black mandala killer

The three of them came to the second floor and came to a door made of red cedar, which was closed tightly.

Jian Shengqiao patted on the door and called out, "Grandpa, please open the door, Xiaoqiao is here..."

There was no movement inside, Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong were a little anxious, grandpa wouldn't be like this usually, what happened?

"Mom, where are the keys?"

"Oh oh oh... good." Just as Shangguanyi was about to walk to get the keys, the door suddenly opened. . .

I saw a figure appearing in the crack of the door. He had white hair and sangsang, and his face had many wrinkles. His eyes were half-closed and he couldn't see clearly. The cheeks on both sides were obviously tears. So tall and thin, he was sitting in a wheelchair, holding the photo frame in his arms with both hands. . .

Seeing that it was Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong, he opened the door, rolled the wheel with one hand, and went into the inner room.

Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong hurried in, and Shangguanyi said to Jian Shengqiao, "Xiaoqiao, you stay with grandpa, and mother will go downstairs to cook something for you."

Jian Shengqiao smiled and nodded.

Jian Shengqiao closed the door.

In the room, there was a strong smell of medicine. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were not closed, and the wind blew the curtains and the like in the back room from time to time.

The old man in the wheelchair was looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, tears kept falling, looking like a lonely old man waiting for the arrival of his children and grandchildren. .

He Zihong walked up to the old man, and stood beside him quietly, without disturbing him. .

The same goes for Jian Shengqiao, who just quietly accompanied the old man.

"Xiao Qiao, Hong'er... you all sit down..." Jian Huachen's old and hoarse voice sounded.

Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong didn't say anything, they both sat on a set of sofa chairs in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jian Huachen leaned his head on the back of the chair, looked at the ceiling, and didn't speak. . .

"Grandpa. What's wrong with you? Tell us about something..." He Zihong said.

Seeing the old man Jian Huachen like this, the two felt uncomfortable.

Jian Huachen breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong, "...17 years..."

"????" The two were confused, what 17 years?

"You should be in the business world, and you should have heard more or less what happened 17 years ago..."

Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong looked at each other, 17 years ago. .I have heard of this, but they only know that an organization that stood at the top of the world disappeared 17 years ago. They don’t know the specifics. After all, they were all abroad 17 years ago and did not return to China. They don’t know anything about China. of.

"It's been 17 years, and I gave away two lives with my own hands..." Jian Huachen said darkly.

The two did not speak, and quietly did not disturb his old man. .

"An organization disappeared 17 years ago... Thousands of people died... Everything was divided by ambitious people..." Jian Huachen looked down at the photo frame in his hand, and his tears fell again. . "Xiao Qiao, Hong'er. Has someone died these days..."

Jian Shengqiao and the two didn't hide anything, "Yes, Luqiu of the 'Six Great Clans' is dead."

"... Heh..." Jian Huachen didn't seem surprised, he just touched the photo frame, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's so fast... I didn't expect that someone would start the funeral so soon..."

The old man Jian Huachen's words made the two young people unable to understand, what happened to his grandfather, and how he said it was so strange. .What started the funeral? ? ?

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

"I heard that something happened to 'Zhantianlou' last night?" The old man didn't answer them directly.

Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong were very surprised. How did Grandpa know?Didn't you already tell Grandpa not to know what happened outside? .How did he know?

"You don't need to guess, Grandpa knows it. Last night, there was a lot of flames and loud explosions... Thick smoke and dense..." The old man Jian Huachen didn't look up at them, still lowered his head and fiddled with his photo frame, and answered slowly.

"Grandpa... this... I'm sorry, it's our fault..." Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong said shamefully.

"Why are you apologizing... It's not your fault, grandpa knows... They came to take back their things..." The old man Jian Huachen said something that the two of them couldn't understand.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? What 'they came to take back their things'? Who are 'they'?" He Zihong asked boldly.

"'They' are the leaders of that group . . . "

"Who is the leader?" The two of them have heard about this organization, and that organization is very powerful. It can be said that it is a previous life of the current 'Gang Gang'.But the leaders of the organization don't know it, it seems that only a few people know it. . .

"...Ye...Su..." When the old man Jian Huachen said these two words, he seemed extraordinarily friendly. . .

"Ye? Su?" The two were puzzled. . .It seems that I have never heard the names of these two people.

"They're all gone... gone..." The old man's voice began to choke. .

"Grandpa..." The two looked at Grandpa's emotions, and they were sure that the two must have a deep relationship with Grandpa. . .

They can't wait to find out who they are and what happened 17 years ago. . .

They watched the old man weeping silently, and they felt that they were also crying in their hearts. The old man was so sad, he seemed to be repenting, crying, and ashamed. . .

Jian Shengqiao and He Zihong were also interested in the photo frame in the old man's arms.Who the hell is that person in that frame. . .Why is grandpa hugging him tightly, looking at the photo frame as if he saw something, a little happy. . .It's very complicated. . .

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What is the relationship between the old man Jian Huachen and the two deceased people, Ye and Su? .Why is he so sad. . . What the hell happened 17 years ago. . .

Folks, keep it a secret. . .Think about it haha. . . [Boldly guess. . . . 】

It's three o'clock. . .