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Li Zhushi was sitting in the back seat of the car and was talking on the phone.

"Dad, the person who pushed me down to the lake should have been looking for Mei Renxin. Li Zhushi relayed what Song Qiu said to her.

On the other end of the phone was Li Yuantu, a giant in Jiangcheng.

"No wonder my people can't investigate the nearby surveillance video, Mei Renxin's father is the executive vice president of Jiangcheng University, so it makes sense. Li Yuantu said on the other end of the phone.

"But even if we know about these things, what can we do? If we can't find the surveillance video, it means that there is no evidence, and we can't do anything about Mei Renxin. Li Zhushi'e frowned lightly and said.

"Hmph, what if there is no evidence? Although in Jiangcheng University, I can't help their Mei family's father and son, but out of Jiangcheng University, I have a way to clean him up!" Li Yuantu was really angry, and dared to attack his baby daughter, which already challenged his bottom line.

Li Zhushi paused and said, "By the way, Dad, can we do something for Song Qiu, can we find a way to restore his school status?"

"It's not easy, after all, Jiangcheng University is the home of the Mei family. Li Yuantu replied.

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The moment when the knife flashes.

The spring breeze disperses, the morning sun covers the clouds, and the geese are startled.

The sword light lit up on the cliff, but it startled Song Qiu's cold sweat under the cliff.

Where there is a sword light, there are naturally people.

On the high cliff stood two groups of people standing opposite each other. There are four people in one of the groups, all of whom are tiger-backed, carrying big knives in their hands, and dressed like bandits in costume dramas. The other group has only two young men and women, the same ancient dress, the woman is dressed in green clothes, graceful, the man is holding a bamboo flute, it is obvious that the song just now is blowing out of his mouth, I don't know why, Song Qiu always feels that the man is a little familiar.

Song Qiu looked at it from a distance, the man and woman were surrounded by several people on the edge of the high cliff, and the group with many people didn't know why, so they swung the big knife vigorously according to the two of them.

The bamboo flute in the young man's hand danced, and there was an indescribable elegance in his gestures, and in an understatement, he actually suppressed the four big men together.

After more than a dozen moves, the situation in the field was even more unfavorable for the four big men, and they were almost in a state of being pressed and beaten.

A big man with a suffocated face suddenly shouted and slashed towards the woman, the voice that even Song Qiu could hear clearly, revealing a ruthless determination.

The woman didn't seem to know anything about martial arts, and was shocked, perhaps because she was afraid of disturbing the man, so she couldn't hold back her screams.

The young man saw it clearly, and with a flute of lightning, he knocked down a person, shifted his feet and changed positions, hurriedly returned to defense, and with a loud sound, repelled the long knife.

This action was only in a blink of an eye, and the consumption was extremely high, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down the man's forehead.

At this time, the remaining two big men discovered the man's weakness and cut it off according to the woman.

In order to protect the woman, the man could only stand in front of a rain of knives.

Perhaps seeing that the situation was improving, several big men were negligent, and the man found a place to live in the Jedi, and knocked down two more people in a row.

At this time, they had been fighting for a long time, and the remaining big men and men were already weak, so Song Qiu, who didn't even know a little about martial arts, could see that both of them were at the end of their crossbows.

After a few more moves, the man controlled the situation in the field again, and the big man saw that there was no hope of winning, with a hideous expression on his face, and rushed towards the man, all of which were a lose-lose style.

The flute in the man's hand had already knocked on the big man, and it was too late to defend at this time, just when Song Qiu thought that both of them were going to be injured and die, suddenly a figure rushed out from the side.

The woman in Tsing Yi who had been standing behind the man actually used her chest to block this killer knife for the man!

The bamboo flute hits the Han Tianling cover.

A long knife stabbed the woman in the chest and abdomen.

Blood was all over the sky.

The young man froze for a moment, let out a wail, covered the woman's bleeding wound with his hand, and stumbled down the hill.

A gust of wind blew across Song Qiu's face.

It was still spring, but the wind was even more blowy than in the middle of winter.

The cold of Sen Sen forced Song Qiu to tremble, and the picture in front of him turned around, but it was a mountain temple.

Outside the mountain temple, the red leaves are all over the mountain, and the bleak cold wind swept by, and the fiery red maple leaves flew one after another, swaying like a light rain, and sprinkled down one after another.

Autumn wind.

Defoliation.

Lonely monks, tombs.

A young monk sits on his knees beside a tombless monument and recites Buddhist scriptures with his head bowed.

The temple door opened, and an old monk walked out.

The old monk walked up to the young monk and sighed, "You have a debt of affection, and it may be difficult to become a Buddha in this life." ”

The young monk opened his eyes, stared at the tomb, and said indifferently: "The disciple is not a Buddha in this life, but only wishes to bless her for a hundred lifetimes." ”

The ancient temple bell rings.

Song Qiu woke up in shock.

Looking at the faint morning light outside the window, I finally remembered that it was just a dream of Nan Ke.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

For some reason, the scene in the dream felt so real to him that it seemed like it had really happened.

Especially the young man in the dream, he always felt that he had vaguely seen it somewhere, especially after shaving, the sense of familiarity was even stronger.

It's just that he always stood far away, and the man's face couldn't be seen.

"Is it really just a dream?" Song Qiu thought as he pillowed his head with his hands.

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I have to say that the efficiency of the Huaxia police is still very high. After investigating Chang Zonghao and the owner of the consignment shop, Mei Renxin was quickly invited to the police station, but because there was no conclusive evidence, it was only an inquiry. Of course, Mei Renxin denied Chang Zonghao's accusations in one bite, and the police station had no choice but to compile the interrogation records into a set of materials and forward them to Jiangcheng University in the form of an official letter.

In the office of the vice president of Jiangcheng University, Mei Renxin's father, Mei Tianli, executive vice president of Jiangcheng University, stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, picked up the inquiry transcript casually, flipped through it, and threw the thick stack of official letters on the desk with great contempt, and said lightly: "There is no evidence." ”