Lei Xiong said in secret: "Yan Wu is about the same age as me, and now there are no black and white photos. This photo was at least ten years ago. Yan Wu was a little girl ten years ago. How could she have such a figure and appearance?! Could it be her! It was her?! Why was her photo in this tomb? Or there are people in the world who look like them?! Could it be..., right?" He suppressed the joy and doubts in his heart, and wanted to see it clearly, but the dark red spark had been completely extinguished.

He put the photos and books back into the box and said to the tombstone: "Master of the tomb, I'm sorry today. This book is of some use to me. After I study it, I will definitely return it. If it is gold, silver and treasure, I will definitely not have a penny."

He put the unveiled stone slab on the monument and touched the bulge on it, and was struggling to know the name on it.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He came to the place where Yan Haifu asked him to drain water last time, took some mud, mixed it with water, put it on the ground and patted it for several times, and made a mud billet the size of a red brick. In his hometown, people made mud billets during the Chinese New Year, inserting incense and candles to worship the Bodhisattva of the Land. This was his favorite thing when he was a child.

He put the clay in the bulge and printed it for a while, thinking that when he brought it to a place with light, he would know what the two words were.

Although he did not believe that there were ghosts in the world, he felt that this was still disrespectful to the dead, so he said to the tombstone: "Master, please forgive me!"

He quickly walked down the mountain, reached the foot of the mountain, used his light skills, and soon fell down at the door of Baoming Company.

When Lu Xiaojun saw him coming in, he said, "Boss, Mr. Zhao is back, looking for you everywhere! Why are you holding a ball of mud?"

Lei Xiong said: "Where is he?"

Lu Xiaojun said: "In the chairman's office."

Lei Xiong nodded and came to his dormitory. He didn't care about turning on the lights. He put the box and mud on the table, locked the door, and went to the office building with the light shining in from outside.

He came to the door of Zhao Hengdong's office and heard the sound of many people quarreling inside.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in!" - It was Zhao Hengdong's voice.

Lei Xiong opened the door and found that Jinbiao, He Wenchuang, Zhao Lang and Mr. Guo were all inside. There were two others, namely the general manager of the warehouse and the manager of the quality department.

Zhao Hengdong went straight to the point and said, "Xiao Lei, I already know the matter, you did it right."

Lei Xiong said: "Mr. Zhao has gone too far, in the hospital..."

Zhao Hengdong interrupted him and said, "I will resettle and comfort the dead and injured. We must find out the truth as soon as possible for the cause of the fire."

He paused, glanced at everyone, and said, "I suspect someone deliberately set fire."

Everyone looked at each other.

Lei Xiong said nothing. He had already thought of this possibility. Otherwise, why did Mr. Zhao catch a fire in broad daylight when he was not in the company? The warehouse staff claimed that all safety measures were done well. Although some of the burned materials were flammable, they could be avoided with a little care.

"Xiao Lei, I will leave it to you for investigating the cause of the accident. If you need any help or report it to me, please tell me in time."

Zhao Hengdong said calmly.

"I?"

Lei Xiong was a little unexpected.

"What? Don't you?"

"No, no, I'm willing to serve."

"Okay, how long does it take to find out?"

"Mr. Zhao, at least three days, at least one week."

"Xiao Lei, does it take so long? We must give an explanation to the relevant departments as soon as possible." Mr. Guo said in a gentle voice.

Lei Xiong was about to say something, but Zhao Lang said:

"Mom, it's understandable that Coach Lei has just arrived and is not familiar with our company. Give him more time."

It turned out that Mr. Guo was actually Mr. Zhao's wife and Zhao Lang's mother. When he picked up the plane, Lei Xiong guessed that after this moment of verification, he was not surprised.

Zhao Hengdong said: "Yes, I believe he will do this well."

Lei Xiong said: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your understanding and trust. I have just found the scald medicine for the two injured."

Zhao Hengdong nodded and said, "Oh? Who is so powerful?"

Lei Xiong remembered the agreement with Yan Haifu and said, "He is a master, and he doesn't want to name him."

Zhao Hengdong said: "It's too late today. You've been tired for a day. I'll wait for me in the practice room tomorrow, and then go to the hospital with me."

Lei Xiong said: "Okay!"

Zhao Hengdong glanced at everyone and said, "I hope everyone will cooperate with Coach Lei's work, just like I am, and the meeting will be over!"

The crowd went downstairs and returned to their residences.

Lei Xiong saw Zhao Lang driving his parents away from the company.

Lu Xiaojun came to him and said, "Boss, why did Mr. Zhao look for you?"

Lei Xiong smiled bitterly and said, "Xiaojun, I took on a tricky job." He immediately told Lu Xiaojun about the matter.

Lu Xiaojun snorted and said, "This old fox, there are so many capable people in the company. If you leave such offensive things to your newcomer, why don't he leave them to his son to do? Isn't this a problem for you?"

