulder without hesitation: "You're right, what your father cooks, that's shit, it smells stinky." ”

"But......" Yang Qiye's words changed sharply, and he taught the fat man in a deep tone: "You can't say that, you describe it like this, aren't you saying that you eat x big?" Remember, the highest level of harming people is to knock on the side and pull and pull, to bring a little sarcasm, but must not be explicit, to go to the realm of listening to the mountain is not a mountain, listening to the water is like a mountain, "

I almost couldn't help but squirt out the rice in an instant, Yang Qiye is really amazing, and he actually integrated the realm of meditation into harming people.

Han Duo couldn't help but laugh at the scene at the dinner table, and couldn't help but purse his lips and smile lightly, smiling like a flower blooming in spring, I looked quietly on the side, and couldn't help but be stunned. It seems that looking at Han Duo from the side, it is also quite beautiful.

Everyone was talking and laughing, but when I was quietly looking at Han Duo, a shrill siren suddenly sounded outside the door, and it drove through the door of the Zen Yi Hall. And gradually, there was a loud noise outside the door, as if something had happened.

"I'm going to see what the hell is going on?" Looking at Uncle Qingsong's frowning brows, the fat man, who had always been strong in gossip, put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked out.

I also feel strange in my heart, the security in this neighborhood has always been very good, why did so many police cars come tonight?

More than ten minutes later, the fat man came back, with a calm face, and when he walked to the dinner table, the fat man said with a gloomy face: "It's dead again, it's a child, just like before, the head was pierced with a big hole, the brain marrow was drained, and the soul was sucked away." ”

There was a loud "bang", and when my heart tightened, Uncle Qingsong had already slapped the table and stood up.

"Let's go, Seventh, let's take a look, I want to see who is causing this terrible evil."

"I'm going to ...... too" Han Duo stood up at the first time,

"You're not allowed to go." I pulled Han Duo down, afraid that when she saw the scene, she would think of the dead child in Tong Yuanwan, and the guide would lose control.

"You and Haisheng and Xiaoqiang are at home, I'll just go with Lao Qi." Uncle Qingsong waved his hand and motioned for Han Duo to sit at home and wait for news, and then, he and Yang Qiye walked out.