Reborn 1980 counterattack queen

Xie Yizhen ran away holding an umbrella, until she was completely hidden in the darkness, then she stopped and found a corner to hide.

No one around, nothing.

Xie Yizhen cursed in a low voice, raised her head anxiously, and looked in the direction of the big bungalow.

Time passed little by little, and there was only the sound of rain around, except for the sound of rain, there was no movement.

Just when she was on the verge of collapse, finally, she heard someone running.

Xie Yizhen poked her eyes out from the corner and saw the outline in the dark night, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wu Shengliang, this way!" Xie Yizhen shouted.

The corner was overgrown with weeds, full of mosquitoes hiding from the rain, and one side was covered with mossy boulders. Wu Shengliang didn't care about the dirt, and sat down on his buttocks, gasping for breath.

"How is it?" Xie Yizhen asked, "Did you find anything?"

Wu Shengliang panted for a long time, swallowed dry saliva, and said, "I don't know if they are investigating Brother Gu, but they may really be looking for something. His desk is full of papers, all of them are filled, I can read Not many, but I recognized a few names, and he probably wrote them all, and crossed them out one by one with a pen."

Xie Yizhen paused and said, "Is he investigating?"

"Correct!"

"Then, what about that old woman? Did you kill her?"

"How do I kill it?" Wu Shengliang raised his hand to knock out a mosquito, stretched out his finger and scratched the bitten place, and shouted, "Her room is locked, and it's not too late now. The chefs and servants downstairs are all I'm still awake, am I looking for death if I go to pry open the door? Besides, didn't that little boy and his driver come back?"

Thinking of the car just getting off the uphill just now, Xie Yizhen felt lingering fear, and said: "Fortunately, I said earlier, I will wait there, see, it will be useful."

Wu Shengliang's breathing finally recovered, and he got up in the dark: "Let's go, go back first, I have to do business with Brother Gu."

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Uncle Mo stretched out his hand on the wall and touched the light switch with precision and skill.

There was a sound of "Pata", and the room was brightly lit.

The windows of the room were slightly open, and the sea breeze brought in the rain, making the ground wet.

Uncle Mo hurried over to close the door, and said, "Oh, Mr. Xiao, I've said it several times. No matter how much you like the sea breeze, you must remember to close the doors and windows when you go out. Not to mention that we may not come back before it rains, but in the vicinity , Snakes, rats, rats, nothing."

Yu Fushu stopped in front of the desk, looking down at the paper on the desk.

"How is it?" Uncle Mo came back after closing the window, and asked concerned, "Has anyone touched it?"

"Yes," Yu Fushu said calmly, "The order of these two pages has been changed, and the angle of this book has also changed. This pen was originally here."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to adjust one by one.

Yu Fushu is a person who is very particular about details, and his habits will never change, so Uncle Mo has no doubts about his statements.

"So, that little girl is really looking out for the wind?" Uncle Mo was surprised.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the safe: "Mr. Xiao, quickly check if the safe has been touched."

There was no money in the safe, nor valuable assets like gold and jewelry. There were only photos, negatives, and all the materials collected by Yu Fushu in the safe.

Yu Fushu looked at the scale on the combination lock and said, "It was also touched by someone."

"Crazy, really bold!"

Yu Fushu unlocked the combination lock and took out all the things inside.

Uncle Mo said nervously, "Mr. Xiao, quickly check to see if anyone has touched these things."

Holding things in his hands, Yu Fushu walked towards the desk. Hearing the words, he paused, and said, "What are you thinking? If he can easily unlock the combination lock, he doesn't need to stay in Jianghai Village. He can go to Haicheng to do important things."

"...That's right, I guess this country bumpkin has never seen this thing before, and it will take a few years to crack it."

Yu Fushu spread out the photos again, and said, "Today's."

"Oh!" Uncle Mo responded, hurried over, and took out the envelope from his arms.

It doesn’t take long to develop photos, but some photo studios like to press the negatives together for development, so they often let customers go there in a few days.

And their batch of negatives was huge and the workload was heavy, so it took a long time to get it in one go.

Uncle Mo helped arrange the photos one by one, Yu Fushu stopped the movement of his hands, and raised his eyes to look at the little doll beside the TV cabinet not far away.

Uncle Mo will quit: "Little Mister, I won't touch that! It looks terrible, and I will have nightmares at night."

Yu Fushu then went to get it by himself.

Uncle Mo was very exaggerated, when Yu Fushu came over with the doll, he immediately dodged to the side.

"Exaggerated." Yu Fushu glanced at him and said calmly.

"It's really scary! It's not exaggerated!"

After putting the doll down, Yu Fushu said: "I'm going to be busy, if you're hungry, go and eat something."

Uncle Mo couldn't wait for it: "Okay! Then, Mr. Xiao, what about you?"

Yu Fushu started to arrange the photos, and said, "Do me anything."

"it is good!"

He had just finished answering when Yu Fushu's black eyes focused on a photo.

This is a landscape photo, and there is no one in the photo, but a string of bells is hanging from the corner of the eaves above this landscape photo.

Yu Fushu stretched out his fingers to pick up the photo, his black eyes fixed on the string of bells, they were very familiar.

He immediately opened a booklet that was also taken out of the safe, and after turning through many pages, Yu Fushu stopped.

He put the photo in the sketch pencil drawing on the paper. The two strings of bells are exactly the same except for the different angles.

Next to the sketched pencil drawing on the paper, there are three words, Changshengling.

Yu Fushu held up the photo, looked down at it, and recalled in his mind where the photo was taken.

Soon, he was sure he didn't take the picture.

After 15 minutes, Uncle Mo came back with a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and he put down the tray on the desk. Yu Fushu pushed the photo in front of him: "Uncle Mo, you took the picture."

Uncle Mo looked over and nodded: "...it should be."

"Where was it taken? Do you remember the location of this string of bells?"

Uncle Mo thought for a while, then shook his head: "I really can't remember it, but it's not a big deal, just ask someone! What's the matter, Mr. Xiao, did you find anything? Where did you find it?"

Yu Fushu paused and looked at him: "Which side?"

"What do you mean?" Uncle Mo said angrily, "Little Mister, I know I can't ask anything out of your mouth. But I can see that you came here from Haicheng to find out , and what you want to find out after you get here are two things altogether. Which one is this string of bells? A or B?"

The discovery of this string of bells made Yu Fushu seem to be in a good mood. He looked at Uncle Mo and suddenly smiled. His smile was sunny and his teeth were white.

"According to what you said, it should be, A." Yu Fushu said.