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I was surprised: "Where to go?!"

Bian Wu emphasized again: "People have entered the Yingqing Pavilion, and I am guarding outside."

I asked, "Who is he?"

Bian Wu replied: "I don't know this person at all, it's too dark, and he must have changed his appearance. But Xiao Zhu scratched his foot with a bamboo blade just now, and he's a little limping now."

"Have you been found?" I asked.

Bian Wu replied: "Don't worry, absolutely not!"

I said, "Okay, don't get lost, I'll come right over!"

After hanging up the phone, I quickly put on my clothes and went out.

On the way, I called Lu Cenyin and asked where she was.

Lu Cenyin replied in Xinyuan Manor.

I told her: "Come to Yingqing Pavilion immediately, don't ask why!"

Lu Cenyin asked, "Should I call you Uncle Wang?"

I replied: "No!"

He went out and took a taxi, and asked the driver to rush to Yingqing Pavilion.

The car drove halfway.

Bian Wu called again: "There is no one else in the Yingqing Pavilion right now. After this person went in, he came out again with a change of clothes. I will continue to talk to him now, you wait for my call."

After the taxi arrived at Yingqing Pavilion, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Yingqing Pavilion usually closes at 09:30. In recent days, because Lu Cenyin decided to renovate Yingqing Pavilion and evacuate all the treasures in the store, no one was on duty.

This person can have the key to the Yingqing Pavilion and freely come in and out to change clothes, he must be someone inside the Yingqing Pavilion.

There was a chill down my spine.

Lu Cenyin arrived in a hurry.

She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Open the door first."

Lu Cenyin took out the key and opened the door of Yingqing Pavilion.

After entering, I flipped through the decorated cardboard box and asked, "How many people have the key to the gate of Yingqing Pavilion?"

Lu Cenyin was stunned when he heard the words, and asked, "Do you mean the past or the present?"

I frowned and asked back, "Is there a difference?"

Lu Cenyin replied: "There is a difference! In the past, six of us, Uncle Wang, Shopkeeper Song, Secretary Xiaofu, Wu Bin, and the full-time treasure maintenance worker Xiaotian, had keys. But these days, they are doing renovations, and the key decoration workers hand There are also above."

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Lu Cenyin asked anxiously, "Su Chen, what happened?"

I replied coldly: "There is an inner ghost in Yingqing Pavilion."

When Lu Cenyin heard this, her beautiful eyes widened, her expression extremely surprised.

After searching for five or six minutes, I found a suit of clothes in a large box full of renovation waste, digging through the dust and broken bricks outside.

For men, one size fits all.

There were traces of blood on the trouser legs.

This is Xiaozhu's masterpiece.

When the clothes appeared, only Xiaofu, the female secretary, could be ruled out, and everyone else was seriously suspected.

I briefly explained what happened in the past few days.

the end.

I emphasized to Lu Cenyin: "The most precious treasures in the rice bag carried by the landlord Laocai must be related to the cause of my parents' death!"

"Old man Hua taught me the bergamot hand before, and I used this trick to help you win the position of Patriarch of the Lu family. Old man Hua suffered revenge. Now that you have become the patriarch, when I am about to open this treasure, the inner ghost Take another shot, trying to kill Hu Sansiao and prevent me from opening the treasure."

"This inner ghost has a very unusual identity. He must be the core figure of Yingqing Pavilion. This is why I don't even let you bring Uncle Wang with me!"

After Lu Cenyin finished listening, her pretty face turned pale.

It's perfectly normal for her to look like this.

There has always been a cold-blooded killer who he trusts extremely, hides deeply, and is inhumane by his side, and anyone would be terrified.

After I finished speaking, I found a short red stick in the corner and told Lu Cenyin to close the door.

The two got into the car and waited for Bian Wu to call.

The sky suddenly began to rain heavily.

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

A thunderbolt suddenly flashed.

Lu Cenyin screamed in fright, her body trembled a little, and she tightly grabbed my hand.

Her obsidian eyes are full of hesitation and fear.

The reason for the hesitation is that she really wants to know who the ghost is.

The fear is because she simply doesn't want to face it.

I said, "Don't worry too much, and don't run away."

Two 10 minutes later.

The phone rang again.

Bian Wu said anxiously on the other end of the phone: "Brother Su, I don't know if he has discovered him. He has been wandering around Huaiqing Road. You must hurry over here!"

I immediately turned around and asked Lu Cenyin, "Who lives on Huaiqing Road?"

When Lu Cenyin heard this, his eyes turned red, and he immediately covered his face, and replied tremblingly, "Shopkeeper Song."

I said to Bian Wu: "You pretend to be lost in the rain, and I will take care of the rest!"

I quickly started the car.

The red coupe rushed towards Huaiqing Road like a ferocious wolf attacking on a rainy night.

This is so surprising.

I would never have thought of it.

The terrifying inner ghost who brutally killed old man Hua turned out to be Shopkeeper Song with a dull expression and a simple and honest appearance.

It was raining very hard.

SpongeBob SquarePants on the driver's seat in the car has been shaking his head cutely.

Neither of us spoke.

Silence is always the best way to welcome the storm.

He drove the car to a distance of five to sixty meters from Shopkeeper Song's house, and stopped.

I stuffed the short red stick around my waist, held an umbrella in my hand, and walked forward together with Lu Cenyin.

When I came to Shopkeeper Song's house, I found that the lights in the house were still on.

After Bian Wu deliberately gave up tracking Shopkeeper Song, Shopkeeper Song must have thought that he had gotten rid of him and returned home.

According to previous understanding, shopkeeper Song's child is studying abroad, his wife is studying abroad with him, and he stays in Sucheng alone.

I stood in front of Shopkeeper Song's house and lit a cigarette.

Lu Cenyin stared at me blankly, her voice tightened, and she asked, "Is it good?"

She was so nervous that she actually looked like she wanted to smoke a little.

I took out the cigarette case and prepared to give her one, but she shook her head, stretched out her slender hand, squeezed the cigarette in my mouth, and put it in her own mouth.But she didn't know how to do it at all. After taking a puff, she choked and frowned, coughed, and immediately handed the cigarette back to me.

Fortunately, there was heavy rain and thunder, and the people inside couldn't hear it.

I took the cigarette, took two deep breaths, threw the cigarette butt in the rain, and knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door, and the lights inside suddenly went out.

Shopkeeper Song's extremely vigilant voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

Ignore him and keep knocking.

After several times, the lights in the room came on again, and the sound of footsteps came from inside and outside.

Shopkeeper Song asked impatiently: "Who the hell?!"

I pulled Lu Cenyin back a few meters.

The door creaked open.

Shopkeeper Song opened the door with a murderous look on his face and a shiny machete in his hand.

After seeing us, shopkeeper Song was stunned and involuntarily hid the machete behind his back.

I asked coldly: "Shopkeeper Song, will you kill a dog for supper?"