Chapter 309 (1/2)

It's getting dark.

Wu Xiaofang is still up.

He drinks alone in his backyard.

Wu Xiaofang is in a bad mood.

He hesitated whether he would take the initiative to apologize to Lin Beichen in order to avoid possible retaliation. After all, Tianjiao, the champion of the battle for hegemony, is heavy enough. It's a matter of one sentence to retaliate against him.

When he was drunk and sleepy, he suddenly saw a strange figure flying over the courtyard wall and falling in front of him.

”Who are you? If you break into a house at night, you... ”

Wu Xiaofang stood up abruptly, alert in his heart.

”Are you Wu Xiaofang of the third college?”

Dressed in the official uniform of the police station, the stranger looked dignified and spoke. A terrible and solid pressure came on his face, which made Wu Xiaofang's mind jump wildly and sober up.

”I am, I...”

Wu Xiaofang became nervous.

Is revenge coming so fast?

Or the official force of the police.

Lin Beichen, a dandy, is too cruel.

”Good. The provincial investigation team needs your cooperation in handling the case. From now on, you are isolated. You have to accept our inquiry. You can't leave here until the Tianjiao competition starts tomorrow. ”

Stranger, raise your hand.

A dark force of Xuanqi burst out of the air.

Wu Xiaofang suddenly felt the mysterious Qi and power in his body, and was immediately sealed.

He was shocked.

……

Northwest of Yunmeng city.

Slums in a relative sense.

The houses here are low, the buildings are mostly made of vegetation, the ground is dirt road, the planning is messy, and the air is filled with a smell that I don't know where it comes from.

The ditches on both sides of the street are jammed with garbage. Hungry wild dogs and cats are searching for food in the night

Deep in a dark alley, there was a poor man's house.

The low and small wall can no longer completely protect the three isolated wooden houses in the courtyard. The sharp wooden spear tied up the city fence and made up all the cracks of the wall collapse. Obviously, it was repaired by the owner carefully.

But form is more than meaning.

Bamboo fences can't really stop intruders. Even wild cats and dogs outside can jump into the yard.

The soil in the yard is well trodden.

Under the wall of the right courtyard, there is an old well.

In the yard on the left, there are several ridges of vegetables.

Beside the vegetable field, a white old dog was sleeping on a pile of firewood.

Three old wooden houses are in the shape of pinks and are separated in a small yard.

In the low cabin on the left, there was a flicker of candle light.

in the house.

”Mother, how are you feeling?”

Mu Xinyue, wearing a ragged but clean cloth robe and a bowl of slightly hot green vegetable porridge, sits beside a simple wooden bed with the tenderness and concern that will never appear in the school.

On the bed lay a middle-aged woman.

The woman's hair is thin, her eyes are deep and haggard, but the outline of her face can still be seen. When she was young, she must be a rare beauty.

The facial features are similar to the moon in the heart of wood.

”Yue'er, my mother's body won't last long. You... Ah...”

In the middle of the speech, the woman suddenly screamed, her body twitched violently, and a very abnormal red color appeared on her pale face.