From the Bird

Tuen Mun Psychiatric Hospital.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Rong. Yes, you are right."

Xue Wenhai was standing in front of Wen Le's bed with a smile on her face. He was talking to someone on the phone with a pale expression.

Wen Le's restraint was removed, and even the bruises on the wrists and neck were covered with iced towels, which basically swelling. He looked up at Xue Wenhai talking on the phone, picked up the full-color "Old Master" at the table, and sat up on the bed with interest.

"Hahahaha, you laughed ... well, of course, of course."

Vivienne walked over carefully, handed Xue Wenhai a glass of boiling water, and also handed Wenle a glass.

Xue Wenhai hung up the phone silently, blew the hot air from the water glass, stared at the slightly trembling water for a while, and suddenly poured the whole glass of water on Wenle's face, and the water was running down Wenle's chin As soon as the collar entered, "Old Master" was also wet.

"What about corpses?"

Xue Wenhai asked softly.

Plague wiped his face: "Maybe in the morgue."

Xue Wenhai took the drinking glass in Wen Le's hand and turned to sit on the chair. "Before I came to see you, I had been to the morgue, the body was still there, but the fierceness was gone. Do you know how long I have looked for this fierce fierce fiend? It is about the same age as I raised you."

Xue Wenhai drank the water cup like a lazy lion by the river.

"You killed so many policemen, and you can't go to this hospital in the second half of your life. I only ask you once, where did you get the ten bad defeats? To be honest, I trust you to send you to Taiwan."

Venerian expressionless: "I don't know. I'm telling the truth."

Xue Wenhai was silent for a while, nodded, and he walked to the bed and patted Wen Le's shoulder: "Okay, I believe you. You can take care of your illness, tell the nurse if you are missing something, and I will find someone to bring it to you. But I'm busy, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you. "

After that, Xue Wenhai turned and left.

At the door, Wen Le's throat swelled up and down, and then he asked loudly, "I've been doing things for you for so long, and you throw it like you throw trash? Do you still doubt I steal your stuff?"

Xue Wenhai's figure paused, but she opened the door without saying a word. Vivian didn't hold back: "Goddaddy, what else can you say to the pestle?"

Xue Wenhai turned abruptly, and the horns were blue and violent, and the paper cups were lumped in his hands. He yelled, "He killed the police! Ten killed, how can I protect him ?! He has not been pushed out to target now, I have sold out my old face!"

Wen Le responded with a sneer: "Why is it so troublesome?

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped, the sunlight lost its color, the entire room was dark, and red light clusters lit from time to time. Suddenly, there were two spooky red-mouthed paper men on the left and right sides, if his eyes were actually squinting at him . The picture is weird.

Xue Wenhai's voice was hoarse: "Who are you talking to? Follow me?"

Vivienne took an elbow of pestle: "Godfather, pestle didn't mean that just now."

"Then what does he mean, let him say it."

Wen Le looked at the eerie paper man beside him, shrugged indifferently: "The boss doesn't believe me, I say nothing, otherwise I'll die now, or I'll hit the target."

"..."

Xue Wenhai smiled suddenly.

"I raised you so big, you never talked back to me, this is the first time."

"I have been with you for so long, and you have never doubted me, this is the first time."

"Okay, count me wrong."

Xue Wenhai eased his face: "I will not investigate the fierce matter first, and I will ask you two questions. First, how did the police find you, and second, how the Fengshui Bureau of Overlord Unloading was broken. . "

Wen Le recalled for a while before answering: "Take the lead to search the Mingzhu Building's nickname Li, a white-headed detective. After breaking a big case, the police still called Vivian's name before breaking the door. I think they came from Vivian's name. Find me on the line ... and the surname Yang from the mainland, he has found a Feng Shui master who is also proficient in "The Confucianism of the Celestial Soul", and can capture all kinds of township fate of the Fengshui Bureau. I have some tricks Never seen the boss used it. I can't stand it. "

Xue Wenhai's eyebrows suddenly raised a crack in the Sichuan word: "You said that the surname Yang had a Feng Shui teacher who had learned the apex of life, what does he look like?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him himself, but when the Tengusha and the Five Ghosts' official wealth were broken, there was a vague sense of familiarity in the technique."

Vivienne thoughtfully, "Godfather, wouldn't it?"

"Change my life for the heavens, only my Masters Association in the world. He has a dead ghost son, but unfortunately without such a blessing, can not stand such a great opportunity. I see that the fierce defeat of the fierce fall in his hands. in."

Vivienne sneered: "Godfather, you kindly help him settle the lawsuit. He doesn't have to help us, and he will revenge."

"My mentor has always been stubborn. He likes to talk about lie and deceive himself. He can't fight me, it is not a concern. It is necessary to guard against the three nobles. I have thought of a way to deal with them. You will know when that happens."

After speaking, Xue Wenhai glanced at the plague music again: "I have been preparing for so long, only one fierce evil, five good gods, and I have assembled all the life forms of the four pillars of gods. I lost the ten bad defeats. I searched for more than ten years before I found this one. There is no backup anymore. How can you tell me to calm down? "

Benedict bowed his head and said nothing.

"The fierce defeat has been lost, and the other evils can no longer be beaten. Where did you and Aconitum store the goods before?"

"In the hands of a man named Bonebreaker, he is Shengji's house,"

"Sing Kee? Is there a society in Hong Kong?"

"The recently-expanded newly-increased society is very young, dare to fight and kill, and has great prestige."

Xue Wenhai smiled disapprovingly: "So many associations in Hong Kong, where can I remember? Do you have his contact information? Ask him to pick up the goods."

"Yes, but the person who cuts the bones very well recognizes the rules of the rivers and lakes. It was aconite who looked for him. If aconite did not show up, he may not buy my account."

"Aconitum must never return to Hong Kong."

Xue Wenhai flatly refused: "Get him."

"I see, shall I go?"

Wen Le asked.

"Did I go? Be careful, it will be troublesome for people to recognize it. Go out and wear a mask."

"Got it."

The room suddenly became bright, and the sun shot into the window again.

The gloomy paper people in the room naturally disappeared.

Wen Le looked around, and asked tentatively, "Godfather, is the Jinzhai business going well?"

Xue Wenhai shook his head: "Eight pieces of Mingzha got only half, and the remaining four are estimated to be in the hands of Jin Boqing's youngest son, Jin Longyang. But it's a matter of time."

Seeing that the atmosphere was soothing, Vivienne interrupted in a timely manner.

"Godfather, in fact, I don't quite understand. I have also seen the meditation of Jinzhai. It's just unsatisfactory. Is it worth our effort?"

Xue Wenhai asked in turn: "Two years ago, the stars shifted. I picked up the long-lost Wanhui Renyuan. My younger brother learned to change lives for the heavens. Do you think there are only two of us in the world who can do this?"

Vivienne's eyes lightened: "You mean Kim Bo-ching ..."

"Draw mystery."

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