Lei Xiong said: "The evil people always need to be the ones. Besides, he gave me a sword and would not receive any reward without merit."

Lu Xiaojun said: "It's like accompanying the tiger, be careful yourself."

Lei Xiong said: "Maybe I am used to being a villain and being shameless. Even if he doesn't give me this task, I will pay attention to it secretly."

Lu Xiaojun said word by word: "You are called meddling in other people's business."

Lei Xiong shook his head and turned around and entered the dormitory.

He turned on the lamp and the mud was completely dry. Although it was reversed and the handwriting was sloppy, he still saw that the two words were - Menglan.

His guess was finally verified, and he was still shocked: Menglan? Lin Menglan?! It's really her?! This is her grave, so she is no longer in this world? Why is her grave so simple that she doesn't seem to want people to know?

He opened the book "Qingxia Full Score" and it turned out that it was a hand-painted martial arts secret book. The pages were neatly cut, and even the binding was stapled by carpenters. It can be seen that the person who made this book was very careful.

He flipped it around casually, only to feel that he had practiced these moves, but he didn't seem to have practiced them. He practiced according to the description on one of the pages, and felt that although they were similar to his skills, they were still very different.

He turned to the last few pages and widened his eyes because it was painted with a man and a woman practicing swords at the same time. The two knives looked very strange, completely different from ordinary knives. He had never seen them, and had never practiced them. He turned several pages and saw the knife he drew like this. It seemed that it was not because the painter mistakenly, but because there was such a knife.

He seemed to remember something: Liangyi Knife? Could it be the Liangyi Knife?!

He was confused for a moment: Who wrote this book? Why is it so similar to the martial arts of Chishan School? What are the last sword techniques? Why is it sealed in Menglan's tombstone again?

He took out the photos and saw them more clearly under the light. The people in the photos are as profound as Yan Wu now, almost carved from the same mold, but from the age, they seem to be slightly older than Yan Wu.

There are four lines of small characters on the back of the photo, which read: Once you see me, you will catch my soul again, and if you see me, you will lose your life after seeing me, you can only find it in a dream.

Although the handwriting is mottled, it can still be clearly identified because it is well preserved.

Lei Xiong thought, looking at the handwriting, it should have been written by a man. It must be that he was deeply in love with the woman in the photo but it was unavailable, showing infinite regret. Lin Menglan looked like a fairy, and there must be many people who were moved by her besides her master. Because from the handwriting, it was not Wang Likun's word.

It was late at night, and this huge discovery made him completely sleepless. He wanted to continue practicing the moves on the book, but he still closed it.

Thinking of going to the hospital with Zhao Hengdong tomorrow, he opened the paper bag that Yan Haifu gave him. A smell of fishy smell came out. He leaned closer to his nose and smelled it. The fishy smell was filled with a hint of coolness.

Lei Xiong was curious and remembered that when he was saving someone yesterday, his abdomen was burned. Why not try this medicine first? If it is indeed as Yan Haifu said, the effect should have been seen when he wakes up tomorrow, so that he can better hand it over to the two people who were burned.

He didn't know how to use it, so he had to find a piece of paper inside that said how to use it.

He looked at it and understood how to use it. But he was stunned again.

He quickly compared the handwriting behind the photo with the one written on the paper, which was surprisingly similar, as if it was the same person's hand. However, because the words on this paper were related to medicine, the difference from the photo was that the writing was more steady and sloppy.

Lei Xiong felt like something was hit hard in his head.

He calmed down and recalled that when he was on the grave, Yan Haifu gave them some money and a piece of paper with the route of the bus. The handwriting on the paper was as calm as the one on the paper today.

He suddenly remembered that when he was just getting to the mud, the vegetable leaves in the field were still wet, and it was not raining today, and it was obvious that someone had just watered them. Yan Haifu came back from outside with a load of water bucket. Although his vegetable fields may be more than this, it was a coincidence.

He seemed to understand something. He opened the book and found some places with text annotations, but found that these words were very different from Yan Haifu's font.

He fell into a mystery again. Although he knew this, the story involved was definitely not simple. He didn't know whether he should continue to investigate. However, after thinking for a moment, his mind calmed down.

He thought that as long as Ke Dalong was not arrested for a day, he would continue to investigate. He was most shameful. Yan Haifu clearly had a great relationship with Ke Dalong, but he once denied that he didn't know him. If Yan Haifu told him frankly, it would be fine. This is not bright, and there must be great hidden secrets. Although he agreed to Yan Haifu's two conditions, this is not contradictory.

He looked at the clock on the wall and it was almost midnight.

He took a shower and compared the medicines according to the method of use. He first applied the medicine in the small bottle to the scald, then swallowed two of them. Finally, he took out a small pinch of green grass foam and applied it on his belly with tape.

At first, I felt it was still so painful, but after a while, I felt that the wounded area was cold and enjoyed it slowly.
Chapter completed!