Chapter 66： Next target (1/2)

Sang looked down slowly and found that a small hand grabbed his skirt.

Suddenly, she felt out of her soul.

Her eyes seemed to be glued to the paste, fixed on the little hand holding the skirt of her skirt, which could not be moved.

A moment later, she vaguely felt something was wrong.

This is a human hand.

Not puppet's hand.

Although even my little hands are white and tender, I can still see the material of the wood.

Unlike the one in front of me, it is real flesh at a glance.

Sang softened his feet from afar, calmed down, and looked up with his little hand—a fat girl with two pigtails, five or six years old, and big and dark eyes like a deer.

”Sister Pingping is inside, there are sugar candies.”

The little girl pointed at the second victim's yard.

The victim's surname is Mu and he is a teacher. He has an excellent reputation.

A woman ran in a big stride, slammed into the girl's small hand, and smiled embarrassedly at Sang: ”Little baby is ignorant, don't blame the noble.

Sang glanced back from afar, and saw You Youming has stepped into the courtyard.

She smiled at the woman and asked, ”Is there no one living here?”

The woman glanced left and right and replied lowly: ”Well. Poor, Mr. Mu is alone. He didn't appeal to his wife in his 30s, and he has no relatives to give away when he left. Confiscated and sold in a few days.”

Sang far said: ”Does this Mr. Mu often do good deeds?”

”Yes!” The woman focused on her head. ”It was precisely because he often took advantage of his neighbors that he never saved money to marry his wife. Alas! Today's young woman, who has no knowledge of gold and jade, wants me to say If you can marry such a gentleman, you have to rely on it all your life, right? What more money do you want! Every time you mention this, Mr. Mu can only shake his head and smile bitterly!”

The little girl is still nagging: ”Mr. Mu eats candy for Sister Pingping...”

Sang raised his eyebrows far away and asked, ”Who is Sister Pingping?”

The woman hurried to look around again and shouted, ”It's the child of the Alley King's family, lost last year.”

The girl pointed to the yard and smiled and said: ”Sister Pingping eats sugar inside!”

The woman slaps and cried the girl, scolding: ”Seeing nonsense! Let me hear you talking again, and tear your mouth!”

She said no more, picked up the girl under her ribs, and hurried away.

Sang Yuan turned his gaze slowly to this deserted courtyard that had lost its owner.

”Sister Pingping is inside, eating sugar?” She whispered the girl's words, catching up with Youming.

Youmei hugged her arms and stood lazily in the yard, gazing lightly around.

This Mr. Mu, who was a teacher in his lifetime, had a very good reputation. As soon as he looked at his residence, he knew that he had a very normal life.

”Happy and kind.” You Wuming chuckled and walked slowly towards the house.

Sang chased him far away and looked at him sideways.

You Wuming's gaze was somewhat empty, and casually said: ”The former surname Ming also likes to do more business. But he has a rule.”

Sang looked at him curiously. It is rare that he was touched today and once again mentioned Mr. Ming.

”The benevolent people must be premised on not damaging themselves. They are not saints.”

He said quietly, flipping the furnishings in the house.

Sang stopped for a long time and pondered for a moment.

Mr. Ming is actually a very lively person.

With the extra power, help others, reap happiness. If you are unable to catch up and help others forcibly, you will often get grievances and regrets.

She nodded her head gently: ”So, this Mr. Mu is willing to live a hard and lonely life, but also desperately need to help the neighborhood, either a saint or...”

You Wuming looked sideways and chuckled: ”There is another picture. Compensation, cover up, fascination.”

Sang far said: ”Not exactly. There are always some people in the world who have very weak material desires and can be satisfied with food and clothing. The rest of the money is used to do good deeds and reap happiness.”

You Wuming laughed: ”Stupid Fruit! This is the saint.”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”?”

He smiled and hugged her: ”What do you think the saint has to be like? Must he be fed into the temple? No no no, there are saints everywhere, maybe you and me will be shaped as a saint after thousands of years.”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...how do I think you are scolding me.”

”My little fruit.” He looked down at her with a smile on his lips. ”I can't love you too late. How can I scold you.”

Sang Yuan only felt a heartbeat leak, his ears were hot, and hurriedly got out of his arms, pretending to calmly said: ”Just before I heard some unusual clues, do you want to listen?”

You Wuming narrowed her eyes and smiled at her like a fox.

She said: ”Last year a girl disappeared. Another little girl seemed to have seen this Mr. Mu giving the missing girl candy.”

You Wuming raised her eyebrows: ”It's amazing. Isn't it unusual for a good person who is kind and kind to give Xiaowa sugar? How can people be remembered from last year to now?”

”So the little girl should have seen a very unusual scene.” Sang said far away, ”It's a pity that she is too young to ask anything.”

”Then you can only find it yourself.” You Wumei pulled out the **** knife behind him.

Sang far thought he was going to tear it down.

Unexpectedly, You Wuming just politely poke here and pat there with the tip and back of the knife.

”Is there anything abnormal in this room?” Sang asked far, ”Did the Shadow Shadow Guard have already checked it?”

He smiled casually: ”Being preconceived, sympathizing with the victim, will not go to search his old man.”

Sang thought for a moment and nodded suddenly.

You Wu Ming see people and see things, are very transparent.

Looking at his moving figure, she thought in her mind that if Mr. Ming was still alive, she should also be a master-level figure with equal emphasis on wisdom and force. Such an expert is still unable to escape the word ‘love’, which is really shocking.

Thinking again, thinking of something, the scalp suddenly numb.

