"Then let me get straight to the point." Ghost smiled slightly and said respectfully, "I found out that Yi Sen is in contact with Interpol. He seems to have a handle on Dark Night. He wants to cooperate with Interpol to annihilate Dark Night!"
"What?" Leng Qin was shocked.
The king finally had emotion in his eyes, it was a bone-chilling chill, and with a strange smile, he stared at the ghost coldly.
"Yes, Yi Sen was once imprisoned by the government of Country M for twenty years for covering up his son Yi Xuan's crime. His character and credibility are not as good as before. But, Wang, you should believe how much the government of Country M and Interpol want to
They want to annihilate us. If Yi Sen can help them contain us, why wouldn't they do it?" Ghost smiled slightly and looked deeply at the king.
The king still stared at him coldly and remained silent for a long time.
"King, please put down your anger." Ghost bowed humbly, "Guardian Zuo and I are just worried that your identity will be exposed if you continue to stay here, and we have no other intention. Moreover, Yi Sen is indeed a good person to An Ye now.
A big threat. Although his criminal mind is not as good as his son's, it is not much worse. Please put the overall situation first and think twice before acting."
"Tomorrow, I will return to the headquarters." The king finally said.
"Then I'll retreat first." Ghost bowed deeply and quickly disappeared from the room.
"King, then..." Leng Qin looked at the king uneasily and expectantly.
"Stay here for now." The king didn't even raise his eyebrows. He had to leave here tomorrow. It was too late to call someone else here. He had to have a right-hand man by his side, so he could only continue to let Leng Qin stay by his side.
"Yes!" Leng Qin was overjoyed.
"If I find anything strange about you again, you will be killed without mercy!" The king gave Leng Qin a cold look, stood up and walked to the bathroom.
"Yes." Leng Qin followed.
…
In another room, Minglang had already coaxed Mingxi to sleep. After talking for nearly an hour, Minglang's mood turned from worry to complicated and contradictory, because he discovered that Mingxi was not with Wang Zun because of temporary comfort, but
I really fell in love with him.
When Ming Xi talks about Wang Zun, sincere affection will appear in her eyes, and a peaceful smile will appear on her face. Those eyes and smiles have never been seen before.
Minglang really didn't understand, what kind of magic power did that Wang Zun have in such a short period of time? He actually captured Xi'er's heart like this?
Hearing the sound coming from downstairs, Minglang knew that Xia Zihan and the others were back, and was about to leave. However, he accidentally discovered that there was a small blood stain in Mingxi's cotton slippers. He picked up the slippers and took a closer look. The blood stain was still fresh.
, yes, it must be the blood shed by Wang Zun just now.
Leng Qin and the bodyguards in black cleaned this place very carefully, leaving no traces. However, they overlooked one thing. When Mingxi got up, she wore these cotton slippers, and the blood stains were on the shoes.
The one in the middle of the board was just covered by Mingxi's feet, so no one noticed it.
I really didn't expect that after all their calculations, they managed to leave a clue in silence.
Minglang quietly took the slipper and left the room, and soon took another identical one and put it in its place. Only he, Xia Zihan, and Xia Shihao knew this secret, and they must not reveal it.
…
Xia Zihan was lying on the bed, with an intravenous drip in his left hand, an oxygen inhaler under his nose, and an electrocardiograph plugged into his body.
Mo Liuli finally fell asleep due to exhaustion. Gu Xiyan and the servant helped her to the next room to rest. Minglang walked into the room, put a small instrument on the door, and then pressed the watch on his hand to adjust the
After a while, the sound isolator was installed.
"You're finally here. Get rid of these things. It's so uncomfortable." Xia Zihan let out a long breath.
"In order to recognize your son, please be patient." Minglang walked over lamely and removed the oxygen inhaler and electrocardiograph while saying, "The drip is anti-inflammatory, you must continue to inject, otherwise the wound will worsen.
.”
"How is your leg injury?" Xia Zihan glanced at Minglang's leg. He was shot in the thigh, but it had been several days. Although the injury has improved now, the wound has not completely healed.
"It's nothing serious." Minglang put a slipper on the desk, then took out a set of instruments from the dark cabinet and started to act.
"What are you doing?" Xia Zihan was lying on the bed, looking at him inexplicably.
"Help you identify your son." Minglang said with a smile, "You didn't expect it, right? You spent half your life not forcing him to take a blood test, but I got his blood sample so easily."
"What? What's going on?" Xia Zihan sat up excitedly, pulled at the wound, and immediately lay down again in pain.
"Just lie there and I'll take a blood sample for a blood test right now." Minglang took the blood sample from his slippers while chatting with Xia Zihan, and told Xia Zihan everything that happened in Mingxi's room just now.
"You didn't see how shrewd that kid was. He stared at me with a pair of dark eyes, wary of me winking at Yanyan. I watched the blood on Xi'er's body being washed away, but there was nothing I could do. I even expected his assistant.
I will remove the blood samples from Xi'er's clothes. Unexpectedly, by chance, I found a blood stain on this slipper. It's really a miracle."
"God must have mercy on my desire to find a son. For twenty years, I have not given up looking for Mo'er for a moment." Xia Zihan sighed.
"Okay, the blood has been brought out. I'll test it right now." Minglang started the test. It won't take five minutes for all the results to come out.
Whether Wang Zun is Xia Zihan’s son or not will be revealed soon!
…
"Dong dong!" Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. Xia Zihan and Minglang exchanged glances. Minglang immediately put away the instruments on the table and helped Xia Zihan plug in the oxygen tube and electrocardiograph.
Then open the door.
"Uncle Ming." Xia Feng was about to come in.
"A Feng." Minglang stopped him, "Your dad is very weak now, let him rest."
"Oh." Xia Feng nodded, but felt a little strange in his heart. Uncle Ming seemed to have something he didn't want me to know.
"By the way, what's the matter with you?" Minglang asked.
"Xia Ye left. He said he was rushing back to Mengcheng. Let me tell you and daddy."
"Oh, okay, I understand. Call your daddy when he is well."
"Aunt Yan asked you to come down and have something to eat."
"Wait a minute, I'm not hungry."
"Okay, I'll go tell her. If daddy wakes up, please call me."
"good."
Xia Feng finally walked away, and both Xia Zihan and Minglang breathed a sigh of relief. Minglang locked the door, walked to the desk, took out the instruments, and continued testing.
On the other side, Xia Feng returned to his room, locked the door, took out a microcomputer from under the bed, connected the headphones and put them on, and jumped on the keyboard a few times with his long fingers, and the sound from Xia Zihan's room reached his ears.