Fu Youhan was also aware of Si Lin's uncontrolled behavior, so he didn't pursue it further.

He personally led people to search door to door in the back streets, but no trace of the dead ghosts or the others was found.

It lasted until three o'clock in the morning, still to no avail.

Chi Jing couldn't help but mutter: "Is it possible that these three people can fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"

"It's impossible to escape from the ground. It should be coordinated inside and outside." Fu Youhan said.

"Who is helping him? The only one who could leave from the back street just now was Master Si's car."

Chi Jing's words made Fu Youhan's black eyes narrow slightly...

At this time, Mr. Fu called again.

"Where are you? I called you several times just now, why didn't you answer the phone?"

Fu Youhan lit a cigarette and took two puffs before responding playfully: "I was at night, and the music was too loud and I didn't hear it! What's wrong?"

After Mr. Fu heard the word "night", he became very angry.

"What's wrong? I asked you to come to Wang Ning's banquet to welcome the wind and cleanse the dust. You took part in it and ran to a place like the night. You ask me what's wrong?"

"There are so many people at the dinner party. If I am missing, it will be a big deal. If I am more, it will not be much." Fu Youhan was still indifferent.

"How long are you going to let yourself go? Wang Ning said she can cure your leg, so it's not hopeless!" Mr. Fu scolded her coldly.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll hang up first." As before, Fu Youhan would avoid it every time the treatment of his legs was mentioned.

But before Fu Youhan was about to hang up the phone, Mr. Fu suddenly said: "Wait! Donald is dead."

"Oh." Fu Youhan acted quite calmly.

Mr. Fu asked tentatively: "Do you know something happened to him?"

After learning that Donald was dead, when Mr. Fu rushed to check, he saw a figure very similar to Fu Youhan walking right under the window of the room where Donald had the accident.

But because the back streets were full of bars and the lighting was bad, Mr. Fu was not sure whether it was Fu Youhan.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, Mr. Fu could not sleep.

He even continued to deduce that Fu Youhan's legs were intact, but he kept pretending to give up on himself in a wheelchair. Was it because he knew everything and wanted to wait for an opportunity to take revenge?

Until this moment, Mr. Fu's heart is still hanging on.

But Fu Youhan seemed not to notice his worries and said casually:

"Donald relies on robbery for most of his goods. Sooner or later something will happen to him. It's surprising that he can survive to this day."

After hearing Fu Youhan's answer, Mr. Fu was still thinking about the possibility of Fu Youhan pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

But Fu Youhan seemed to be impatient: "If it's okay, I'll continue drinking!"

Mr. Fu immediately changed his tone of voice: "You only know how to drink every day? You are ruining your body like this. You will regret it when you are old."

Fu Youhan said a few casual words and then hung up the phone.

But after hanging up the phone, he was still feeling particularly irritable.

Even though I smoked several cigarettes in the cold wind, it still failed to relieve my inner irritability.

So he left the scene to Chi Jing and drove back to Tianqin Bay by himself.

In fact, Jiang Moxi should have already fallen asleep when he returned to Tianqin Bay at this time.

But Fu Youhan didn't know what was wrong with him, he just wanted to come back to her.

Even if I can't do anything interesting with her, as long as I can get closer to her, I feel like the restlessness in my heart can be cleared away.

But what Fu Youhan didn't expect was that the moment he carefully opened the door to Jiang Moxi's room, he found that her bed was empty.

Fu Youhan quickly turned on the light in the room and saw that the bedding on the bed was neatly arranged.

At that moment, Fu Youhan's black eyes, which were even sharper than those of an eagle, flickered...

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At around four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Moxi returned to Tianqin Bay, and there was no light at all in the house.

In fact, before she came back, she went to find out more about Fu Youhan's people and found out that Fu Youhan's people were still looking for people door to door in the back streets.

She thought Fu Youhan should still be in the backstreets.

But the moment she opened the door and saw the empty room, her mood was inexplicably depressed to the extreme.

That empty feeling made her feel like a drowning person, sinking little by little without finding any salvation.

Jiang Moxi leaned against the door and tried weakly to close her eyes.

But at this moment, a cold male voice suddenly came.

"It's past four o'clock! Didn't you know you were going home?"

Jiang Moxi was so stimulated that she stood up straight and quickly turned on the lighting in the house.

The electric light illuminated everything in the room, including the man sitting on the couch.

The man was seen with a lazy posture, a cold face, and was wearing a black shirt and black trousers.

This black color is indeed easy to blend into the darkness. It is easy to deceive ordinary people, but Jiang Moxi cannot be deceived.

Because Jiang Moxi has received special training, she can detect the auras of many people in the same space.

But just now, she clearly didn't notice the presence of anyone else in the house.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that she has lived in a comfortable environment for so long that even her most basic survival skills have deteriorated?

Or is it that Fu Youhan also received similar skills training?

But at this time, Fu Youhan stood up and walked towards Jiang Moxi, temporarily making Jiang Moxi unable to think about anything else.

Because the moment she came up, Fu Youhan directly pinched her slender chin...

"Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

Fu Youhan looked down at Jiang Moxi. There was no special expression on his impeccably handsome face, but the black eyes that stared into Jiang Moxi's eyes were fierce and fierce.

Jiang Moxi had an intuition that Fu Youhan seemed to connect her with the person who killed Donald today.

But she thought that neither she nor Cui Ming nor Jing Yan left any evidence at the crime scene. As long as she didn't admit it, no one could do anything to her.

So she immediately slapped away Fu Youhan's hand holding her chin, turned around and walked towards her room.

"I went to the hospital for emergency treatment. Don't use this interrogative tone towards me."

Fu Youhan quickly chased after him and dragged Jiang Moxi back to him: "Going to the emergency room? What's wrong with you?"

His dark eyes looked up and down at Jiang Moxi, and the worry in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Dysmenorrhea almost cost me half my life."

After Jiang Moxi finished speaking, she wanted to break away from Fu Youhan and go back to her room.

But this time the man did not let go. Instead, he held her waist and locked his eyes on her.

"You should have called me if you felt uncomfortable! You shouldn't have run to the hospital by yourself in the middle of the night..."

No wonder the first time I saw her, I always felt that her face was too pale.

Fu Youhan once thought that she might have panicked because he discovered the secret.

Yes, today through the broken window, the moment Fu Youhan and the dead ghost faced each other, I always felt that the remaining half of the dead ghost’s face, which was obscured by the broken silver hair, looked like Jiang Moxi...

I haven’t entered the sheepfold, but I worry about entering the sheepfold every day.

So I can only save a few more manuscripts in the background so that I won’t delay updates once the sheepfold is over.

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