The man in black near the window fell to the ground, the gunfire was muffled, and he must have used a muffler.

Blood poured out of the bullet hole in the man's chest, and the other man in black turned around and fled when he saw that the situation was not good. But his movements were still a step slower, and another gunshot rang out, and he fell to the ground. After a few convulsions, he died of exhaustion.

The person outside this window is not only accurate in marksmanship, but also extremely quick in his reaction, presumably a master. Even now, Lin Mu didn't even see his shadow. I only heard a "bang" outside the window, and the man must have escaped immediately.

In front of Lin Mu, there were three corpses lying horizontally. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the note that Zheng Qimin's mother gave him.

The person peeping out of the window now does not seem to be malicious, but protective. However, how could Zheng's mother predict these situations in advance before predicting the prophet? Moreover, Lin Mu came to this purple phalaenopsis room on a temporary spur of thought, so if it wasn't this room that pushed the door in, what would he face, and was the person outside the window still a well-intentioned defender?

I don't know, everything is an unknown mystery, and it's getting harder and harder to solve. However, time is passing by second by second, and Lin Mu is not allowed to think slowly and think about it in the long run.

He had to make one choice quickly: get out of here and go where he was going.

So, next door, the yellow phalaenopsis at the door, is it a welcome sign?

Whether it welcomes or resists, for Lin Mu, the hand who is about to push the door, there is no choice, only execution.

Without even knocking, Lin Mu directly pushed open the room with the yellow phalaenopsis at the door.

Inside was a normally furnished office, and in an instant, Lin Mu thought that he had traveled through time and space. From a horrific murder scene to a tall and elegant office location, and behind the huge desk sat Zheng Qimin's father, Zheng Xuan.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a big movement next door, and Zheng Xuan here is still as motionless as a mountain, sitting on the wide boss's chair and looking at the computer.

Seeing Lin Mu coming in and not knocking on the door, he was also slightly stunned. Although this expression was natural, in Lin Mu's eyes, it was just a clever disguise.

It was not Zheng Xuan's turn to ask, Lin Mu preemptively said, Uncle Zheng, I'm looking for Amin.

Zheng Xuan obviously didn't expect him to ask about this, and he didn't know what to say, but his eyes were clearly still focused on the computer screen on his desk.

After waiting for a while, he looked away and looked at Lin Mu with a very strange expression.

Lin Mu was a little creepy by him, of course, for a young man who had experienced sinister events one after another, there was no better opportunity to practice his courage.

Zheng Xuan's next words made Lin Mu feel painful, and a situation that he really couldn't imagine was put in front of him again.

Zheng Xuan said, young man, since you are uh, uh, then I will talk to you more and see if I can talk about it. Have a seat.

After speaking, he stood up, went to the refrigerator by the window, took a bottle of mineral water, and put it in front of Lin Mu.

Lin Mu sat opposite him, looking at the man he had once saved. He had a thin face, short hair, sharp eyes, and thin lips, but he didn't know what kind of hurtful language would come out when the two thin lips moved.

Zheng Xuan was not in a hurry and lit a cigar. He gestured to Lin Mu, but Lin Mu refused, and he didn't force it.

Lighting a cigar is a procedure, not simple. It takes time to cut off one end of a cigar cutter and then burn it with a special lighter. Perhaps, during this time, he thought more about what to express and how to express it.