Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Zhou Xufang left it in the dressing room. This is Luo San's necklace."

Jiang Zhi picked up the necklace and placed it in his palm. The metal disc was polished to be very smooth, about the size of a coin, and probably the owner of the necklace often touched and touched it. The lettering on it has become much lighter, and the font is very beautiful. With the words'Zhou Xufang'.

This necklace looks a bit old.

Jiang Zhi put the necklace away carefully, looked up at Tang and thought, "Just say, your purpose."

Tang didn't want to go around, she was straight to the point: "There were not many insiders of the Luo family fire, Fang Dashun was one, but he didn't trust me."

So, she pulled Jiang Zhi in.

What she couldn't find, using Jiang Zhi's method, as long as he was willing, he would be able to pull it out.

Jiang Zhi was noncommittal and asked, "Do you think I will trust you?"

"Since you know that Luo San is a girl, you should also guess who concealed her gender."

They are Tang Xiang's parents.

Except for Luo's family, only they know Luo San's life experience.

Tang Xiang stated her purpose: "I suspect that my father was burned to death was not an accident. It was the Luo family who wanted to kill him, and I wanted to find out about this."

She and the Luo family were not in the same camp. She always remembered that when his father was buried in the flames, the Luo family hurriedly disposed of the body and closed the case hastily.

In the Luo family fire, two people were killed and one injured, but the murderer was not sentenced to death. She didn't believe it was accidental.

Jiang Zhi believed her temporarily, and then asked: "Why do you believe me?"

Tang Xiang took it for granted. She never doubted Jiang Zhi’s kindness to Luo San: "Aren’t you always investigating what happened eight years ago? After the fire, the only people who have cried outside are you except me. ."

She couldn't believe any of the Luo family members, they were all human-faced things. Even if Luo San was adopted, she had been raised for so many years, but no one in the Luo family wanted her to be good.

Tang Xiang made no secrets and stated: "Jiang Zhi, we are a cooperative relationship, not a hostile relationship."

After Jiang Zhi left, Tang wanted to sit in the porridge shop for a while. The proprietress in the shop was her second aunt, and she cooked a bowl of porridge for her. She left after eating.

Without driving over, she picked a bus stop with few people, sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched the traffic on the road, smoking every bite.

A black business car stopped in front of her, the window was knocked down, and a tough handsome face broke into her eyes: "You still smoke?"

Suits and leather shoes, looks steady and elegant.

Just looking calm and refined, Tang wanted to be in a bad mood and was not interested in dealing with this old classmate who had never dealt with her. His tone was perfunctory: "No?"

Jiang Xiaolin was lying on the car window, the old **** was there, as if watching a good show: "Why, confession to Jiang Zhi was dumped?" He sneered unceremoniously, "Smoke the sorrow."

How long has he stayed here? !

Tang Xiang pinched the cigarette with two fingers, and spit out a ring of smoke at the car window: "It's your shit!"

She was a face control when she was in school. She praised Jiang Zhi several times in front of this guy, and he always felt that she "coveted" Jiang Zhi's beauty.

He straightened his tie, and he was gentle and elegant: "You are a woman, can't you speak more civilized?"

Tang Xiang smiled: "Then it depends on who is right." She shook the ashes, and vomited slowly, "I'm a person, talk to people, talk to ghosts, talk to gangsters, of course. Talking hooligans."

Scolding him as a hooligan.

Jiang Xiaolin didn't get angry with her either, got out of the car and walked in front of her: "Didn't you say that I am a pornstar? That's a bit harder."

Brother Lin, the eldest son of the Jiang family, made many people full of praise.

Look, this is nature.

Tang Xiang couldn't bear it anymore: "Jiang Xiaolin!"

He smiled like a disciple: "You really know how to bark."

"..."

It's **** heavy.

Don’t feel like smoking anymore, he stood up and kicked over: "Smelly hooligan!"

He didn't hide either. He took a sturdy foot, and there was a footprint on the trousers without a trace of wrinkles. He bent down and dusted it calmly: "Now in a better mood?"

Tang Xiang was taken aback for a moment.

When he got up, he took away the cigarette that was between her fingertips, and looked at the lipstick on the cigarette butt: "It's not a good thing, don't smoke."

He extinguished the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, turned around and returned to the car, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Du Liu Tang wanted to stand under the lamp with a complicated expression.

It was 11:20 in the evening.

The clouds were scattered, the moon was round again, the stars surrounded, and the sky was full of photons.

"clatter--"

Zhou Xufang unscrewed Luo Ying and the lock of the room with a quick twist. She felt that the quality of the lock needed to be improved.

At this point, Luo Yinghe actually fell asleep, there was no light in the room, and it was so dark.

Zhou Xufang went into the bathroom in the dark, took out a flashlight from her bag, searched it on the bathroom sink and on the floor, picked up a few hairs, and also picked up a few hairs on the comb and towel. She packed them in a bag. Okay, bring the toothbrush with me by the way.

Suddenly, there was a ‘click’!

Then, there were footsteps coming out of the bedroom, it was Luo Yinghe who woke up.

