While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 632
"The location of these fireworks...is it Aries?"

The mixed-race man's face was slightly turned towards Song He's direction, but his gaze was still fixed on the fireworks in the shape of a goat after blooming in the night sky, and his tone was full of surprise.

"That's right." Song He was also amazed at the execution ability of this fireworks company. Although he had already given the design drawings and detailed plans, the actual effect was far better than he expected, which was a surprise to him.

"Then it's the Taurus constellation next?" The mixed-race man looked at the several fireworks that rose into the sky immediately, and vaguely compared their distribution with the star map in his memory, and found that it was indeed highly consistent with the Taurus constellation, so he couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough It's Taurus!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden light swelled loudly, just like what the mixed-race man said, it looked like a giant golden bull that bent its knees and bumped into it!
"As expected of a world-renowned company, it's amazing!" Song He clicked his tongue in admiration, and said with a smile: "I don't know when your birthday is, so I might as well give you all the twelve signs of the zodiac."

The mixed-race man laughed when he heard the words: "You must spoil your girlfriend very much."

Song He nodded, but saw that the mixed-race man looked at him differently, shuddered inexplicably, and quickly shouted: "Let me explain first! I like women!"

"Hahaha...cough cough..." The mixed-race man suddenly burst into laughter, and the cough that followed quickly subsided behind Zhong Shushun, with a teasing smile on his face: "What a coincidence, I like it too woman."

Knowing that he had been teased by the mixed-race man, Song He shrugged indifferently, ignored the smiling faces of Uncle Zhong and Daniel, and continued to appreciate the various constellations constantly blooming in the night sky.

A few minutes later, all the twelve constellations of the zodiac were revealed in the sky. The mixed-race man looked at the dark night that had returned to silence with unfulfilled interest: "Are there any more?"

Song He sat firmly on the Diaoyutai with his legs crossed: "Do you think I intend to get up?"

The mixed-race man suddenly smiled like a child: "What's behind?"

dong dong dong...

Before Song He could answer, a series of meteors rose into the sky again, turning into a big bear in the night sky in the blink of an eye.

"The sky is full of 88 constellations, and I have been hesitant to let them all show their faces tonight." Song He stretched out his palm and waved towards the sky: "However, you can't be too perfect in being a person and doing things, so I will cut off a few. unattainable and unlikable."

"Therefore, what we can see tonight is the 48 constellations I carefully selected."

After Song He said that, he felt something, and glanced at Uncle Zhong behind the mixed-race man. Seeing that the other party looked at him gratefully, he smiled and nodded slightly in response.

The mixed-race man was extremely intelligent, so he naturally knew the real reason why there were only 48 constellations tonight. He smiled at himself and said nothing, but looked at the sky with increasing anticipation, as if he was waiting for something.

Sensing the change in the mixed-race man, Song He couldn't help but look at him twice, but saw that his hands that were originally resting on the armrests of the chair were clenched tightly at some point. Apart from anticipation, he seemed a little nervous.

Song He, who was curious, knew that it was inconvenient to investigate at this time, so while watching the fireworks, he also secretly paid attention to the reaction of the mixed-race man.

Finally, when more than [-] constellations appeared in the night sky, more than a dozen fireworks distributed in a cross shape rushed into the sky, and then the flames suddenly burst into bloom, and a bright silver swan suddenly spread its wings in the sky!

In an instant, the mixed-race man's whole body tensed up, his hands clenched tightly as if he were holding something, and even his originally steady breathing suddenly became rapid and disordered!
Song He looked at the mixed-race man with some worry, but saw that he was staring at the silver swan that was gradually dissipating in the night sky, and then slowly closed his eyes, not to watch the remaining fireworks.

Until then, Song He finally understood that the original nervousness and anticipation of the mixed-race man was actually worrying about whether there would be a Cygnus in the fireworks tonight.

After figuring this out, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: Does Cygnus have a different meaning to you?The remembrance before I close my eyes is for the deceased elders...

At this time, Uncle Zhong also noticed the abnormality of the mixed-race man, and gently put his hands on the mixed-race man's shoulders.

So, apart from Daniel standing behind Song He who was still admiring the fireworks outside the window, none of the other three paid attention to the wonderful fireworks show.

When the No.40 eight-constellation fireworks dissipated, the night sky returned to its original dim appearance, and the mixed-race man seemed to have recovered from his mood swings, reminiscing about the surprises brought to him by the fireworks show.

"You have given me such a wonderful gift, you have given me a problem." The mixed-race man shook his head and smiled, with a pensive expression on his face that had regained some blood.

"It's nothing." Song He chuckled, with imperceptible expectations in his relaxed tone: "If you're really sorry, it's okay to reimburse the expenses."

"No." The mixed-race man shook his head resolutely: "This is too sorry for your gift, and besides, friendship cannot be measured by money."

Song He was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: I'll go!What you said is so righteous, I almost look down on myself...

"How about it." After thinking for a moment, the mixed-race man said seriously: "When I was recuperating in Sang Country, I carefully prepared a gift for you, which should be treated as a reward for these fireworks."

Song He's words of rejection swirled in his mouth, but the taste changed when he spoke: "Then don't be too stingy, I'll give all my income for the day to the sky for fun."

The mixed-race man laughed: "Don't worry, you will be satisfied."

After chatting for a while, the mixed-race man became more and more tired, so Song He said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he also got the contact information specially given to him by Uncle Zhong out of gratitude, so that he can use it when he needs help in the future.

Song Hejing also had a little more sympathy and approval for the mixed-race man after this incident, so naturally he would not refuse, and kept the number firmly in his mind.

Back at the hotel, Song He said a few words to the mixed-race man, then calmed down and prepared to leave the next day.

The next day, Song He used the points to expand the space for storing the ring again, and then converted all the money he won from the casino in the past few days into cash, put it in the ring, and Shi Shiran boarded the plane back to Qindu.

"Didn't you go for a week, why did you come back so soon?" Shen Jianghe took away Song He's ID to cover up his identity, and asked curiously.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll miss me?" Song He said with a playful smile, "Besides, you work so much, I don't want to come back soon to help you, it seems that I'm so ignorant."

"I believe your dog's mouth!" Shen Jianghe glared at Song He, stretched out his hand and said, "Where are the investigation materials? Bring them!"

Song He obediently handed the prepared document bag to Shen Jianghe, with a serious expression on his face: "Master, according to my investigation, there are wolves inside, and there is even a tiger inside, you have to plan it out."

"I still need you to teach me!" Shen Jianghe snorted, took the file bag and opened it, only to find that there were more than a dozen lifelike hand-painted portraits inside, and there were Song He's profile and identity investigation of these people in the blank space.

"So much?" Shen Jianghe frowned.

(End of this chapter)