A luxury car drove into the rich man's villa and stopped outside the police cordon.

After Mousse Nian in the driver's seat got out of the car, Mu Django, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was still in a sluggish state.

For the first time in his life, he was so scared......

Even when he was a child, he mistakenly thought that his father was going to throw him away, and he sat on a chair in the amusement park all night, and he was never so afraid.

Mu Sinian opened the co-pilot's door and pushed Mu Django's shoulder, "If you don't dare to look, I'll go in by myself." ”

He doesn't care less about Khasie than Django, but he is much stronger on the heart than Django.

The police also said on the phone before that they should be mentally prepared, because the girl's death was very tragic.

"It must have been the same murderer." The criminal police have done a good job of taking pictures and collecting evidence.

They talked, "It is recommended to do a merger with the previous case." ”

The body was placed on a stretcher, covered with a white cloth.

"Do you know what the little girl has on her body?" Walking to the stretcher, Mousse was told that "because the victim was blinded in the eye, his face may be difficult to recognize." ”

At this time, Mu Jiangge, who came one step later, said: "There is a red cinnabar mole two centimeters below Kexi's collarbone, and I have personally changed her clothes for the past two days, so I am very sure." ”

With almost all his strength at every step, he walked over to the body, his eyes fixed on the white cloth.

No, Kexi won't be killed, she's still so small, so cute, so innocent, and full of infinite curiosity about the world, so she won't encounter such a terrible thing.

A few seconds felt like a century.

The white cloth was slowly lifted.

No......

No......

It's not Koshi......

It's hard to describe the mood, the yin yin that catches your eye is the body of a girl who was brutally killed, but I can't care about regret in my heart, but I feel a kind of happiness.

Luckily, it's not Koshi!

Selfish but excusable.

Mu Sinian and Mu Django breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Feeling the tense nerves suddenly relax, Django took two steps back, almost slumped on the ground.

Mu Sinian held him up in time.

Back in the car, the two of them were still a little stunned.

After a while, Django came to his senses, "Say...... Where would she be? Didn't your people find anything? ”

"No, the person who said that the person who took Kexi not only avoided all the road surveillance, but also avoided the horses who searched people in the streets and alleys, is it possible to do it?"

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Mu Sinian's mind, "It shouldn't be Grandpa's person who took away Kexi, right?" ”

"W-no, won't?" Mu Django looked puzzled, "Why did Grandpa take her away without making a sound?" ”

"Grandpa sent Koshi to my office without a sound."

Mu Django didn't want to guess any longer, and was about to try his luck to call his grandfather, when the phone rang first.

The caller ID is "Mu Zhonglun".

It's been weird lately! Brothers who hadn't had the slightest contact for years suddenly popped up one by one.

Mu Zhonglun is thirty-one years old, eight years older than Mu Django, and the second oldest of the six brothers in the Mu family.

Most ordinary people don't know this name, but in the circle of architectural designers, absolutely everyone knows the three words "Mu Zhonglun".

He has received numerous awards at international architecture and art exhibitions around the world.

As a representative of avant-garde architects, his peers in the architectural field have a very high evaluation of him.

Guangming Newspaper once published an evaluation of him, "Mr. Mu's imagination of space is extraordinarily bold, and the buildings he writes about are not only a house and a museum, but also a piece of amazing art." ”

His fresh designs can be found all over the world, including shopping malls, residences, parks, museums, banks, restaurants, and more.

If I'm not mistaken, Mu Zhonglun should be in Paris, why did he suddenly call himself?

Although Django wondered in his heart, he still picked up the phone, "Hey? ”

I only heard the man's muddy but sexy smoke cavity on the other end of the phone, "Why is your daughter at my house?" ”

"Huh? What my daughter ......"

Halfway through his words, Django reacted, "Is Kexi at your house?" Wait, didn't you settle in Paris with your French girlfriend? ”

Mu Zhonglun said casually: "I broke up, yesterday's plane, I just returned home this morning." ”

At this time, there was a cute "little zongzi" on the other end of the phone, and when I heard it, it was Mu Kexi's little Mengbao's voice, "Who is Xiao Zongzi talking to?" Little pigeons? ”

Mu Zhonglun hates children the most in his life!

He frowned in annoyance, ignored the girl's words, pulled open the floor-to-ceiling windows, and walked out onto the balcony.

"Django, what's the matter with you? Why did you leave your daughter at my house? By the way, how do you know my password? Also, why did you ask her to call me 'Little Zongzi'? ”

Faced with a lot of unfounded accusations, Django was extremely innocent, "How can I have? ”

"Within an hour, you immediately came to my house to pick up your daughter, and in more than a second, I threw people directly on the road."

After yelling at these words, he hung up the phone.

"Kexi is at Mu Zhonglun's house! He told us to be there in an hour," Django urged, "hurry up and drive, that guy has a personality you know, and he doesn't have any patience with children." ”

According to the instructions of the navigation, Mu Sinian drove to Mu Zhonglun's house at the fastest speed, which took exactly one hour.

His home is in the suburbs of S City.

The house was designed and built by himself ten years ago.

The winding corridor looks rugged, but it is not too steep to walk up, step by step, until you see the half-glass houses towering in the shadow wall of the tree garden, which has the feeling of leading to the heavenly clouds.

At first glance, it is the architectural style of Mu Zhonglun.

Make good use of light and rhythm to turn the world that only exists in the painting into a real work of art.

They rang the doorbell in front of the door.

The man who opened the door was tall and handsome.

Under the thick eyebrows, the facial features are deep and hard, and the facial contours are angular and yin, which is completely different from the soft lines of Mu Django.

Although he was wearing a white shirt with only a small cuff rolled up, he could still see the clear muscle lines on his arms.

"It's ...... on time"

When the words fell, Mu Zhonglun noticed that not only Mu Django was here, but even Mu Sinian was outside the door.

"Little rice cake!" A small sweet voice of excitement came.

The little girl who ran out of the yard was like an excited little rabbit, and she threw herself directly at Mu Sinian's body.

Yin Yin had been chanting "Kexi" in his heart before, but when Xiao Kexi greeted him so enthusiastically, the man with a cold face was inexplicably a little awkward.

On the side, Mu Django saw that Mu Sinian looked hesitant to hug Kexi, and leaned over to hold the cute little girl on the ground in his arms first.

He scratched her nose and said in a sour tone, "It's only called 'Little Rice Cake', and it doesn't call me." ”

Mu Kexi called sweetly, "Little pigeon...... Kexi really wants to think about the little pigeon. ”

"I'm also super super missive of my little Kexi."

Mu Zhonglun couldn't stand this kind of meaty scene, "Okay, how do you father and daughter want to talk back to your own house and talk slowly, I won't accompany you." ”

When the door was about to be closed by him, Mu Sinian, who reacted quickly, decisively reached out to stop it.

"Don't rush to close the door, there are some things I have to ask you about. Also, there is one thing you misunderstood, Kexi is not your niece, but your aunt. ”