Zhou Xufang turned off the flashlight and closed the bathroom door. She stood straight behind the door, holding her breath, acting like a piece of wood with no sense of existence.

Luo Yinghe yawned and pushed the door into the bathroom. He slammed the door, closed the door, and pressed the bathroom lamp in a daze. After the chain was unscrewed, she didn't even notice. She walked to the toilet and squinted her eyes. Pants, and then sat down, shaking his head, dozing off.

Then, there was a crashing boo.

Zhou Xufang: "..."

She was standing in front of Luo Yinghe. As long as Luo Yinghe raised her head, she could see her, so she decided to start first, so she held her breath and moved a step forward, reaching out and turning off the light.

The bathroom suddenly became dark.

Luo Ying and ‘eh’, raised their heads and saw a vague outline. Just as she was about to scream, her neck became numb and she rolled her eyes and fell behind the toilet.

To be on the safe side, Zhou Xufang pulled a few more hairs on her head before she went out in the dark.

Just go out for a while, she came back in the dark, with a flashlight in her mouth, and using both hands together, she helped Luo Yinghe lift the pants.

Afterwards, she touched Luo Qinghe's room.

There was no one in Luo Qinghe's room. She probably hadn't come back yet. She was more convenient to act. After finding her hair and toothbrush, she left the room, which took less than five minutes.

As soon as she left Luo Qinghe's room, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated. At this point, only Jiang Zhi would find her. She opened a guest room and hid in to answer the phone.

The voice was very small, she quietly said, "Hey."

Jiang Zhi asked: "Where are you?"

His voice is a little weird, tight, and heavy.

Zhou Xufang couldn't explain the current situation with one sentence or two, so he said: "I'm on a mission."

He asked stubbornly: "Where?"

The more Zhou Xufang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong?" She felt Jiang Zhi's voice a little depressed, as if he was in a heavy mood.

He did not explain, only said: "I want to see you and tell me where I am."

Zhou Xufang hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't refuse him: "I'm at Luo's house."

He paused for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, the wind came in on the phone, and it took a long time before he said: "Wait for me in the attic."

"it is good."

Zhou Xufang hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhi is so weird, something must have happened to make him sad. When he came, she had to coax him, thinking like this, she touched Luo Changde's room.

Luo Changde drank and slept to death, snoring, and the room was full of alcohol. Zhou Xufang saw him sleeping like a pig and pulled out his hair directly.

She wants to get the DNA of everyone in the Luo family, and finally Mr. Luo. He lives on the first floor, and Zhou Xufang heard the cough inside.

"Cough cough cough."

The light in the room is on and the person is still awake.

Zhou Xufang didn't want to stun the snake, so she squatted under the stairs, listening to the movement inside and outside the house, watching the changes.

After touching for three or four minutes, Luo Huaiyu answered the phone.

"Chairman." There was a man's voice on the phone. He should be a young man. He said, "Peng Zhongming has arrived in the imperial capital."

Luo Huaiyu pondered for a while: "Have you seen his father?"

The man on the phone replied: "No, Prophet Peng didn't know it. It was Peng Zhongming who had been exposed to drugs abroad, and there was a problem with the funds, which made the idea to President Luo."

Luo always refers to President Luo and Changde Luo.

Luo Qing would be called Mr. Luo in peacetime.

Luo Huaiyu thought for a moment, and then ordered the man on the phone: "Changde and Qinghe sent people to stare at them. Peng Zhongming should find a way to get it."

"Yes, chairman."

Peng Zhongming, Peng Xianzhi.

Zhou Xufang remembered these two names, and planned to let Shuangjiang look up when he returned.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps. He ran down from the stairs to the door of Luo Huaiyu's room. He was a servant of the Luo family. Seeing the light in the room was still on, he knocked on the door and shouted, "Chairman."

Luo Huaiyu asked in it: "What's the matter?"

The next person replied: "The second lady passed out in the room."

Zhou Xufang: "..."

Fortunately, she helped people put the pants on, she was so kind.

After that, Luo Huaiyu walked out of the room with a cane.

A godsend!

As soon as the people left, Zhou Xufang entered Luo Huaiyu's room. She rummaged around on the pillow. Before she found a hair and a half, the sound of crutches came into her ears.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The voice was getting closer. Zhou Xufang hadn't got his hair yet, and didn't plan to run. Luo Huaiyu opened the door and just met her: "You are so bold."

The incandescent lamp was on in the room. Zhou Xufang looked up and saw Luo Huaiyu's serious and rigid face. The memory in his mind flickered, and intermittent fragments passed by.

At that time, she was still a little bald. In the attic, she found a pill from the tattered pillow. She held it in her hands and gave it to the pale, sick teenager. She stumbled and said, "You eat this, this is not poisonous. ."

The voice does not speak often, and it is difficult to distinguish male and female.

The boy looked at her without opening his mouth.

She urged: "You eat it."

He opened his mouth blankly, she threw the pill in directly, then pushed him to hide in the cabinet, and she put her back against the cabinet door outside.

