Everyone was silent for a while, and from it they heard that something was wrong, shouldn't they be called dad to their father, she didn't even use her father who took a step back here, but used the patriarch, which is strange.

"Yes, yes." Yang Shu was so excited that he only listened to the previous sentence.

"I'll go with you." The cold face of the mandala star overflowed with a trace of gentleness, and so did the eyes.

"Okay, anyway, your identity is just right, my senior brother." Guo Song Xingye raised a smile, and the bitterness mixed in it was afraid that no one could see it clearly.

If it weren't for the mission, she would have like... She wouldn't have recognized them that much, no... It's a meeting.

"I'll go too."

Yong Ling handsomely stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and his unruly face flashed with worry.

With a chuckle, Guo Song Xingye laughed at Yong Ling's handsome actions at the moment, "You still forget it, we can't reveal that we are from Moqi Academy yet, and only Mandala Xingchen can do it here, and others will arouse suspicion." ”

Hades saved her through the doppelganger, and told them that she was doing well, and that Mandala Xingchen was a disciple of the doppelganger, and she was also a disciple of Hades, and she was undoubtedly the safest to go with such a past.

Yong Ling was refused, and he didn't speak, he also heard it just now, Mandala Xingchen and Xiao Xingye passed before, and he could help them hide their identities, he didn't want to be bored.

Before the discussion, Mary Daijia had already brewed a cup of flower tea, a cup in front of the person, Guo Song Xingye, who had cold hands, picked up the teacup to keep warm, and her black eyes were full of worries, saying that ten fingers were connected to the heart, but she couldn't feel any warmth on the cup into the cold and lonely heart at the moment.

Seeing that Guo Song Xingye was silent, Ning Mengxuan said: "I'll contact the Jun family later, they shouldn't refuse, but... Are you sure Junzilan is back? ”

In the past week, none of them have found any trace of Junzilan, and Junzilan has not come to look for him, as if he has disappeared, only the patriarch of the Guo Song family and her daughter are active in the Jun family.

"Sure, when I heard that there was me, she also called herself the eldest lady of the Guo Song family, she will definitely come."

Guo Song Xingye's eyes are serious, and her body exudes a confident light, as long as she is alive, with that woman's vanity, she will definitely not let her go, even if the Guo Song family has declined now.

Ning Mengxuan was not talking, during the investigation mission, he had learned about it privately, and he did not question Guo Song Xingye's words.

Taking a sip of hot tea, Guo Song Xingye's penetrating eyes turned to Mary Dejia, the silent and mature woman, inadvertently brushed her sideburns and hair behind her ears, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Mary, you will take Yang Shu tomorrow morning, and you must come back before noon, don't let people find out." ”

"Okay." Still respectful.

Letting go of the hot tea in his hand, Guo Song Xingye crossed his hands and looked at everyone at the table, with a serious face.

"Then it's arranged like this, Yongling and Liu Yuefuyin, you check the laboratory outside the bamboo book, as well as the places where they may go to hide, check them one by one, tomorrow afternoon Mandala Xingchen and Ning Mengxuan will go to Jun's house with me, and see the murderer who hides his head and tail at the dinner table."

In the last sentence, Guo Song Xingye simply gritted her teeth, and she said without personal emotions that she killed so many people for her own selfish desires, how innocent those people were, and how innocent their families were.

As a mother, did she kill less before, and now that she has a child, she is still so bent on doing it, but I don't know... The reincarnation of heaven has its own retribution.

Their search for clues has finally come to an end, and they have begun to confront the enemy head-on, and the road beyond that may be even more bumpy and bumpy.

At night, Guo Song Xingye couldn't sleep because of tomorrow's things, she only wore thin pajamas, put on her coat, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, and stood on the balcony to watch the city in the drizzle.

The sound of the rain lingered in her ears, and the breeze lifted her silky black hair, and every now and then a few drops of rain fell on her fair and pink face, but she didn't notice it.

In rainy weather, no one will pay attention to a wooden flute standing on the narrow balcony, a beautiful woman who has lost her mind, her temperament is cold, spreading a heavy dead air, but her black eyes reveal a trace of vigorous air, which is very different.

Looking at her line of sight, she only saw the hazy darkness in the drizzle and the flickering neon lights, dazzling but distant, vague with a hint of taste, like a very beautiful oil painting, a master-level painting called "Evening Light in the Rain".

The woman looked at it with great fascination, and seemed to have lost her mind.

"Is it pretty?"

The already cold night, because of the sudden sound, is even more eerie and cold, and only careful people can hear the slightest concern.

"In general, less popularity, a little more... Vanity. Guo Song Xingye's lips opened lightly, and the voice was like a gossamer, light and agile to the ears, which made people feel intoxicated and inextricable.

"Oh, indeed." A chuckle, coupled with a mocking comment, really doesn't look like the usual him, really doesn't look like the usual cold and cold mandala star.

He stood on the balcony of his room next to hers, admiring the city on a rainy night with her, and was silent for a long time.

"Isn't it cold?"

For the first time, he took the initiative to speak many times, just because he was the only person he cared about next to him, and it became a habit to protect her.

"It's cold, it's not hot since I made a decision."

She finally had a move, pulling all her smooth black hair behind her back, a long waist-length black hair, like a batch of fine silk, making people want to touch it, her movements are even more chic and wanton, like a capable heroine, but the bleakness on her face can't be ignored.

"You... Why bother, if not... Find another way. ”

It was also the first time that he was so entangled and spoke so unfluently, he understood what she was thinking and worrying about, but he couldn't help at all.

"It's always to be faced, so why delay!"

The words of incomparable vicissitudes came out of her mouth, and there was a huge difference between her age and her face, as if she had passed a hundred years, and the prosperity of the world had been exhausted, and she was looking for a mountain to retreat.

"Let's go back."

After the words fell, she finally returned to the room, the prosperity outside was still the same, and it had not changed half a point because of her remarks, but in the middle of the night, her buried memories broke out of the coffin, making her toss and turn, and it was difficult to sleep.

It was a dark night, drizzling and hazy, and every now and then a light from the house would refract from it to illuminate her path.

Grandma left home for something, and she didn't come home until late, and she didn't have a key to enter the door, from dawn to dark, seven or eight years old, she was afraid of the dark, so she had to go to find her father's house, which she hadn't seen for a long time, and after knocking on the door, she saw her father's face when he opened the door, and she felt that she had been saved.

She told her father the reason, and he let her in, who was about to get wet, and she was really happy at that moment, even if she was still hungry, she didn't want to trouble her father anymore, she wanted to be with him, she hadn't seen him for a long time.

Children are just stupid and easily satisfied.

She clearly remembered that the woman had come and lost her temper with her and her father, and pushed her out of the door, which had been cut off from the outside of the door, and though her father had refused to do so, no one had come to open the door while she had waited.

Wait, wait, wait, the rain stopped, and people didn't wait.

She's not stupid, she's still very sensible, she left the door, in the darkness without light, sobbing and waiting for grandma to come home and go home together.

No one would notice her crying in the dark, and no one would see her weakness.