If he had disappeared for several years, when he appeared again, how could he resist that he threw himself up and kissed lifelessly? Pushing himself and others, when Mr. Ming was secretly calculated by Jiang Yanji, he may not be unconscious, but...

Turning my thoughts here, my heart suddenly felt like a needle and a cone, and it stung a lot.

”Yu Wuming!” she blurted out.

He turned around and saw her eyes glow red and tears swayed in her eyes.

His face changed greatly, grabbing her by the side, grabbing her by the shoulder, and protecting her in his arms.

”how?”

The murderous intention overflowed from his eyes, and he watched around.

”I don't want to leave your side all my life,” she said.

You Wuming stunned, then smiled: ”Little Mulberry...”

He put a heavy slap on her forehead, and his eyes were full of lust, and he said quietly in his mouth, ”Let's check the case, and the love story will come back to the bed and talk slowly.”

He took her in his arms and took two shots, then released her and walked to the corner.

She said: ”But in case, I would rather you kill me than let others use my body to do evil things.”

You Meng's footsteps paused.

For a long while, he crossed his handsome face: ”No.”

After a moment of silence, he said: ”Lock on the bed and wait for you to come back.”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” inexplicably felt ashamed and moved.

He raised his hand and called: ”Come here.”

Sang rubbed far away.

He pointed the wooden cabinet in the corner of the corner with a knife tip: ”This is a dark door.”

Sang listened far away and heard a dull and empty echo.

”Go in?”

He raised his knife and split the wooden cabinet in half.

Several veiled gowns fell to the ground. On the wall behind the wooden cabinet, there was a small hidden door. The chain was tied to the door, and a big lock was hung.

Sang Yuan took a breath in a soft breath: ”No, the surnamed wood has been dead for a few days, if the girl is really locked in by him...”

Fear of starving to death!

You Wuming cut the knife out of the ground, breaking the chain, kicking the door behind.

The broken door fell down the steps of the dark room, ”Dong Dang Dang”, and a strong musty smell mixed with the smell of fishy fluttered from below.

Sang held his breath subconsciously, his heart leaping in his chest.

He stopped her with his backhand.

”I brought people up, you let out a big face, ready to save people.”

She knew he was considerate of her, and did not want her to go down to get dirty or see any uncomfortable scenes.

She nodded.

You Wuming grabbed a scattered gown from the ground, closed the knife, and went down with a hook.

Sang fared out with a big face, and Ling Yunteng followed the footsteps of You, and climbed down into the dark room.

I saw him glance around, and quickly walked to the inside of the dark room. The palm of his hand glowed with blue light, cut off the iron chain that was buckled on the wall, and then wrapped a small body with his long gown in one hand. Grab it and make a big step back.

Like a baggage, he put a strip of long gown wrapped in his hand on the couch and said, ”There's a little gas left. Little mulberry, it's too dark inside, I see nothing.”

Dismissed decently.

Sang Yuan anxiously used Ling Yunteng to open the gown that wrapped the girl and found her face.

At the age of thirteen or four, his face was full of bruises.

Sang took a deep breath and opened her dry lips, her big face flicked across the face plate, squeezed out the cyan condensate that was full of hidden spirits, and fed it into the girl's mouth.

”It's a life that can be saved.” She frowned. ”I'm just afraid to leave a shadow wound, and the future life... I'm afraid it is not easy.”

Gossip and buzzwords can always kill people.

You Wuming stepped forward, stretched out two fingertips, and opened the girl's eyelids.

It turned out that she was awake, but she refused to open her eyes because of her resistance.

You Wuming hooked her lips: ”If you can't survive, think about it, where can it be worse than that cellar?”

The girl slammed her lips, suddenly screamed hoarsely, and then cried with a broken sound, for a long time.

When she cried enough, there was a lifeless and haughty sentence: ”I teach you where it is worse-buried in the soil, it's going to explode all over, but it can't explode anymore, throat, chest, The fingers are like stuffed with hot red iron, and they are also serrated. They can’t die, they can’t live, it’s been a long time...it’s been like a lifetime.”

”Look, death is not as easy as you think.” He said lightly.

Sang looked at him in a daze.

She didn't know whether such solace would work. But there is one thing, he is right, no matter how bad the situation will be in the future, and how rumor will hurt people, in the end, it will not be worse than when he is tortured in the dark underground.

He himself is a dead person.

Therefore, he has never been afraid of words, and he can only do what he wants. How could someone like him send You Yingwei out to kill those who talk about him behind his back-he doesn't care at all!

Who is doing these things?

Sang Yuan thought secretly while directing the big face flower to treat the girl.

After half an hour, the condensate on the big face healed the girl's internal and external injuries. She struggled to get up and said she wanted to go home. The tortured girl couldn't believe anyone.

Sang Yuan and You Ming watched her step by step to leave the devil's courtyard and walk towards the end of the alley.

”Will she get better?” Sang asked softly.

You Wuming smiled: ”Look at yourself.”

She nodded and looked around the yard behind her-the second'victim' Mr. Mu, is also a **** bad thing.

When the girl disappeared into the field of vision, Sang quietly protruded his arms from behind and wrapped his lifeless waist.

Then he pressed his cheek against his back.

Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, she said to him gently: ”Yu Wuming, it looks like you, really.”

After all, there is a bottom line.

”Oh,” You Wuming's body moved. ”It's too early to say this sentence.”

”Hmm.” She rubbed him on the cheek and smiled, ”You always have to confirm everything.”

He grabbed her little hand with his backhand and left the yard.

Go to the residence of the next victim.

...

When dawn came, the seven victims who lost their hearts were all cleared by Yumie and Sang.