The snow on the roadside still did not melt.

Mo Yun stepped on it with his feet, leaving deep footprints in the snow.

After leaving the body, he did not return to the yard, but took Rong'er to the other side, walked to the side door on the other side, and walked out of the Mo's mansion through the side door.

No one has stepped on the snow in the remote alley.

I stepped on it and creaked.

"Do you think Feng Lin's death is really an accident?" Mo Yun asked.

"I don't think so." Rong'er shook her head.

"Oh? Tell me the reason."

"I just saw his body. Although I could indeed smell alcohol, it was not strong." Rong'er whispered, "I have been in the Mo Mansion for a while. I heard that Feng Lin is not a person who likes to drink, and there is little chance of getting drunk."

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"Also, the guards of the Mo family have practiced a unique qigong exercise method," Rong'er said. "For a long period of practice, in addition to strengthening the body, it can also enhance the skin and increase defense."

"Oh?" Mo Yun looked at her with interest, "Have you learned it too?"

"I... only looked a little bit..." Rong'er's face turned red and she lowered her head embarrassedly, "I heard that the escort of the Mo Mansion, Lord Molushan, has been practicing this Qigong exercise method for almost twenty years. Her skin is very strong, and ordinary swords and guns cannot hurt him."

"so what?"

"By this inference, even if Feng Lin fell down drunk, he would not be hit by a stone." Rong'er analyzed, "It is possible unless someone presses his head and hits it with a lot of force."

"Then who do you think the murderer will be?"

"Rong'er doesn't know either."

She shook her head, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, "But there are definitely not many people who can do similar things."

"It's okay, tell me what you think. Don't worry about anything."

"In Maolin City, in addition to our Mo family, those who have the ability and courage to do this are the people of the Zhang family and the people of the Chengwei Mansion." Rong'er paused, "In addition, there are some small gangs, but they all know the people of the Mo family and dare not attack us."

"What else?" Mo Yun frowned.

"Apart from that, it's a practitioner..." Rong'er said softly.

"Practitioner?"

"Yes." Rong'er nodded slightly, "Even the weakest practitioner, it is easy to deal with Feng Lin. But only in our city, there are only those in our mansion, the Zhang family and the Chengwei Mansion."

After coming to this world, Mo Yun had already learned some information about the practitioners.

He knew that he was also a practitioner.

The energy flowing in the body is what the practitioner calls true qi.

"But the strange thing is also here." Rong'er frowned slightly and continued, "Although the Zhang family has never dealt with us, it has never conflicted with us in business only; and the Chengwei Mansion has always remained neutral and has a good relationship with us."

"So in terms of the motive of committing the crime, these two companies can basically be ruled out."

"So the murderer is probably someone we are not familiar with, and he is also very dangerous." Mo Yun nodded.

"Yeah." Rong'er lowered her face, "I think this is why the butler is unwilling to go into it."

A hint of undetectable surprise flashed in Mo Yun's eyes.

Compared to most people he met in the mansion, Rong'er's calmness and rationality were far beyond that. Although it was not easy to see at first glance, she gradually showed extraordinary things over time after being in contact with her for a long time.

And this seems to be the result of her intentional restraint.

Mo Yun couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

To apply the terms in the game, she seems to have the "protagonist halo" on her body.

Let me think about it... I am poor in life, living in a wealthy family, learning martial arts secretly, and then by chance I joined the sect... Then I am strong when I meet the strong, soaring into the sky... The real protagonist template.

Mo Yun couldn't help but think of many things in his heart.

"Since that's the case, we'd better not go too far."

He nodded, walked out of the alley first, and turned a corner.

"Young Master, Zuichun Tower is here." Rong'er reminded in a low voice.

"Uh..." Mo Yun was stunned for a moment and asked helplessly:

"Where is the dirt pit that Feng Lin fell to death?"

"ah?"

Rong'er was also stunned for a moment, "It's the direction you are heading."

"That's OK."

As he said that, Mo Yun was about to move forward.

"But, didn't you say you shouldn't go too far?" Rong'er asked.

"Just curious, just take a look." Mo Yun said casually.

Although it is casual on the surface, he is not as calm as he appears.

He had already felt that Feng Lin's death was most likely related to the crisis mentioned in the mission prompt.

That being the case, this is a key intelligence point.

By investigating this matter, it is very likely that important information will be obtained.

Thinking of this, his pace couldn't help but speed up slightly.

The snow on the street has been cleaned up by the shops on the roadside. Several blocks outside the Mo Mansion are their own territory, and most of the owners of the shops on the roadside know Mo Yun.

"Young Master, come and enjoy the glory when you have time."

"Good afternoon, young master."

People kept saying hello to him on the way.

Mo Yun responded with a smile.

"Young Master, the wild boar meat I just stewed today has a lot of salt added, and it tastes very good." A fragrant meaty smell came from a butcher shop on the right. The middle-aged man wearing a gray-yellow apron greeted with a smile.

"Come and eat next time."

Mo Yun smiled and kept walking forward.

A few minutes later, after walking out of a few blocks, shops on both sides of the road began to be sparse, and there were many dilapidated wooden houses around it, which was a residential area.

There are fewer people who know Mo Yun in this area.

Not long after leaving, a man's voice suddenly came from Mo Yun's ears:

"Mr. Mo, long time no see."

Mo Yun turned his head and found a fat man wearing a golden striped coat walking across from him.

The fat man's face was full of fat, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his lustful eyes first swept across Rong'er behind him, then restrained himself and focused on him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Although he didn't know the fat man at all, Mo Yun still pretended to be familiar with him and said hello.

"I heard that a guard captain died in the Mo family? Or was he killed by a drunken fall. It's so unfortunate." The little fat man sighed, "There are really unexpected things in this world."

"hehe."

Mo Yun snorted twice without a smile, without responding.

"What a pity for those two little ladies who are as beautiful as flowers."

Seeing that Mo Yun's expression was cold, the fat man no longer concealed his inner thoughts, showed a despicable smile and said in a regretful tone.

"oh?"

When Mo Yun heard this, he looked at the fat man up and down a few more times and suddenly said:

"Are you Feng Lin's creditor?"

"Yes." The fat man smiled, "What kind of virtue is this guy Feng Lin? It's a waste of resources to find such a beautiful little lady. It's better to give it to me for fun. Unfortunately, Mr. Mo doesn't want to do it, so he has to give you a face, forget it."

"You can't kill Feng Lin, right?"

Mo Yun suddenly held the knife at his waist, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

A powerful momentum suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

"No, no, Mr. Mo, don't joke."

The fat man was shocked and took a step back suddenly. More than a dozen guards behind him surrounded him.

But the faces of the guards were also pale.

Only when facing Mo Yun at close range did I realize how terrifying that feeling was.

Although I heard that the eldest son of the Mo family did not kill indiscriminately, what was going on with this powerful murderous intent!

They never expected that Mo Yun at this moment was not the ordinary and gentle eldest son of the Mo family, but Mo Yun, who had experienced three games worlds and was accustomed to killing.
To be continued...