After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

Since the girl let go, her goal has been achieved.

Song Mo paused and hooked his lips, "Cooperation?"

"But you have to let me in to see the situation first." The girl insisted, "I can't even see the teacher for the last time, can I?"

"It is recommended to turn left to the funeral parlor if you want to meet someone. There is nothing to see in this room." Song Mo put his hands in his pockets, "It's just some traces of fighting, and I don't know who left them."

"It must be the one named Liang!" the girl shouted.

"Speak slowly, little sister."

"My name is Ren Chunxia, ​​and I'm a sophomore in high school." The girl's rebellious heart rose again, "You look about my age, who do you call your younger sister?"

Song Mo sweated soy beans.

No matter how young she is, she is still a serious college student for two and a half months, how can she be younger than a high school student?

This little girl is really not cute, she will blow up her hair with just a word.

Fang Xing sat down, picked up the phone next to him, and put it to his ear.

When she was asking the right point, Liang Xiaoyi was a little annoyed, "Go out, go out, are you bothered by asking so many questions?"

This point happened to be when he got off work, and he felt weird when he saw a young girl with delicate features waiting in front of his door.

"Going back in the rain?" Song Mo was curious.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and took on the attitude of a big sister, "Who is the surname Liang you mentioned?"

The girl ran away, shaking her braids.

"He said something like a bad death... Then, with the teacher, it was really..." Speaking of this, Ren Chunxia suddenly became uneasy.

Well, does this girl need some herbal pig heart soup to nourish her heart and eyes?

The two started communicating.

Thinking back to the questioning just now, Lao Liang frowned as soon as he was asked about what happened that night. Obviously, what happened that night was very suspicious.

With great strength, he pushed Song Mo away, pushed him out of the door, slammed the door shut with a "bang", and locked it.

Song Mo laughed awkwardly and moved on to the next question.

"Didn't go out after this?" She continued to ask.

Song Mo sweated soy beans.

The woman stretched out her hand to find her own answering port, but she couldn't find it. Fang Xing knocked on the glass to signal her direction.

At that time, the dispute between the two was very fierce, and she watched from behind, a little scared.

"Then it will rain so hard, I didn't mean to get caught in the rain, of course I used that stupid head!"

The young man cut his hair and handed over the documents. After the review, he was naturally taken to the reception room.

The warrior moved his hands, fists and palms intersected, and the sound of the wind was terrifying.

After leaving Ren Chunxia's contact information, Song Mo decided to find Liang Xiaoyi to see the situation.

This matter should not only involve these two people, there should be other clues.

"Uncle! Uncle Liang?" Song Mo knocked on the door twice, but when he saw people ignore him, he knew that he had been turned away.

A prison in a certain district of the Imperial Capital.

"How to say?"

As for Ren Chunxia, ​​a high school student, no matter how cunning he is, he can't go anywhere. Why does Lao Liang bother her?
As for Liang Xiaoyi, he doesn't look like a scheming person, if he can act like a straight person with scheming, it would be very suspicious.

She shook the jade gourd on her wrist, thinking that if she speaks, she will not be afraid at all.

"My name is Liang Xiaoyi, and he's always looking for trouble. He's fought with Teacher He several times, and he's very aggressive." Ren Chunxia played with his hair.

"When you were arguing with Uncle He, did you see other people, for example, high school female students?" She observed Liang Xiaoyi's expression.

Song Mo: "..."

When she heard footsteps, she turned her head in Fang Xing's direction, and the iron cuff on her wrist made a slight sound.

As soon as He Qingquan was mentioned, Liang Xiaoyi immediately became irritable, "That fool should be beaten, his brain won't open up after a few beatings, it's as hard as an elm lump—"

Liang Xiaoyi lived not far away.

"Did anything be said when they fought?"

"Hello." Yuan Mandong's voice was very calm.

There is a good eaves in front of his house that is suitable for shelter from the rain, but now that it is not raining, he will not take anyone to hide here.

"You probably aren't as old as me. What's your name?"

She looked like an ordinary girl who had never experienced such a tragic scene, full of fear.

The place is smaller and dilapidated. He has no women around him, and he doesn't take care of himself very much. He works as a security guard in a certain company. With a big black face, he has scared many people away.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here." Song Mo stroked her hair.

"I can't remember, anyway, it rained after the fight, and I didn't want to spend the night with this fool, so I went back."

"Well, but I won't go to find that old man Liang with you. He talks too aggressively, and I dare not see him again." Ren Chunxia blinked, "Be careful when you go to him."

"What are you doing standing around in front of Lao Tzu's house?" Liang Xiaoyi's eyes were a bit unfriendly.

Lao Liang is a man who is fierce and evil, at least he is straight, without so many twists and turns.

"Waiting for you." Song Mo straightened his hair, "I have something to ask."

There was already a person sitting in the reception room, a very young woman with no light in her eyes and completely blind.

Liang Xiaoyi, on the other hand, spoke incessantly from Zu'an, while Song Mo listened patiently.

"Hello, Ms. Yuan."

"When did you fight with him?"

She swept around the room, "Where's the umbrella, do you want to return it?"

"All right," he took out the key on his belt and opened the door, "come in, and leave after asking."

"What are you doing out in the rain?"

Lao Liang pondered for a while, then remembered the situation that day, "Ren Chunxia? You didn't believe her nonsense and wanted to wrong me, did you?"

There was a creamy yellow umbrella with an abrupt color on the window sill, as if it had been dropped by a little girl.

"No, the one on the window sill is the girl's yellow color." Lao Liang pointed in the direction.

"I heard that you had a fight with He Qingquan and hit him with a stool and broke the legs of the stool." She asked about the situation.

She was kicked out and didn't know what to say.

"Huh? I didn't." Song Mo wondered, "What happened that night?"

The girl was a little nervous, "Just a few days ago, he was arguing with the teacher. I saw him hit the teacher with a stool, and the legs of the stool were broken."

He was very upset. When he was at work, a well-dressed boy came to ask questions, and now after get off work, another chick came to ask questions.

"I came to tell you that your friend He Qingquan passed away." Fang Xing talked about the situation while watching her reaction.

The woman's hand trembled slightly, and there was a sound of metal clashing on her wrist.

"Ahe has gone?" She couldn't believe it.

Fang Xing repeated the facts, "Yes, someone cut out his heart and died, do you have any clues here?"

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally shook her head in confusion.