Mang Tai was now worried about himself, so he didn't realize Wang Kuang's hidden intentions.

Since the time of the crime, Mang Tai has been thinking and thinking about it repeatedly, and when he heard this, a little hesitation appeared in his eyes, and after a while, he whispered, "Mr. Bu Lie said that I ...... I don't know."

This is true.

Until now, he felt at a loss. First, there is still too little information at hand to make more analysis; Second, he himself did not believe that the matter had anything to do with Blusch.

Although pushing everything to the other party is the easiest way, and it can barely make sense in reason, but deep down he vaguely feels that the truth is likely to be the opposite.

Killing one party and wronging one party is the truth of this game.

If it is changed to the saying of the Song people, it is, "This is a plan to move the trouble to Jiangdong".

There are third-party forces who commit bloody crimes, instigating infighting between the left and right handsome, in order to reap the benefits of the fishermen.

"The doubts of the great commander are the confusions below." Wang Kuang put down the teapot, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and followed Mangtai's words and said: "If it is said that this case was committed by Youshuai and his subordinates, the timing is not right, and the location is even more ......."

He frowned, and he didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already obvious.

If this case was really committed by the Bulus, at least he would have to pick out his own people first, instead of pushing Brzybaran to the forefront as soon as he came up.

This is also too hasty.

Although Blusch is a little arrogant, he is definitely not stupid.

A local snake who can kill the bloody road in Fu Lun's house and entrench in the border city for many years, if he doesn't have a little brain, can he get into the wind and water now, and almost become a hegemon in the north, and even the mountain villa regards it as an obstacle, and wants to get rid of it quickly?

"My husband and I think the same thing." Mang Tai said, paused for a moment, and said, "If you put aside each other's grievances and only consider the interests of the people, I think this matter is very similar to Song Spy's doing."

Wang Kuang glanced at him with some surprise.

Sure enough, the person selected in the villa is never simple, although Mang Tai's words are still a little unsatisfactory, but the vision has been long-term enough, as if he has seen the overall situation.

The children can be taught, the children can be taught.

Wang Kuang was relieved, and a smile appeared on his face. Of course, this does not mean that he agrees with Mangtai's inference.

It's not that Wang Kuang looks down on Song Spy. It's the so-called "Changfeng Battalion", which sounds like that, but in fact it is just a group of poor and sour rats who lack both money and people, and live in the shadows. With what he can do, he can't do such a shocking case.

"Well, it's still unclear, it's too early to say anything." Mang Tai waved his hand, as if to wave away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and then changed the topic:

"Speaking of which, Youshuai is very talkative today, and he didn't get angry when I stayed in Balan Mansion, and said that he was willing to help find Zhenzhen."

"Great...... I guess I refused." Wang Kuang raised his eyes to look at him, and then turned out the window again.

The twilight breeze is slow, and the branches on the window paper are swaying, although there is no flower shadow, but there seems to be a dark fragrance floating.

The slightly undulating atmosphere of the house.

Mang Tai knew that Wang Kuang wanted him to accept Bulus's help in order to pull the latter into this muddy water. ….

But he didn't want to.

If it was someone else's business, he would naturally push the boat along the river and mess up the situation. But Hua Zhen is his beloved daughter, and he really doesn't want to exchange his daughter's life for something.

So, he did politely reject Blush's offer.

He even knew that it was because he saw that he would never agree that he would make a gesture.

Thinking of this, a trace of exhaustion welled up in his heart, and Mangtai exhaled a turbid breath and fell silent.

Wang Kuang looked at his expression, and knew that he was determined to take advantage of the situation, even if he forcibly said that he was moved, there would be mustard in the two times, which would be unfavorable to the overall situation in the future.

The love of children is long, but in the end, it is still a mistake.

Wang Kuang sighed silently.

However, looking at it from another angle, Mangtai's move is also

It's self-exaggeration, and it's not purely a bad thing for the villa.

"The marshal is busy with official business, so he won't bother in the future." There was nothing to say, so Wang Kuang didn't sit anymore, put down the teacup gently, and got up to say goodbye.

Mang Tai also hurriedly got up and saluted: "Sir, go slowly." As he spoke, he called out again, "Come, send Mr. to Lanshe, and send a few more people to guard it."

Wang Kuang arched his hand, swept the sleeves of his robe, and spilled away.

The one who was sent to guide the way was one of Mangtai's personal guards, because he knew that his master valued this Song master very much, and he was quite respectful with his attitude, so he sent Wang Kuang to the door of Lanshe's bedroom, and then led a few of his men to scatter to patrol.

Or rather, it was piggyback on Wang Kuang and his party.

Mang Tai's overly cautious character, Wang Kuang himself doesn't care about likes and dislikes, but sometimes he feels a little powerless.

Raising his head to look at the few remaining remnants of the sun in the sky, Wang Kuangqiang suppressed the long sigh from his chest.

In this turbulent world, when the overall situation changes, everything is still "stable".

He lowered his head and looked at the platform at his feet.

The blood stains on the bluestone rock are mottled, and the dried blood is like blackened mildew, with a faint fishy smell in the wind.

Flicking his sleeves indifferently, Wang Kuang stepped up the stairs and pushed open the door.

There were blood stains all over the bedroom, but because the windows were still open, the smell was not unpleasant, and the furnishings were quite orderly, and it was not messy.

It can be seen from this that the murderer was indeed a martial arts master, as the previous man said, and the three deceased died without even uttering an exclamation from beginning to end.

After entering the house, Wang Kuang closed the door with his backhand, but saw that the corpse on the ground had been removed to the bed, and the curtain in front of the couch fell down at this time, and an old female corpse was faintly visible, and the corpses of the other two young women and Ah Fu himself were all in the brocade tent.

Wang Kuang nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, he is a veteran of the Yin Pharmacy Department for many years, and he knows the trick very well.

There were guards patrolling the window, and occasionally glancing into the house, but at the moment there was no guarantee that the two would ...... No, it is the identity of one of the female corpses, and it is inappropriate to rashly conduct an autopsy in public.

After all, there has never been a shortage of things in this world, the murderer deliberately took away the deceased's head, hands and feet, which is already weird, and Miss Seven Hua really swaggered and had a private meeting with the guards, which is also quite abnormal.

In short, it is not too careful, presumably Mang Tai also had such a thought, so he asked Wang Kuang to bring "a woman who understands the name of the punishment as a hope" in the letter.

Xu Bu stepped over the black and red pool of blood on the ground, Wang Kuang found a slightly clean place to stand, and before he could speak, Ah Jin walked straight from the corner of the house, as if he was about to cross in front of him and walk to the door.

At the moment when the two of them were staggered, Wang Kuang suddenly felt that the cuffs moved slightly, and something was quietly stuffed in.

Yao Jishan