The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian just made a fuss and continued walking out without saying anything else.

At this time, the sun outside had completely set, and a few stars were twinkling in the night sky.

Sanmi took off her mask and took a few breaths of fresh air.

The yard smells of weeds everywhere, but it's much better than the smell of dust and mold in the house.

Sang Jian returned to the living room in the main building just now.

I didn't use a flashlight to illuminate it before, so I couldn't see anything clearly with the weak light.

This time Sang Jian held a flashlight and looked around at the furnishings in the living room.

As soon as you enter the living room, there is a huge family photo hanging on the wall on the left. It has been left there for too long and is blurry.

Sang Jian put the mask back on, Finally found a photo.

There are no photos of the small western-style building, so I really can’t find any other unnecessary clues.

Sanjian came closer and looked carefully at the huge photo on the wall.

It would have been better if I didn't go over to take a look. When I got closer, I realized that the face in the photo had been painted over with a black pen by someone.

There are about thirty people in the photo, and no one's face is intact.

Sang Jian: ... He looked lonely.

But fortunately, their positions in the manor can be distinguished from their positions in the photos.

The person standing in position C is naturally the owner of Lyman Manor, the owner who is in a lawsuit with a certain official.

Judging from their stature, there were two graceful women standing on his left and right sides, who should be his wives.

Next came the children born to the two wives, their wives, and their sons-in-law. Many of the children were still holding babies in their hands.

What caught Sang Jian's attention was one of the babies, holding a doll in his arms. It seemed that his parents had put it in his arms specifically to coax him.

From this point of view, the person who lived in that small western-style building twenty years ago was really a child.

After all, his parents raised him to like dolls from an early age.

Is it possible that the child is not dead?

So it's back?

And deliberately gathered a group of them together and killed them one by one?

If this is the case, it will be different from the plot of One Yuan.

Yiyuan said that the five of them killed each other.

So what if... that child mixes among them?

The age doesn't match up.

Looking at the clothes in the small foreign-style building, the child is no more than ten years old. Now more than twenty years have passed. Even if he is still alive, he is now in his thirties.

The people here are all young, no one is over thirty yet.

Sang Jian stood alone in front of the family portrait and analyzed it silently.

Yan Xiu next to her glanced at her from time to time, wondering when she would speak.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Sang Jian didn't even have the intention to speak.

Was she really not going to share her analysis with him?

Yan Xiu frowned and pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask: What are you thinking about?

Sanjian took the time to glance at him, I'm thinking about something!

You... Yan Xiu moved his lips.

Sang Jian tilted his head and approached Yan Xiu, Want to copy the answer?

No. Yan Xiu tilted his head to the side and quickly denied.

Sang Jian's tone was a bit unbelievable, Looking at how smart you are, can't you analyze it yourself?

... So can one tell whether a person is smart or not by his appearance?

Before Yan Xiu could speak, Sang Jian raised his hand and patted his shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, Cooperate, sister will help you complete this mission!

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I updated two chapters during the day, so there are no more chapters today.

Good night.