"I'm a bastard! I'm not a good person. If you act like a hooligan, I'll hang up the phone!!" Tang Wanying cursed without any harm, her pretty face turned red. Rather than saying that she was cursing, she was acting coquettish. She said that she hung up the phone, but she didn't want the phone to be hung up in her heart.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, tell me, what's the matter? Oh, I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted." Long Junchen covered his mouth and yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Okay, okay," Tang Wanying had no choice but to tell Long Junchen some information that could barely be considered clues.

It turned out that after Ma Liu called for Tian Maocai to kill Tian Maocai, he also admitted that Cui Desheng's murder was also done by him. Tang Wanying and others found the surveillance at a family under the clue provided by Cui Desheng. They found the video of Ma Liu buying a bottle of wine and injecting it into a bottle of grape juice drink outside the store. As for how to enter Cui Desheng's house, I'm afraid, it depends entirely on Bai Tingjing behind the scenes to help.

However, Tang Wanying talked for a long time, but in the end there was no clue about Bai Tingjing, "Hey, this is what you call an important thing? Do you have to tell me at night?"

After hearing Tang Wanying say that, Long Junchen scratched his scalp and couldn't help complaining. When Tang Wanying heard the resentment in Long Junchen's mouth, she was so angry that she had no reason, "Please, I just think you should know about this matter, why are you yelling!"

Long Junchen touched his nose. For the sake of the next case, he could not make his relationship with Captain Tang too stiff. Long Junchen had no choice but to smile and said: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong aunt, I'm very sleepy and you'll spare me."

"Who are you talking about? Although I am older than you, it's not much older. It's almost the same to call me sister." Tang Wanying felt that Long Junchen had called him too old, so she snorted and complained unhappily.

"Okay, sister, can you let my brother go to bed now?" Long Junchen licked his lips and suddenly smiled badly. This was said very ambiguously. Even Long Junchen, who was usually very thick-skinned, felt that this was a bit inappropriate, let alone Tang Wanying. The latter felt that his breathing suddenly became heavy, his whole body was hot, and he hung up the phone in a hurry like running away. He stood there staring straight at the phone for ten minutes, and his face gradually calmed down. She gritted her teeth and murmured softly, "Little hooligan, see how my sister will deal with you next time she meets you!"

Long Junchen "sent" Tang Wanying away, rubbed her numb temples, lay on the bed, and sorted out all the clues again. At present, it seems that all the clues were completely broken at the point of Linshui County. It seems that only by going to Linshui County in person can you find the clues.

"It seems that I have to ask Yehu for help in this matter." In the dark night, Long Junchen closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Long Junchen in his sleep didn't know that he would not be calm this night.

Inside a dilapidated courtyard in Linshui County

"Master Qianxie, do you really want to do this?" At this time, three people were standing in the courtyard. The man on the far right had white hair and beard and was wearing a Zhongshan suit, looking extraordinary, but his humble bow showed that his status here did not seem to be high.

If there is some light, you can see the person talking is the owner of Mosang House, Mr. Bai, and Bai Tingjing.

The person in the middle should be the role of translator, with a pale face and a thin body, especially his two slender calves, which seemed to break when twisted, and looked very unhealthy against the moonlight.

The man on the left was covered with a black robe. The shadows were outlined on his face and made people unable to see his appearance. He was tall, like a human bear, and his long shadow extended infinitely into the deepest darkness in the courtyard.

"Mr. Bai, I said that if you want to survive, just keep your mouth shut. If I say you should do whatever you want, you will do whatever you want. Otherwise, the few people who died before will be your fate." Qian Xie's voice was hoarse, as if a broken dead branch came out of his throat.

"Master Qianxie, I, I don't mean that," Bai Tingjing heard the hairy voice, and his legs began to tremble unconsciously, and his figure became even more hunched. "It just doesn't need you to do this at all. This will easily add to your plans and expose your plans."

"Hmm?!" Qian Xie groaned, and two sharp lights flashed in his eyes. Bai Tingjing took two steps back and almost fell to the ground. "Expose my plan? Hahaha, those wastes can't find out what I want to do. I still overestimate them. This game is really boring, hahaha."

Qianxie's laughter was very low, and it sounded like a cat's claws slashing through the glass, which was harsh and chilling.

"Master Qianxie, be careful to sail the ten thousand years of ship. Don't be careless." Bai Tingjing shivered, his eyes lowered toward the ground, hesitated for a moment and said with a thorn in his mouth.

"Hmph, don't say anything more. Don't think I don't know. I always care about my plan. In fact, I'm not afraid that the news will cause everything you have to be destroyed. Bai Tingjing, am I right?" Qian Xie said in one sentence, Bai Tingjing's little thoughts. The latter's figure stopped and his face became paler. He lowered his head and did not dare to look up at the King of Yama again.

"This matter is not to be discussed, you have to do it. I have been in Europe and the United States for so many years. It would be easy to take down the small Yinhai City. If I hadn't understood your language very well, I wouldn't have left this matter to you." Qian Xie put on the dust on his sleeves and ignored Bai Tingjing, who was so humble that he was even worse than an ant in his eyes. He turned around and took small steps and was submerged in the darkness.

The translator smiled coldly and looked at Bai Tingjing disdainfully. The latter seemed to be frightened. There was a pool of yellow liquid under his crotch. The translator frowned, but he had already gotten used to it. Every time this guy looked like he was afraid of life and death. If he was not timid, he would probably not do his job for him.

Finally, the translator endured the smell and carried Bai Tingjing out of the courtyard.

That night, it was snowing heavily in Yinhai City. The snow was mixed with white leaflets, or white threatening letters, densely packed, and white fear was even more intriguing than the flying snowflakes.

The content of the letter is very simple. It roughly means that a group of terrorists will conduct terrorist attacks on the upcoming calligraphy and painting exhibition in Yinhai City. The world's famous terrorist organization Devourers will personally visit the scene to support the calligraphy and painting exhibition that has been held for a long time in Yinhai City. As a gift, they will bring a feast of flames to the people of all countries. At the end, three words were written in a blood-red pen, hoping to know!

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