"Let's go have dinner together tonight?" After leaving the juvenile detention center, Chen He invited Mu Tingyun to have dinner together.
Mu Tingyun shook his head. "Not tonight. Uncle Ma called and told me that my uncle's condition has worsened and asked me to come over for dinner tonight."
"Listening to Uncle Ma's tone, it seems quite serious. Chen He, I have to go to Dongye Villa and can't take you back."
Has Song Jingcheng's condition really worsened?
Chen He said absentmindedly: "It's okay, go visit your uncle, I can go back by myself."
"good."
The two of them went to the parking space holding an umbrella.
Passing by the bulletin board, Shen He stopped and stared at a wanted poster in a daze.
"A reward of five hundred thousand?"
It was rare to see a wanted poster with such a high reward, so Mu Tingyun leaned over and took a curious look.
"Zhou Wanghai, a top student in the Chemistry Department of University A, poisoned his girlfriend and roommate with homemade chemicals..."
After reading the reward, Mu Tingyun objectively analyzed it and said, "Letting this highly intelligent chemist run free would be extremely harmful to society."
"No wonder there's a reward of half a million."
Chen He stared at Zhou Wanghai's face intently, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
This person...
In the previous life, Yibao fell to his death, and the drug maker arrested by the police from the building had a face like this!
"Chen He?" Mu Tingyun waved his hand in front of Shen He and asked with a smile, "Why are you still in a daze?"
Chen He calmed himself down, shook his head and said, "Seeing the reward of 500,000, I'm a little tempted."
Mu Tingyun reminded Chen He: "Not to mention that we can't touch him at all, even if we do, you have to pretend not to recognize him. Wait until it's safe, then call the reporting number."
"Of course. Now, go ahead."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
After watching Mu Tingyun's car drive away, Chen He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the wanted poster.
*
The spring rain is drizzling.
Holding an umbrella, Mu Tingyun walked into the Dongye Villa. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw Song Jingcheng, wearing a coat and dozing off on a rattan chair in the tea room.
Aunt Qin was cooking, and Ma Kai was helping Song Jingcheng tidy up things in the living room.
Mu Tingyun walked into the room and saw the luggage piled up all over the room. He asked Ma Kai, "Uncle Ma, what are you doing?"
Ma Kai said, "Mr. Song is going to go out for a while to recuperate. I'm packing my things."
"Where are we going to recuperate?" Mu Tingyun was surprised. "My uncle's condition has worsened, so he should stay with Dongye. We have a mature medical team here..."
"Mr. Mu." Ma Kai interrupted Mu Tingyun.
He looked towards the tea room with a sad look in his eyes and sighed softly, "Mr. Song has worked hard all his life. He should relax a little."
These words sounded very ominous, like a farewell.
Mu Tingyun's heart tightened.
Even though he had already prepared for his uncle's death, Mu Tingyun felt sad as the day was really approaching.
Ma Kai reminded Mu Tingyun: "Mr. Song is waiting for you over there, Mr. Mu."
"I'll go over and take a look."
Mu Tingyun tiptoed to the tea room, and although he moved very quietly, he still woke up Song Jingcheng.
"Uncle, did I wake you up?" Mu Tingyun felt sorry.
Song Jingcheng shook his head, "My body aches. I couldn't sleep in the first place." Lifting his coat, Song Jingcheng asked Mu Tingyun, "Why did you come so late?"
Song Jingcheng's voice sounded normal at first glance, but if you listened carefully you could tell he was a little short of breath.
It seems that my uncle's condition has indeed worsened.
Mu Tingyun walked over to Song Jingcheng and squatted down.
Looking at his uncle's cold, sharp but pale face, Mu Tingyun felt very sad. He held Song Jingcheng's fingers and lowered his eyes sadly.
"Uncle, your hands are so cold."
"That's what happens when you're sick—chills and weakness." Noticing raindrops on Mu Tingyun's suit jacket, Song Jingcheng said, "Is it raining outside?"
Mu Tingyun: "The rain isn't heavy."
"You still have to keep warm. It's easy to catch a cold in this weather." Song Jingcheng asked Ma Kai to bring a dry towel, and he personally used the towel to wipe the water droplets off Mu Tingyun's shoulders.
Mu Tingyun squatted on the spot, his shoulders shaking slightly.
He is crying.
Looking at the young man squatting beside him, Song Jingcheng's dark and cold eyes were deep.
If he had not been killed by him once, Song Jingcheng would not have believed that this young man, who was pampered and cared for by him, would commit the act of murdering his uncle.
Putting down the towel, Song Jingcheng pointed to the solid wooden chair opposite.
Mu Tingyun sat over.
Song Jingcheng stood up and went to the antique shelf. Mu Tingyun followed his gaze and immediately noticed the lip glaze that looked out of place next to the pile of tea cans and boxes.
Mu Tingyun frowned.
When did my uncle get a woman?
Song Jingcheng took out a piece of letter paper from a book.
"Dr. Su Miao recently wrote to the Chinese Medical Center again. This is the original letter they sent me."
Song Jingcheng handed the letter to Mu Tingyun.
"Tingyun, take this piece of paper and see if you can find any new clues."
Mu Tingyun quickly took the paper.
Looking down, Mu Tingyun subconsciously said, "The handwriting of Divine Doctor Su Miao looks very delicate."
Song Jingcheng asked him, "Don't you think that Dr. Su Miao's handwriting looks more like a woman's?"
Mu Tingyun was stunned. "Uncle, are you doubting that Dr. Su Miao isn't a man at all? Have we been looking in the wrong direction all this time?"
"That's just my guess."
Mu Tingyun was a little annoyed, "Why didn't I think of it?"
"Because since ancient times, we have habitually ignored the power of women. But don't forget, the teacher said that women can also hold up half the sky."
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