can not help

What a street fight looks like, a few low-level gangsters can't remember at all, they only have one word in their minds - run, but the street is so big, they deliberately picked a dead end with only one exit, the devil Right at the exit, where can they go?

They were still complaining to the boss before, it would be a pity to kill such a good-looking person directly, why don't they let the brothers play first, and let's talk after playing enough.But no one thought that this young man with a thin face who looked like a rich man would be so ruthless when he shot.

Murong Ling is like a ghost crawling out of hell, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he kicked the person who rushed up, and caught the person with a long knife, turned around and slashed at the person who was about to attack people.The blood flowed down Murong Ling's face and hit the ground drop by drop, making small splashes, and then melted into the stagnant water all over the ground and disappeared.

He walked towards the man with the scar at the corner of his eye without haste, every time he stepped, it seemed that he was on the man's heart.

Murong Ling squatted down, watching the man panting heavily on the ground, it was rare that he had the leisure to chat with this dying man.His rare smile crawled up the corners of his eyes, and the rain dripped down his pale cheeks onto the man's neck. It was so fragile that he turned out to be an evil ghost.

"Do you know why I keep asking you if he's here?"

The man clutched his chest, even though he had a lot of injuries on his body, he couldn't cover it. In the end, he could only protect the most fragile heart. He hoped that the movement here would attract someone's attention, even if he helped call the police, at least he would There is still hope of survival.He didn't have time to recall that they picked this place, so he could only delay time by saying a few more words to the devil in a fluke.

"why."

Qian Shucheng was playing with the knife in his hand, the sharp fruit knife was twirling obediently in his hand, and his low laughter would definitely win a heart on other occasions, but here it was like a life-threatening spell.

"Because you are all dead, no one will give an order to silence you."

The man's eyes widened in horror: "Are you afraid that you will never find him again? Are you afraid that my brother won't see us and tear up the ticket when we go back?"

Murong Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wantonly: "Why are you so funny, you believe everything you say."

The man frowned.

Murong Ling leaned close to his ear and said softly, "If you tear it up casually, what does it have to do with me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sharp knife pierced the man's neck fiercely. His eyes were almost torn apart, his throat made a "clack" sound, and his hands grabbed the knife on his neck indiscriminately. Full of unwillingness, he swallowed his breath.

The rain was rushing to wash the walls and streets on both sides, wishing to wash away these shameful filth.The man's cloudy eyeballs were washed by the rain but he didn't get the slightest response, and he couldn't stand his eyes.

'Squeak~~'

The piercing sound of brakes suddenly entered the alley, and Jiang Fan rushed over in a hurry, and was drenched in the rain in a short while.But before he ran into the alley, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. What kind of scene was that? He looked at Murong Ling standing there quietly, with lifeless people laying around his feet, and the bloody pool was covered with blood. The whole alley is full, and it is no longer the world.

Murong Ling got up slowly, as if he had just climbed out of hell, wearing a beautiful enough to seduce people's skin, the irony was that his handsome face was washed by the rain and was spotless, only the blood stains all over his body showed that his identity.

He turned around, and just such a simple movement shocked everyone present. Goosebumps crawled all over their bodies uncontrollably. They subconsciously wanted to back up, but fortunately, their rationality overcame their psychology and they stopped in place.

Murong Ling looked at the people waiting at the same spot, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he uttered a word without haste.

"Pull the 'wedge' and start officially."

…………

"Do you know 'wedge'?"

After the crowd dispersed, Qian Shucheng sat in the car with Meng Junchen. Meng Junchen hesitated for a while, and finally said the name.

Qian Shucheng turned his head: "'Wedge'?"

Meng Junchen nodded: "I also overheard my father and my brother talking about this title. They didn't notice that I was approaching. Later, when they found out that I was approaching, they didn't say any more about this issue."

Qian Shucheng looked away, staring at the raindrops hitting the car window in a daze.

"Da Chengzi." Meng Junchen glanced to the side, "Although 'Wei' is just a title, don't take it to heart, it's about 'tomb'."

Qian Shucheng came back to his senses: "What about the 'tomb'?"

Meng Junchen: "I also heard it by accident. The last time my dad asked you to call my uncle back because of 'Wedge'. I don't know the specific situation, but it is said that the 'tomb' has been pulling out since my uncle returned to China." Wedge', I don't know if it is related to the previous explosion."

explode……

Qian Shucheng: "What exactly is 'Wedge'?"

