Mysterious president, get away from me!

"That's strange. Since Feiyan didn't commit any more crimes in the past ten years, why did she return to the world after ten years?" Gu Xiaoqiao said, "in short, I suspect that Feiyan is not a real murderer, but someone has committed many crimes in her name."

Maureen nodded and said, "I think the same as Joe. LAN Yao, you just said that when Feiyan committed a crime ten years ago, she told the owner in advance, but now grandfather Lin didn't receive any advance notice about this case, did he

"No

Lin Lanyao looked at them, with a dignified face, a low voice and a slow voice. "In addition to the doubts you mentioned, there is another one. Ten years ago, Feiyan only broke into the house to steal, and then she took the initiative to return the stolen goods to the original owner. Even if she was arrested, she would not be sentenced for long. This time, she not only broke into the house to steal, but also committed intentional homicide, The consequences will be very serious. In this case, she will leave things that can prove her identity at the scene of the crime. She either thinks herself to be an idiot, or deliberately planted and framed. "

"Yes, your analysis is very reasonable!" Gu Xiaoqiao said hastily, "even we can analyze so many suspicious points. Why should the police identify her as a murderer? Isn't that too far fetched?"

Lin Lanyao pulled his lips helplessly. "The police actually had doubts, but then they found the footprints left by the murderer on the balcony. Coincidentally, ten years ago, when Feiyan committed a crime, she also left a footprints. Comparing the footprints left by her ten years ago with the footprints on the balcony, it is exactly the same. If we say that the handwriting can be imitated, the flying swallow can be imitated, but the footprints can't be imitated, right? Therefore, the police believe that the number one suspect is Feiyan. "

Mo Ling frowned and murmured, "although it sounds reasonable, I still think it's unreasonable."

"Now, we have only one clue, the flying swallow." Lin Lanyao's face was gloomy, his eyes were deep, and he said slowly, "the police have been tracking down the whereabouts of the flying swallow. If you think about it, you will get the news soon."

Just then, the servant brought them tea and put it on the stone table.

Mo Ling stands near the stone table. She goes forward and holds two cups of tea in her hand. One is given to Gu Xiaoqiao and the other to Lin Lanyao. When he reaches for the cup, she lowers her voice and whispers in a voice that only two people can hear, "have you ever doubted Lin Chengxiao?"

Lin Lanyao's face did not change. He butted the teacup. His slender index finger gently knocked on the teacup, and his indifferent sight passed around without any trace.

Mo Ling understands, knows that Cao Ronghua and Lin Cheng Xiao moved back, he must have developed his own eyeliner in Lin's old house. It's not convenient to talk about it. Naturally, he said, "I hope the police will catch the flying swallow quickly so that Grandpa Lin can rest in peace."

Lin Lanyao looked at her deeply, and there was a hint hidden in his eyes. He said meaningfully, "yes, I won't let anyone hurt my grandfather!"

That evening, Lin Lanyao, Cao ronghua and Lin Chengxiao rarely sat at the same table for dinner. No one spoke and ate in silence.

After dinner, Cao ronghua wiped his lips with a napkin, looked up at Lin Lanyao, and said amiably, "Lanyao, you've stayed up two nights in a row and kept a wake for your grandfather. Even if you're an iron man, you can't bear it. I'll keep watch with Chengxiao tonight. You can have a rest."

Lin Lanyao said without expression, "this is the last night. I want to stay in the hall with my grandfather."

"Big brother" Lin Chengxiao also began to persuade, "grandfather knows you are filial, you have been with him for two nights, rest one night, he will not blame you. If you don't have a good rest, how can you host the funeral tomorrow? Now, you are the backbone of our Lin family. We all depend on you. "

"Yes, LAN Yao, you should have a good rest tonight, but don't burn yourself out..."

Lin Lanyao had to rest one night according to their advice.

Before returning to his room for a rest, Lin Lanyao went to the spirit hall as usual to burn paper and incense for the old man, and knelt down in front of the spirit for a long time before he left.

After he returned to his room, he took a shower and stood in front of the window in his bathrobe. Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, his dark eyes suddenly flashed a beam of fire, and his cold lips stirred up a radian of unknown meaning. Since the mother and son who were fishing for fame bumped into the door by themselves, let them have a taste of being haunted.

The cell phone at the head of the bed suddenly rang.

Lin Lanyao went over, picked up his cell phone and put it in his ear, "hello?"

"It's me." Mu Nianchen's voice came from his ear. "There's something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Ah Ling told me the police's suspicion." Mu Nianchen said in a low voice and solemnly, "I can tell you for sure that Feiyan is not the murderer."

Lin Lanyao sat on the sofa, long legs overlapping, handsome face no expression, light way, "why do you say that?"

Mu Nianchen said slowly, "I know Feiyan."

Lin Lan Yao's eyes moved slightly. "Who is she?"

"She's my subordinate. Her name is Qianying. Ten years ago, she stole a rich man's antiques for fun and made a farce. Later, she became my bodyguard. She certainly didn't do the theft of the Lin family. Someone borrowed her name. "

Lin Lanyao pondered for a moment and said, "I believe what you said, but the police found a footprint on the balcony, which is consistent with the footprint Feiyan left at the scene of the crime ten years ago. According to the police's conjecture, the suspect's height is between 1.7 and 1.75 meters. Could it be that the person pretending to be Feiyan's foot is just as big as Feiyan's?"

"My man is 1.72 meters tall. Although he is a woman, he has a pair of 38 feet. In the south where small feet are common, it may be a little difficult for a woman to impersonate her."

Lin Lan Yao's eyes flashed, "suspect, it may be a man!"

Mu Nianchen gave a "well" and said, "Qianying asked me to tell you that ten years ago, she met two good friends in that circle. Both of them recognized her handwriting and knew about her pseudonym" Feiyan ". She said that committing this case might be one of them."

The circle refers to the theft circle. Lin Lanyao was shocked. He sat up straight and said in a deep voice, "what happened to those two people?"

"An old devil with a nickname, who specializes in stealing the ill gotten gains of high-ranking officials, who are afraid of being implicated and dare not make a public statement, so he never fails. Another nickname is flying eagle. It likes stimulation and challenges high difficulty. Generally, what it steals is the collection of rich people's home or museum. This man is haunted and has a wide range of channels to sell stolen goods. He is wanted by Interpol, but he has never been caught. "

Mu Nianchen paused and continued, "they are both between 1.7 and 1.75 meters tall. It's easier for them to pretend to be Qianying. They often travel between cities. It's more difficult for them to find their whereabouts."

Lin Lanyao clenched his mobile phone. Frost was on his handsome face. His eyes were deep and cold. He said word by word, "even if I dig three feet, I will find them out!"

"I will let my friends on the road pay more attention."

"Well, thank you."

Lin's old house, Lingtang.

The candles in the hall are dim yellow, incense candles are placed in front of the old man's portrait, paper money is burning in the brazier in front of the coffin, many wreaths and couplets are stacked on both sides of the hall, and the air is filled with the smell of grass paper incense. In the dead of night, it seems a bit gloomy.

Cao ronghua and Lin Chengxiao are kneeling in front of the old master's portrait. I don't know how long later, Cao ronghua starts to feel sleepy. Her eyelids are constantly fighting. Her head is pointing at the old master's memorial tablet. Suddenly, she leans and falls to the floor with a plop.