The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

In a car, three policemen and a "suspect" looked at each other.

Mainly because Ma Tianxi was in such a depressed state, his whole body was in a mess, and he completely looked like he "didn't want to live anymore".

He leaned against the carriage, his head lowered and said nothing.

The Bugatti made a smooth sweeping sharp turn, slowed down, stopped, and waited at the door of the flower shop.

Xiao Jingchuan, wearing a black hoodie, got out of the car with a slightly sullen face, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and pulled Tang Jiao out.

Tang Jiao was also wearing a thin hoodie and was about to enter the store in a hurry.

"and many more."

Xiao Jingchuan held her elbow, took out her thin coat from the car, spread it on her, bent down to fasten the zipper, and pulled it to her chest.

"It's getting cold, why do I always forget to wear something?"

Tang Jiao stood up straight and allowed him to move, scratching his forehead and smiling, "I'm not so afraid of the cold now."

Xiao Jingchuan pinched her nose with his fingers, "Forgot about your runny nose last week?"

Tang Jiaomo.

She is in good health now, and she is much more greedy for cold food than before. She loves both food and cold food.

She took Xiao Jingchuan's hand and pulled him away, "Okay, hurry in and see what Dongyang and the others found."

When Qi Dongyang called Xiao Jingchuan, he had just woken up and sat up when he heard that Bai Sheng had run away.

Originally, I wanted to go out quietly by myself.

As a result, as soon as the quilt was lifted, Tang Jiao, who had just closed his eyes, quickly sat up on his knees and climbed onto his back.

Her soft jade arms hugged his neck, and she lay on her shoulder and said vaguely: "Wherever you go, I will go too."

As he said that, he tightened his arms as if he was trying not to let me go.

Xiao Jingchuan didn't waste any time. He supported the still dazed little woman with his backhand and went directly to the bathroom.

Tang Jiao was shocked as soon as he walked into the flower shop.

The originally bright, clean and elegant flower shop was in a mess, as if it had been looted and smashed.

Flower stands, flower pots, culture soil, and flowers with broken branches and leaves were all over the floor. Even the white walls were dirty, as if someone had smashed them with flower pots.

"Is this... being robbed?"

"Ma Tianxi smashed it."

Qi Dongyang and Zhan Hao were in the back room and came out when they heard the noise. They roughly told how they came to the flower shop in the early morning to capture Bai Sheng.

Xiao Jingchuan's gaze swept across the small and medium-sized flower shop.

He raised his legs and walked two steps in. His eyes suddenly stopped and he moved back under a fallen log flower stand.

There was a broken red brick flowerpot.

He walked over with a cold face and easily kicked off the flower stand above.

A flower with soil broken out of a broken flower pot was revealed. The purple-black flowers on it had shrunk and stuck to the floor, as if they had been stepped on several times.

"Black Mandala..."

Tang Jiao murmured, "Bai Sheng originally planted a whole row of black mandalas on this flower stand..."

Now, she already knew everything Bai Sheng had done to Xiao Jingchuan, including the black mandala he left behind three times with unknown meanings.

One time was when Xiao Jingchuan was in a pool of blood after killing the kidnapper.

One time was after Xiaoqing's death, when he appeared in her hand.

The last time was a bunch of black mandalas in front of Xiaoqing's tombstone on the anniversary of her death five or six years ago.

Now, Bai Sheng suddenly disappeared, and at such a coincidental time.

A cursory glance showed that all the flowers in the store were still there, except for the most conspicuous and numerous black mandalas.

That flower was really like the feeling Tang Jiao had when he saw it for the first time.

Eerie and ominous.

She felt a little uneasy, always feeling that something was about to happen.

Tang Jiao reached out and put his hand into Xiao Jingchuan's tight palm, interlocking his fingers.

The deep black eyes of Xiao Jingchuan moved slightly, and he held Tang Ziao back hard, raised his foot and casually kicked the disgusting flower that was sticking to the ground and oozing dry black juice, and even kicked the flower pot away.

Qi Dongyang naturally knew about this flower.

Thinking of the things found in the house there, his expression was really ugly, and his usual leisurely look was completely gone.

Zhan Hao stood aside and silently examined the tall and imposing Xiao Jingchuan for a moment.

As if assessing his danger.

"Go in and have a look."

He tilted his neck to the side and headed towards the inner room first.

Xiao Jingchuan held Tang Jiao's hand with a cold handsome face and lifted his heels.

"Wait a minute."

Qi Dongyang scratched his hair and walked over with a troubled expression.

In Tang Jiao's confused eyes, he turned sideways and whispered a few words into Xiao Jingchuan's ear.

Tang Jiao clearly felt that Xiao Jingchuan's breathing had changed, and she frowned.

I don’t know what Qi Dongyang said to him.

Xiao Jingchuan looked sideways at Tang Jiao, with a seeming struggle and hesitation in his deep eyes.

Before he could speak, Tang Jiao clasped his big palm, pulled it, and said dissatisfied:

"Why are you avoiding talking to me?"

"Ahem." Qi Dongyang turned away his eyes, took a step back as if it had nothing to do with him, and rubbed his pants with his backhand.

He turned around and followed his senior brother in first.

Tang Jiao pursed his lips slightly and looked at Xiao Jingchuan with disapproval in his eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan calmed down the emotions in his eyes and said in as relaxed a tone as possible:

"You might see something bad inside, do you want to wait in the car?"

"No, no!"

Tang Jiao refused without thinking, and pulled Xiao Jingchuan, who was three sizes taller than her, inside.

"I'm not afraid, I want to be with you."

The back of his head shows a stubbornness that cannot be discussed.

Xiao Jingchuan sighed lightly, retracted his arm, and pulled Tang Jiao back.

"What! I won't agree-"

Before Tang Jiao finished speaking, he was hugged by a tall man.

"...Jiaojiao."

"No matter what you see, don't be afraid of me."

His voice was very low, a bit uncertain and tight.

Tang Jiao blinked slowly.

The hands that stopped in mid-air gathered together and hugged the man's lean and broad waist.

He said firmly: "I won't."

She leaned her side of her face against Xiao Jingchuan's ear and whispered softly:

"In my heart, you are always the best, and nothing can shake you."

Xiao Jingchuan closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and hugged the soft and petite body in his arms.

Holding Tang Jiao's hand firmly, he walked towards the room with the long and thin door frame.

A medium-sized room.

There was a wooden floor, and a wide wooden chair with black cold light was placed in the middle. The surrounding furnishings were simple.

As soon as the two entered the door, their attention was immediately attracted by the wall on the left.

It's all pictures, pictures of adults and children.

Some of the photos are old and yellowed, some still look new, and some have a small circle drawn with a red marker in the upper right corner.

"This……"

Tang Jiao looked at the photos on the wall and felt an inexplicable creepy feeling.

Qi Dongyang reached out and patted the wall: "There are 55 pairs of photos of suspected parent-child relationships. Bai Sheng seems to have been investigating or planning something."

He clicked on two photos with very new colors:

"Do you still remember this person? Green Obai, this one with the little green hair should be his child."

"I know!"

Tang Jiao exclaimed.