Chapter 274: Is Mao dead?

The door seemed to be locked, and he blamed the scalpel for being careless. He unscrewed the key and walked in.

Everything inside is still in order, as if there has never been anyone here since the beginning. His eyes swept around and finally stopped on the computer desk.

The handwritings left by Hashihide were placed on it, which were vivid and beautiful, as if it was the legendary body art that made people excited.

Looking at this look, scenes of scenes appeared in his heart. They were the scenes when he was with Hashihide. They were so clear and so bright that every time they made him feel heartbeat.

But everything that had been gone at the beginning was no longer there. Hashihide came to her own world gently, then quietly walked out of her own world, waved her sleeves, and took away her heart that had already belonged.

Everything about her is a mystery. Since she can speak Mandarin, why don’t she speak Mandarin when she is with her? And since she is a Japanese, why don’t she go back to Japan? What’s even more bizarre is that he once provided information about Japanese Onmyoji. Does he have some connections with the Japanese Onmyoji family? She was sent by the Onmyoji family to act as a spy?

But after thinking about it, he felt it was not possible. First of all, if Harahashi was the other party's spy, why did he leave him now? More importantly, he had not asked anything about work.

All questions were like borers, and his head was drilled everywhere.

Since things have reached this point, it can be said that everything is irreversible, so let it go.

As an adult, Hashihime should have the ability to protect herself.

I sighed again and prepared to leave here.

With a click, the door was closed.

The moment his hand was removed from the door handrail, he seemed to have been powered up, and he trembled violently. He tried hard to open his eyes and stared at the door handrail. After studying it carefully for a long time, he finally leaned on the stair railing behind him with pale face and weak body: "Water? Is the door handrail wet?"

Pictures flew out of his head. Whether it was the first contact with Hashihide, a layer of water mist would be covered with his body, or the large pool of water stains left outside when Hashihide went to Tang Yan and his rental house later, it all showed that Hashihide must have something to do with water.

If she guessed correctly, the door handrail that had just been touched with rough and dry just now became wet and full of water stains after she entered, which means that Hashihime must have been here just now.

He didn't have time to think about what the relationship between Hashihide and Water had, so he searched the room anxiously. But when he looked, there was no trace of Hashihide left by Hashihide except for the little water stains on the handrail when he left the door.

Tick.

A crisp sound of water ticks came from the direction of the door.

Such a crisp sound immediately made him extremely clear, and he hurriedly walked forward in a panic, and then carefully observed the ground at the door.

A pool of water stains flashed brightly on the ground.

"Kashihide, Hashihide?" Yin Hui shouted loudly, trying to attract Hashihide's attention. But to his disappointment, he could not see Hashihide at all, and even the water droplets were not falling down at this moment.

"What to do? What to do now?" He thought anxiously, searching around the room, trying to find the beautiful figure.

"Hakihime, don't be afraid, I'm Yin Hui, come out quickly."

All he had responded to was an empty echo, which was so bright and harsh in his ears.

"It's really depressing." He didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment, so he could only take a breath, thinking that maybe this would be better.

He walked out of the door and looked outside for a while, but there was still no Hashihide figure. He smiled faintly. He wondered if he thought Hashihide was too much, so he became a little nervous. Maybe the water just leaked where?

Thinking of this, I looked up again and saw that there were no water stains except for the empty and extremely dry luxury roof.

"Dingling, Dinglingling." Yin Hui's cell phone rang.

He hurriedly picked up his cell phone and saw that the caller ID was actually Hashihide's phone, so he answered the phone.

"Go to the National Security Bureau's prison to report immediately." Thorn said seriously.

"I understand." Yin Hui also answered simply.

Doudududu. The phone hung up there.

After searching again, he took a piece of yellow paper and wrote a line of words: "Hashihime, no matter why you hide from me, I will forgive you for everything you have done."

He pasted the yellow paper at the door, then got into the car and hurriedly left.

Hashihide rarely orders people to gather in person. This time she calls herself, so he must have made arrangements.

In the luxurious white villa, a yellow note danced with the wind and rustled. However, no matter how strong the wind was, the talisman that looked unsolid and not strong fell down.

Suddenly, the wind suddenly stopped, and the yellow paper was obediently attached to the door.

I heard a crisp sound of thorns, and the yellow paper seemed to have been torn off the door and fell off the door.