She was afraid of being afraid of young people, so she comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

There was only one small window in the attic, which was open. The sun was not good and the sky was gloomy that day. She leaned against the cabinet door and looked up and saw a pair of eyes outside the window.

She is the one she fears most.

He beckoned outside, motioning her to pass.

She hesitated for a long time, then slowly followed out.

In the cabinet, the boy shouted: "Luo San." No one agreed, he knocked on the cabinet door, "Luo San, are you outside?"

Still no one answered him, the boy opened the door of the cabinet and came out. In the attic, the little bald head was no longer there and he didn't know where he was going.

Luo Huaiyu led her to the study and closed the door. The old man's face was wrinkled and his lips were dark purple. He squatted down and leaned close to her: "You can talk." His eyes were muddy and he stared at her timidly. , Like coaxing her, and like commanding her, "Call Grandpa to listen."

She was very scared, and instinctively hid her back against the door of the room.

He is holding a cane in his hand. The armrest of the cane is carved into a dragon head. The dragon’s eyes are inlaid with emerald green jade. There are many age spots on the back of his hand. The eyes of the dragon’s head are rubbed repeatedly with his fingers. He stretched out his hand and approached her: "Scream."

His hand was on her shoulder.

She trembled and shouted slurredly: "Master, Master."

The old man in front of him looked at her and suddenly laughed.

"You are so bold."

Zhou Xufang stared at the person in front of him intently. That old face overlapped with the old man's face in that scene. She didn't think of everything, but even though the memory was not complete, the fear still existed, like an instinctive reaction. same.

Luo Huaiyu stood at the door with a cane, or the cane with a dragon head inlaid with jade, his eyes were like torches, watching her: "Who are you?"

Who is she?

Luo San had already died in the fire eight years ago. She was Zhou Xufang.

She said, "I'm a ghost." She wore special glasses that would shine at night, staring at Luo Huaiyu, deliberately suppressing her voice, and said in a dark tone, "Have you ever heard of the ghost?"

Luo Huaiyu snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a god!"

Okay, she just pretends to be a **** and gets a ghost. She moved quickly under her feet, and brought a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, she walked around Luo Huaiyu's back and pulled out a few hairs when she was not prepared.

Luo Huaiyu shook his body and slammed into the door. He was trembling all over without knowing whether it was frightened or angry.

When the things are in hand, Zhou Xufang is not interested in peekaboo with the surname Luo. It is estimated that Jiang Zhi will soon be there. The wind is blowing under her feet, and she runs like a female ghost in a TV series, leaving the room full of'ghost' voices, echoing Writing: "Old man, I'll find you again next time."

Later, Zhou Xufang heard Luo Huaiyu's yelling and angry rebuke.

It was estimated that he was about to call the police. Zhou Xufang didn't care about that much. He jumped onto the roof of Luo's house and walked on the ‘empty road’ to the attic on the roof of the bungalow where the people lived.

She observed the terrain first, and the clamor on the other side of the villa turned into a pot of porridge, but no one came to search for it, so she opened the attic door.

It was dim and dark inside, and the lights were not turned on.

Zhou Xufang cried surreptitiously, cowering like a thief: "Jianzhi." Quiet Mimi, quietly, "Jianzhi."

The attic is a wooden window, closed, moonlight can't get in. She can't see clearly, closed the door and fumbled in: "I'm here, Jiang Zhi."

She took out her flashlight from her bag, turned it on, and the light shot straight and straight, just right, the entire cluster of light shone on a face.

Jiang Zhi was sitting on the small wooden bed covered with ash in the attic, and his already white face was shining white with a flashlight.

The atmosphere is a bit like a horror movie. Zhou Xufang was taken aback at first glance: "If you shine a flashlight like this, you look like a ghost—"

Before she could finish speaking, the ghost rushed over and hugged her.

咣——

The flashlight fell to the ground, rolled twice, and rolled under the wooden bed.

Zhou Xufang froze for a moment: "What's the matter?"

He hugged tightly and his hands were shaking.

Zhou Xufang raised his hand and grabbed the clothes around his waist: "Jiang Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

He leaned on her shoulder: "I'm sorry." The voice was tense, like a throat.

Zhou Xufang didn't know what was wrong with him. She had never seen him look so heavy and depressed. There was not a little bit of wanton publicity, sluggish and helpless, like a fragile child.

She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her hand around his back, and patted gently: "I'm sorry?"

He buried his head in her shoulders, the skin on his face was hot against her neck, and his voice choked with sobs: "I am going to take you to Jiang's house." He folded his hands and hugged her tightly, "But I Going late."

Oh.

He also knows.

Zhou Xufang still doesn’t know how he learned: “I was just thinking about how to tell you that I am Luo San.” She raised her hand, holding Jiang Zhi’s face, stepped back and looked at him. Eyes, "What should I say, you won't feel sorry for me."

The flashlight under the wooden bed shone on the ground, spreading a layer of light, and she saw the tears in his eyes in the dim light.

Jiang Zhi cried.

This is the first time Zhou Xufang has seen him cry. A proud person like him sheds blood without tears.