【364 Meet Nangong Mo】

This kind of Nangong Mo was actually a little strange to her.

"Mummy," Shitou's eyes were still fixed on the screen of the game console in his hand, and his voice sounded from the side, very low, "Pay attention to his legs."

Zhizhi received the reminder from Shi Shi, turned his eyes to the front of the kitchen door, and saw Nangong Mo walking out with a tray, a glass of milk, and two cups of black tea.

Because he always wears prosthetics, even if Nangong Mo deliberately conceals his walking posture, people who are good at observing can always see the clues.

His walking posture is much lighter and more normal than before. Even if you look at his right leg, you can't see any flaws of disability.

"It's much more convenient now than before after changing to a lighter prosthesis." Sensing her gaze, Nangong Mo didn't shy away, and replied with a smile, served tea, and took a seat, "I made it myself, Duke's black tea, I like it very much Taste, you know, try it and see if you like it."

Xiaoshi likes to bite the straw to drink milk, hug the cup and suck the milk silently, without saying anything.

Zhizhi picked up the dark red teacup with a sculptured rose pattern full of British flavor, put it to her nose and sniffed lightly, and smelled the faint tea fragrance mixed with orange fragrance.

Strong but not strong, rich but not greasy, authentic British Earl Gray black tea.

After taking a sip, Zhizhi put down his glass and looked at him who was sitting across from him, "This house has been around for a while, and such a decoration cannot be built in a day or two. You seem to... have lived here in London for a long time. "

"Well, this is where I lived during the three years I disappeared."

Nangong Mo replied, Jue Dai's face was hidden behind mist, and his expression could not be seen clearly, "When I learned about my past, all my memories that had disappeared have been recalled. In those three years, I seem to have been here all the time. Living in a small family and staying in obscurity is also because the Nangong family didn't pay enough attention to me, so I disappeared for three years without any news and no one cared about me."

"You kidnapped Mr. Nangong to visit the dead together in front of your aunt's tomb. I already know that, even though I don't want to ask you such a thing, I still want to confirm it with you." Zhizhi raised her eyes and went straight to Theme, "Did you kill the two cadres on this island?"

The hand holding the cup froze for a long while before he finally put down the teacup and raised his hand to laugh at himself, "So you don't believe me."

"I just want to hear an answer from you." Zhizhi clasped her hands, her gaze firm. "If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't be here today in such a blatant way."

Nangong Mo was silent for a long while, then spit out two words, "No."

Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief...

Xiao Shitou raised his head, and glanced suspiciously at Nangong Mo, "How do you explain the transfer of all MZ to the UK? How do you explain that Jack received a lot of investment from MZ in the manufacture of weapons?"

"I am a heinous person," he replied quietly, with clear words, "neither my childhood nor my mother was a kind and righteous existence. After I experienced a murder, the man who saved me was called Jack Hull, Diderot's partner, may have been interested in the ability of my eyes, and they bailed me out of prison, and put me in the laboratory for several months of research before I was released."

Nangong Mo supported his chin and leaned on the sofa to recall, "It may be ridiculous to say so, but because of Diderot's assistance to my mother, a series of tragedies in the Nangong family have been caused, and my fate has also changed. ...Whether it's a ridiculous apology to the Nangong family, or to pay for my mother's sins, I moved MZ to London to investigate Jack and deal with Diderot.

It is a pity that London has been occupied by Jack for many years and has great influence. On the third day after we arrived in London, Han Ze and Ji Yu were arrested by Diderot as a threat, demanding that MZ financial resources be exchanged for their safety. "

Putting down his right hand, Nangong Mo drooped thick eyelashes like a feather, and his face was a little frustrated, "MZ was founded in a relatively short period of time, and the manpower is not strong enough. Han Ze and Jiyu are my right-hand men. Diderot threatened them, so I must temporarily compromise."

"Where were you on the day when Jack Nangong Benjima fought with the Lu Family Alliance? Why did the man on the last plane wear the mask I gave you?"

When Zhizhi asked the question that worried him most, he saw Nangong Mo's eyes dimmed, "You must have never visited the Rose Garden, have you?"

Without waiting for Zhizhi to answer, he dispelled his sadness and said softly, "After the attack in the hospital that day, Han Zejiyu and I were thrown on an isolated island, and it took three full days before we finally returned to City Z. After arriving in Z City, I found that the Rose Garden was destroyed, Nangong also experienced a great change, and I was also crowned as a murderer and escaped."

"Diderot destroyed the rose garden, and then sent someone to pretend to be you, creating the illusion of an alliance between MZ and Jack, and wanted to use Nangong's hand to destroy MZ and enjoy the benefits of the fisherman." Zhizhi gradually cleared up his mind, and his heart began to relax a little. , wanted to lean her body on the sofa to relieve the soreness of her stiff shoulders, but for some reason, under Nangong Mo's gaze, she couldn't relax for no reason, unconsciously on guard.

Zhizhi never thought that she trusted Nangong Mo the most in her heart, and she would unconsciously be wary of him.

"There is still a little doubt." Shitou drank a glass of milk, raised his legs gracefully, and said sharply, "The two cadres in the secret room fainted back then, and Beiming Wanrou was brutally killed. The second young master was the only survivor present. Since you It is said that all the memories have come back, so now you should be able to tell us who the murderer is?"

Nangong Mo looked at the stone without waves, "Diderot blamed me for killing two cadres, so there must be a reason."

The guess was confirmed, Zhizhi still felt a slight shock in her heart, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It was you who killed it," the stone sentence hurt people, "The tragedy of that year, Beiming Wanrou's life, the doctor who died inexplicably at the Doug Research Institute, and the brutal murder case 11 years ago, Second Young Master, what are you doing?" How much blood is on your hands?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Nangong Mo's expression changed drastically, his eyes gathered in mourning, his hands rested on his forehead, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face, his body trembled slightly, obviously in great pain...

It was only then that Zhizhi realized that her son would cover up and calculate, and he would not allow himself to use soy sauce wherever he went.

(Thanks to my dear ゞ栤鬿飞橆 for presenting the silent gold medal, dear 1021315314 for presenting silent red envelopes, next update 05:30^_^)

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