Meng Junchen: "I don't know the specific situation. You haven't been living in Murong's house recently, haven't you heard of anything?"

Qian Shucheng shook his head: "Murong Ling doesn't have any other activities except going to work in the study at a fixed time every day. He doesn't even taboo me from entering the office. I've never heard of the word 'wedge'."

The car fell silent for a while, and neither of them made a sound.

Just as he was about to arrive at Murong's mansion, Meng Junchen said, "Can you ask He Fan? He Fan is also a person from the 'tomb'. He must know a lot in it."

Qian Shucheng frowned: "Let's talk about this, He Fan didn't take the initiative to say that either it has nothing to do with the matter we are currently investigating, or this 'wedge' cannot be disclosed casually."

"Speaking of which." Qian Shucheng turned his head, with a teasing smile on his face, "Your Meng family's hands are very long."

Meng Junchen stared straight ahead, swallowed secretly, how to answer these words, send a proposition.

…………

Meng Junchen did not drive the car to the underground garage, but left Qian Shucheng at the door. After all, today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, so he still has to hurry home for the holiday.

Qian Shucheng got out of the car and ran back without waiting for the servant to open the umbrella, thinking about how he would explain his failure to make an appointment later.It's just that before he entered the door, he was urged by Housekeeper Chen to go back to his room and take a shower before he could see where Murong Ling was.

After taking a shower, Qian Shucheng went downstairs with his wet hair.

"Aunt Chen, where's Brother Ling?"

Chen Butler was trimming the bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, and turned around after hearing the voice: "Mr. went out this afternoon and hasn't come back yet."

Qian Shucheng took Jiang Tang's hand that was handed over by the servant, and he hasn't come back yet?Is it possible to wait for yourself at the coffee shop?

He put the ginger soup that he hadn't had time to eat on the table, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check the time. The two made an appointment at 6 o'clock, and it's already 8 o'clock, so they shouldn't be waiting for him at the same place, right?

Thinking so in his heart, he dialed the number without the slightest hesitation, and the phone was picked up after a short wait. Qian Shucheng spoke eagerly before the person on the other side spoke.

"Hey, brother, are you still in the square? I'll go find you now."

"I have something to do here, are you home?"

Murong Ling's voice didn't fluctuate, and he didn't seem to have any objections to being released as a pigeon.

Qian Shucheng's quick steps upstairs slowed down, feeling a little lost for no reason: "Well, I'm home."

Murong Ling seemed to be busy with something, and he spoke a little absent-mindedly: "Just go home, I'll be back a little later, if you're hungry, tell the kitchen."

Qian Shucheng replied sullenly: "Yes."

Murong Ling didn't talk nonsense with him too much, just said "Good boy" and hung up the phone.

Qian Shucheng returned to the sofa resentfully, watching Steward Chen cutting the flower branches in a daze.

'Snapped'

The last crooked branch fell, and Chen Butler cleaned up the fallen branches on the table, and then looked at Qian Shucheng who was still in a daze with a smile on his face.

"Master Cheng?"

Qian Shucheng suddenly came back to his senses: "Huh? Aunt Chen."

Chen Butler handed the branch in his hand to the servant, took the reheated ginger soup and put it in front of Qian Shucheng.

"Master Cheng, drink this ginger soup first, be careful not to catch a cold."

"okay"

Qian Shucheng took the ginger soup and drank it in one gulp, but his mind seemed to be drifting away.

"If Master Cheng doesn't mind, you can talk to me about anything you can't figure out."

Steward Chen sat down on the side sofa with a loving expression on his face, Qian Shucheng shivered for no reason.

What the hell, this opening method is wrong, when was the last time the people in Murong Mansion were so nice to me?

Seeing Qian Shucheng's terrified expression, Steward Chen's mood suddenly brightened, and she still said in a kind tone: "Master Cheng, didn't you make an appointment to eat out with your husband today? Could it be that the master was too busy and threw the young master away?" Off? Mr. has been at home recently, and many things have been backlogged, so don't be angry if that's the case, young master."

Qian Shucheng rubbed in the opposite direction: "No, no, Mr. didn't abandon me, and I wasn't angry either."

Butler Chen waved his hand: "Master, don't be embarrassed. Otherwise, why would you be unhappy by yourself? Although it's impolite to eavesdrop on other people's phone calls, I didn't mean it. Didn't the gentleman who called just now tell you to go find him?"

Qian Shucheng swallowed his saliva, he really didn't understand what this Housekeeper Chen was going to do.

