As he spoke, the car had already driven to the clinic.

Song Feng unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the co-pilot.

"If you're okay, come in and have a cup of tea."

Qiao Linlin shook her head and said, "Forget it, I have to go back and call my dad and tell me what kind of virtue Shen Da is."

"Stay safe on the road."

Song Feng waved goodbye to Qiao Linlin.

The next morning, Song Feng received a call from Han Xiang.

Jin Wenyuan ran away.

In the middle of last night, Jin Wenyuan was interrogated and then put in a prison cell.

In the morning, the guards went to deliver food and found the cell empty.

Several cameras in the prison were destroyed by Jin Wenyuan.

No one knows how Kim Wenyuan escaped.

"Mr. Song, we are hurrying to arrest Jin Wenyuan, before he is brought to justice, you should be more careful here."

"Jin Wenyuan must have unknown means."

"After escaping this time, I will definitely try to get revenge on you."

Even if Han Xiang didn't say it, Song Feng understood it in his heart.

Jin Wen is far more cunning than he thought.

The dantian was shattered, and the cultivation on his body disappeared.

Even so, there is a way to get out of prison.

It's not easy.

"I have a guess that Jin Wenyuan is probably hiding in that old mansion."

"It can't be, right?"

Han Xiang hesitated, "Jin Wenyuan should know that from the moment he escapes, he will become a key criminal arrested by the Secret Service."

"If you don't go to other places to hide, but continue to stay in Xiangcheng, and go to the old mansion that we once paid attention to, isn't this self-defeating?"

Song Feng said, "You can't say that, the more dangerous the place, the safer."

"Jin Wenyuan has done so much in the old mansion, which shows that this place is very important to him."

Song Feng paused and continued, "Last time I went over, I briefly took a look at the feng shui pattern of the old mansion and found that that place was a good feng shui treasure."

"Although there is not a lot of aura, it is also relative."

"For me, where there is aura, there is cocoa, Jin Wenyuan, a person with ordinary ability, even a little aura, can make him like a treasure."

"Mr. Song, where are you now? It's not convenient for us to meet and talk."

"Yes, I'll be at home, and I'll send you the address in a moment."

Hanging up the phone, Song Feng sent the address of the villa to Han Xiang.

Whether Han Xiang believes it or not, Song Feng has to go to the old mansion.

Even when I arrived at the old house, I didn't see any trace of Jin Wenyuan.

Song Feng can also judge by the traces.

Has Jin Wenyuan ever been here?

"Alright, let's go then."

After meeting, Han Xiang determined that Song Feng had to go, and called to hand over the work at hand to someone else.

Drive Song Feng to the eerie old mansion.

"Wait a minute."

Coming to the door of the old mansion, Song Feng stretched out his hand to stop Han Xiang.

Han Xiang said, "What's wrong?"

Song Feng sniffed his nose and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, there is a smell of blood in it."

After saying this, Song Feng asked Han Xiang to wait outside, and he went to take a look by himself.

Even if there were traps and other mechanisms inside, Song Feng could handle it easily.

Han Xiang watched Song Feng's figure gradually disappear, took out his mobile phone and hesitated whether to call for support.

"Come in, there's no danger inside."

Han Xiang walked quickly into the old mansion.

When he saw Song Feng, he couldn't help but be startled.

Song Feng was lying next to a corpse.

The corpse was a blur of flesh and blood, and it was obvious that it had been brutally tortured.

Fortunately, the contours of the face were not damaged too much, and the deceased could be vaguely seen

Who is it.

Song Feng looked at the ground around him and said, "Look, there are a lot of footprints on the ground, and there are at least twenty or thirty people who killed Jin Wenyuan."

Han Xiang bit his lip.

The deceased was none other than Jin Wenyuan.

"Who killed him?"

Song Feng spread out his hands and said, "It's up to you to investigate, I can only provide you with some clues that you may use."

"Jin Wenyuan should have been killed in the early hours of this morning."

Judging by the temperature of the corpse, Jin Wenyuan was killed at about six o'clock this morning.

As he spoke, Song Feng turned Jin Wenyuan's body over and pointed at his back.

"Look here, although Jin Wenyuan's body is full of knife wounds, only the knife wound on his back is a penetrating wound."

"In other words, Jin Wenyuan was attacked from behind without being guarded."

"A knife pierced from behind to the front, causing Jin Wenyuan to lose the ability to resist in an instant."

"The others took the opportunity to move and hacked Jin Wenyuan to death."

After listening to Song Feng's analysis, Han Xiang said, "Mr. Song, do you mean that these people are actually the helpers found by Jin Wenyuan?"

"It's just that for some reason, these people who he regarded as helpers suddenly turned back."

Song Feng nodded and said, "You can understand it that way."

Han Xiang asked again, "How are their martial arts?" Can you analyze it?"

"It shouldn't be very strong."

Song Feng said lightly, "If your martial arts are powerful, there is no need to use a murder weapon like a machete."

"Maybe they have practiced some kung fu, but they can only be said to be practitioners, and they can't be called martial artists."

"Things are getting troublesome again."

Han Xiang's expression was very distressed.

Before he could ask Jin Wenyuan if he had any accomplices, he had already hung up.

"Could it be Jin Wenyuan's accomplices who did it?"

"It's also possible."

Song Feng paused and said, "As I said before, I can only provide you with clues, as for how to investigate and where to investigate, I can't help it."

At the same time, a villa a dozen kilometers away.

Shen Da, who was scared into the hospital by Song Feng yesterday, seemed to be resurrected with full blood on the spot.

Anxiously pacing back and forth in the living room.

Just then, one of his men walked in from outside.

Seeing the person coming, Shen Da hurriedly asked, "How are things going?"

"Young Master, don't worry, everything is done."

The subordinate said proudly: "Not only did Jin Wenyuan, the old guy go to the underworld to report, but the people who were responsible for killing him were all buried with him."

"That's good."

Shen Dachang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bastard! The cultivation has already been abolished, and he even dares to threaten Young Master Ben."

"If you are the first year of junior high school, don't blame Young Master Ben for being the fifteenth."

The subordinates gave a thumbs up and praised; "Young Master, you are really clever."

"Jin Wenyuan couldn't have imagined that even if he died, he would be more effective in death than in life."

Shen Da said coldly, "The only people who know about the whole thing are you and me."

"If someone finds out, you should know the consequences."

"Even if you put a knife on my neck, I won't betray you!"

His subordinates fell to their knees in a panic.

"You are my most trusted subordinate, as long as you don't betray me, I won't do anything to you."

Shen Da hypocritically helped his subordinates up.

Jin Wenyuan is dead, and some people will definitely not give up.

The men kept things clean.

Others must have thought that Song Feng did it.

When the time comes, there will be a good show to watch.

Once, Shen Da had dinner with Jin Wenyuan.

Under Shen Da's curvy flattery, Kim

Wen Yuan couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.