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473. Chapter 471 Tragic death [7]

"oh?"

"It seems to be related to the female ghost in red..."

Everything was just Zhong Bo's guess. He was not very courageous and had been caught twice by Xia Qianshuang and others. Now he had lost the protection of the mountain ghost and no longer dared to cause trouble again.

A pair of hands quickly rubbed the cheeks, completely wiping away the white powder, revealing the flesh-colored skin. He looked at Leng Yan and Xia Qianshuang in fear, and said tremblingly: "I've told you everything I know.

, if you don’t believe it, just...just use the spiritual eye magic you mentioned to see, I really didn’t lie!”

After a few words, Xia Qianshuang and Leng Yan were sure that Zhong Bo had indeed retained his consciousness when he was possessed by the mountain ghost. The fact that he could take the initiative to say these words showed that he was indeed not lying.

"Since you know your mistakes and can correct them, we won't pursue the matter this time. But for the sins you committed before, you must accept the same punishment as Wu Liang."

After saying that, Leng Yan reached out and touched Zhong Bo's eyebrows. Zhong Bo felt his whole body tremble, as if an electric current was passing through his body.

He got up, acted as if nothing had happened, went to the police station and surrendered for kidnapping the child.

Looking at Zhong Bo's funny figure in the distance, Xia Qianshuang sighed slightly and turned to ask Leng Yan: "Next, should we track the mountain ghost, or should we tell Xinyou and Yeyue about the investigation?"

Leng Yan thought for a while: "Jiang Xinyou has gone through enough, let us handle the next thing."

As he said that, he held Xia Qianshuang's hand tightly, looked at her deeply, smoothed the remaining hair around her ears, and said in a deep voice: "It's just that I've suffered a lot for you. I haven't had a good rest these days.

.”

Hearing this, Xia Qianshuang couldn't help but feel a sore nose. She lowered her head and shook her head slightly: "I'm fine. I just feel sad. I feel very uncomfortable."

She has experienced the feeling of losing a loved one countless times, and she can completely understand the grief in Jiang Xinyou's heart at this moment.

Seeing Xia Qianshuang's eyes were red, Leng Yan couldn't help but sigh, and hugged her into his arms: "Don't think about the past, there will be me in the future. I... will never leave you..."

The street lamps on the street emitted dim light, elongating the two people's overlapping figures, and even the shadows hanging on the ground were a bit lingering.

At this moment, Jiang Xinyou slowly opened her eyes.

Familiar room, familiar atmosphere, Yeyue sat quietly beside her, but she knew that her parents were dead and would never come back.

The cold little hands couldn't help but tremble and hooked Yeyue's fingers. Jiang Xinyou's eyes, which had just woken up, were still blurred by tears and covered with a thin layer of mist. She looked at Yeyue with sparkling tears and said softly: "Today I...

I shouldn’t have said that to you…”

Staring at Jiang Xinyou with such sad eyes, Yeyue felt her heart tremble, she couldn't help but slowly leaned over, supported her neck with her right hand, and slowly brushed away her tears with the fingers of her left hand, and said lightly like the spring breeze: "If

That will make you more comfortable, and I won't mind what you say."

He held her as if he were holding the most beloved thing in his life, holding her tightly in his arms, letting Jiang Xinyou's warm tears wet his clothes, letting her little hands beat on his chest, and listening to her heartbreaking words.

Cries…

Time is like returning to another space.
Chapter completed!
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