Butler Chen continued: "If the young master is in a bad mood, you can go out for horseback riding, racing cars, and I can make appointments for you with venues and coaches."

Qian Shucheng turned his head with difficulty, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and didn't understand why he went out to ride a horse and race car that day.

Steward Chen continued with a smile on his face, "However, if Young Master Cheng is in a bad mood and finds out his anger with Mr. next time, we won't be as easy to talk to as we are now."

Well, I know the reason, let's count the old and new grudges together.

Qian Shucheng cleared his throat and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Chen, I was ignorant before, and I won't be anymore."

Chen Butler still smiled, stood up, bowed and left.

Qian Shucheng moved his gaze out of the window. Murong Ling had clearly told himself that he had no plans for today, so what made him so busy all of a sudden?Or is this person actually angry with himself?

Thinking of this, Qian Shucheng smiled and shook his head.

The more I think about it, the more out of tune I become, but Mr. Murong, would he be angry with me because of such a small matter?He doesn't have such a weight in his heart yet.

…………

Murong Ling didn't come home until around 11 o'clock. Seeing Qian Shucheng who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, he was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then walked over.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Murong Ling's voice was very soft, as gentle as cotton wool, but mixed with an imperceptible hoarseness.

When Qian Shucheng turned his head, he saw Murong Ling took off his coat and put it on the sofa, then went to sit beside him.

"Come back so late? Didn't you say that you don't have a schedule today?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he was shocked by the cold air on Murong Ling's body and shivered, but his eyes were still a little blurred.

Seeing this, Murong Ling leaned to the side calmly and said, "I have something to do at the moment."

Qian Shucheng managed to get back the brain of his mind wandering in space, and his guilt also rushed to his heart. He scratched his head and said, "I'm really sorry, today I..."

"It's okay." Murong Ling interrupted Qian Shucheng's words directly, took the ginger soup handed over by Chen Steward and drank it to the bottom before continuing, "It just so happens that I have something to do today, even if you don't send me a message, I will Tell you, don't worry about it."

Qian Shucheng rubbed his fingers subconsciously: "No matter what, I'm breaking the appointment. Let's go out for a stroll when we are free some other day?"

Murong Ling got up without waiting for him to continue: "I'm going on a business trip recently, and I don't think I have much time. You can ask your friends out for a walk. It's getting late, go to bed early."

Still angry.

Qian Shucheng wiped his face, feeling that this matter is a bit difficult to deal with. Could it be that he really has a certain weight in his heart?Thinking of this, he suddenly didn't know whether he should be sad or happy.

Looking up, he happened to see Steward Chen's ambiguous smile, and Qian Shucheng shivered firmly, thinking that he would catch a cold after being drenched in the rain for less than a minute, and then hurriedly ran back to the office with his head down. own bedroom.

The people in this mansion are terrible. Fortunately, Butler Pei is not here.

When Murong Ling returned to his room, he leaned against the door and couldn't help but think of what Pan Shirong said to him today.

"Sir, don't you think today's incident is very strange? You just went out today after you haven't been shopping for a long time, and the other party said something happened, and this group of unknown people threatened you that the person was kidnapped. Don't you think this is too coincidental ?"

What a coincidence.If the man behind the scenes who instigated those people today was running for his own life, he would have underestimated himself too much, if not for what?What kind of role did Qian Shucheng play here?And the blinking red light in the corner...

Murong Ling lowered his head and smiled.

I really thought that Qian Shucheng simply wanted to ask me out for a stroll, and I still had some expectations in my heart?It's really getting better and better.

He walked to the bedside and opened the bedside table, opened the bottle and jar of medicine with familiarity.

…………

When Qian Shucheng woke up the next day, Murong Ling was already gone, and the servant at home told him that the husband had gone out early in the morning, and he didn't know when he would be back.

'Sorry, the user you dialed has switched off. '

Qian Shucheng hung up the phone, but he called Jiang Fan again, and turned off the phone as well. It seemed that the two were together.He tidied up his stuff, school was about to start, and he had to move back to his apartment.Originally, he only came here for a short stay, and he was just an outsider here, but he didn't know if Murong Ling's injury had healed.

Going back to my apartment again, looking at the house that was several yards smaller, I felt a little sour in my heart.

The ringing of the mobile phone brought Qian Shucheng back from his stupor to reality.

"Hello, hello."

"Qian Shucheng? I'm Han Yue."