Stopped, Zhuli frowned.

So she told Du Jianzhou what she encountered last night.

He didn't react much after hearing this, and sighed with his forehead.

"I called the police once."

"They searched inside and out, but they couldn't find the girls I was talking about."

"It should be Song Lang who hid them in advance."

Zhuli broke out in a cold sweat all over her body, and her expression was clouded with a layer of urgency.

Du Jianzhou didn't refute and took her out.

"The most important thing right now is to find evidence of his embezzlement."

"Once one of his crimes is exposed to the public, these people may be saved."

She thought he had a point and nodded.

For a moment, I was a little embarrassed: "I've been here for so many days and still haven't found a chance to enter his study." ”

He didn't answer her, but led her straight out of the gate.

Although Zhuli wanted to stop, there were hands behind her that kept pushing her forward.

Turn around and stand still.

"Is there anything you can do now, we finally got to this point and just walked away..."

As she spoke, she shifted her eyes to the window of the study on the third floor.

Du Jianzhou also saw that she really wanted to help Jing Huaizhi, but he had already told her to take her out no matter what.

"I, I can hold Uncle Quan for the time being."

The Uncle Quan in his mouth is the housekeeper here, and his status is second only to Song Lang.

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"Uncle Quan, why are you here alone today?"

Du Jianzhou doesn't often wear formal clothes like Jing Huaizhi, how comfortable he usually is.

He leaned idly against the wall and raised his eyebrows.

The people who guard the door every day suddenly have a stomach upset at this time, and the housekeeper dare not relax.

It's just that after seeing Du Jianzhou, a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Du Shao."

He took the butler's shoulder, shushed the cold and asked warmly, chatting about family life.

Leng Zhirou hid in the stairwell with Zhuli, and when she saw that the opportunity had come at this moment, the two glanced at each other.

Du Jianzhou caught a glimpse of Zhuli opening the door, and he patted the butler's shoulder vigorously.

Leng Zhirou stole a key from Song Lang last night, and the two of them came in smoothly.

The door of the study was lightly closed, and Zhuli's heart was very empty.

She gasped silently.

"There's no time, let's split up."

Leng Zhirou's words broke her who was still nervous.

When Zhuli finally recovered, she had already begun to act.

However, they searched through all the cabinets and drawers and couldn't find what they were looking for.

She was tired and wanted to go sit on the chair at her desk and rest for a while.

His trembling hand rested on his desk and accidentally knocked over the papers on the desk.

Takeri almost screamed, but fortunately caught it with both hands.

"What's wrong?"

Leng Zhirou was inspecting the mural on the wall, and heard movement on Zhuli's side and hurriedly trotted over.

"It's fine."

She crouched under the table, her fingers tightening.

Seeing that she was fine, Leng Zhirou went back to her own business.

Seeing the paper that was randomly thrown in the corner, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhuli's eyes:

Don't you want a file that was thrown on the ground?

Just as she was about to pick it up and look through it, a pair of hot palms covered her mouth.

"Who? Save..."

Turning his head sideways, his gaze met the man's dark pupils.

Shicai's little face, which was still wrinkled, instantly burst into a smile.

"Shhhh

Jing Huaizhi let go of his hand and took off the mask he was carrying.

The hard lines are exposed to the woman's eyes through the afterglow of the setting sun.

He wore a black casual suit today, rarely without glasses, and he actually felt handsome.

"Why are you here?"

"How did you get in?"

Takeri was still leaning on his shoulder, completely oblivious to the expression of the other person in the study.

Jing Huaizhi lowered his eyelids and chuckled: "I'll take you home." ”

"But I haven't..."

"Huaizhi, we don't have time."

Leng Zhirou urged impatiently.

He stood up, and Takeri realized that the window behind him had been opened at some point.

This is the third floor, could it be that he climbed up?

"I think there's something wrong with that painting."

Leng Zhirou motioned for Jing Huaizhi to come over and take a look.

This is a landscape painting, and at first glance there is nothing strange about it.

He sneered and raised his hand to touch the middle of the painting.

When the long, straight fingers touch the middle of the painting, the picture suddenly becomes concave.

"Empty."

Sure enough, after the painting was taken down, a piece of it was indeed chiseled open.

The small compartment contained a tin box.

"Jian Zhou, how did you get here?"

Hearing Song Lang's voice, the three of them looked at each other.

"You take her away first, and I'll find a way to get out by myself."

Leng Zhirou said as she put the painting back.

"Let's go? Where is this going? ”

Zhuli's eyebrows furrowed.

This is the third floor, and if you don't jump to death, you will have to be half-paralyzed.

In a daze, Jing Huaizhi had already pulled up the rope and beckoned to her.

"What are you doing in a daze, and none of us can leave if we do this again."

She leaned down to look out the window, and there seemed to be a few dark shadows squatting in the flower bed.

Is this to be a human cushion for her?

Outside the study, Song Lang and Du Jianzhou exchanged a few words before planning to go in.

"Uncle."

He wanted to delay a little longer, but he didn't dare to make it too obvious.

"What's wrong?"

Song Lang has already begun to get suspicious, could it be that his study is really a thief?

"Can that girl play with me for a few more days?"

Song Lang picked the corners of his eyes slightly, and laughed evilly: "You kid! ”

"In that case, I'll give it to you."

He was also generous and readily agreed.

As soon as the door opened, the room was as quiet as ever.

A breeze blew, and the files on the desktop were lifted into a corner.

"Didn't I close the windows when I left?"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

In the flower bed downstairs, a few pairs of dark eyes carefully inspected the surroundings.

After making sure that there was no one around, they cautiously came out of the flower bed.

"I can't leave right now."

Zhuli held Jing Huaizhi's wrist bone and shook his head in refusal.

"Let's go, I'm here."

Cold Rou ruthlessly persuaded her.

She still shook her head in refusal.

Risking such a big risk to touch his study, he finally found a clue, if she disappeared now, Song Lang would definitely be suspicious.

What if it involves the cold softness again?

"Don't worry, I have my own way to deal with him."

Leng Zhirou seemed to see her concerns, and answered her calmly.

She has been like this for so many years, and she will not care about so many days anymore.

Zhuli's face was very ugly, and she held her hand and refused to let go.

"Sister Leng, I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked unconscious from behind.

"I'll do what I promised you."

Before leaving, Jing Huaizhi dropped this sentence.

A faint smile actually appeared on Leng Zhirou's always cold face.

But only for a moment.

"Thank you."

"Huaizhi."

Takeri woke up again in Seifuen.

My fingers pinched the back of my neck and pinched it, but I still couldn't stop the pain.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I glanced at the familiar bedrooms around me.

She's back again?

Wasn't she talking to Leng Zhirou?

I don't remember what happened after that.

In a daze, the doorknob was unscrewed from the outside.