But it did not land, it just floated quietly in the air, as if a pair of hands were dragging it.

Gradually, two drops of water fell off the top and soaked the paper.

Slowly, the water soaked the paper frantically, slowly rotted and fell to the ground.

"You kid, you're finally here." At the gate of the prison, the scalpel looked anxiously at Yin Hui who was late, and his tone was a little blamed.

"What's wrong? What happened so panicked?" he asked in confusion.

"What's going on? You're so embarrassed to ask me? Don't you know what happened?" The scalpel glared at him.

"Tsk, don't keep it here, hurry up and talk about what's going on." It's not good to be thrilled by someone.

"You've had enough fun. Let the woman suffer and bear the pressure of public opinion and physiology. But you really have it." The scalpel was really angry this time. He walked in front of Yin Hui and ignored Yin Hui, as if he had hurt himself deeply.

Yin Hui could only shake his head and smile bitterly. He roughly guessed the meaning of the scalpel. The meaning was obvious that he had had a relationship with a woman and then had a certain chemical reaction as expected. As the chemical reaction became more and more intense, the fire wrapped in paper finally started to burn.

But Yin Hui could not withstand the discussion of others in this way. After all, she was still a little virgin and could not inject a certain chemical substance involved in the chemical reaction into a woman's body.

"Scalpel, stop fighting with me. I will tell you clearly that I am still a virgin."

"Tsk, are you still a virgin? With so many women around you, can you still maintain the chastity of a man? Don't compare you with us, the bachelors. It's an insult to us that you are a virgin."

Seeing that the scalpel was so angry, Yin Hui couldn't argue anything, so let's talk about it later.

There is no good way for a stubborn man like a scalpel. There is only one trick that can work, and that is to provide ironclad evidence.

But do you have any evidence? No, because he doesn't have that layer of film, he can't take out that layer of film.

After layers of tests from office and various precision instruments, they were proved that they were not outsiders and finally entered the underground prison where Lao Mao was detained.

Under the iron railing, Lao Mao fell asleep on the bed like a corpse. Looking at the people lying on the bed, his face full of sadness.

Jing Thorn and others were sitting on a table opposite, looking at Lao Mao opposite him, as if thinking about something.

The most incredible thing is that Thorns hold a list in their hands, with black and white letters, and a blurry black and white picture printed on it.

"What's going on with this list?" His heartbeats, and when he thought of the pregnancy mentioned by the scalpel just now, he has almost sorted out the matter.

That must have been a list printed when doing B-ultrasound, and you can tell that the situation is not optimistic by looking at their expressions.

It must be that some complex chemical reaction occurred in someone's body.

"Yin Hun, what do you think about this?" Seeing his hurry coming, Jingthorn quickly turned his gaze to Yin Hun.

"This... I dare say, this is definitely not mine." He hesitated for a long time before he said this.

"I know it's not yours." Everyone was stunned when he heard him say it, thinking he was playing humor. Jingthorn said with some reproach: "It's time for human life to be at stake, be serious."

Yin Hui thought to himself, am I not serious enough?

"Then... who's this?" They said it was not theirs. The stone pressing on their hearts finally landed on the ground, and he took a breath with ease.

"Of course it's Lao Mao?" Jingtiao pointed at Lao Mao, who was sleeping with a sad and angry expression in the cage.

"Old Mao?" He jumped three feet high, staring at Lao Mao unbelievably, and his heart was bleeding: "Oh my God, what a good woman, I'm was wasted on a bad man like this. Is there any justice in this world? Who is the master of this world?"

He wanted to cry without tears, but could only look at Mao in shock and admire the good luck of this guy.

It must be the thorn that Mao seduced before.

He thought angrily that a lonely man and a widow are always together, and it is inevitable that a long time to fall in love. In addition, a woman's resistance is weak, so she was deceived into the bed by a few sweet words from him. This man deserves to be damned.

But Mao was guilty and could not let him go.

But if the child is not released, wouldn’t he be ridiculed if he is born without a father in the future?

Alas, things are really tricky.

He sighed again.

"Yin Hun, what do you think you should do about this?" Jing Thi asked again when he saw his frowning look.

"I think... you are still young and have more opportunities in the future." Yin Hui sighed, his face full of sadness: "In my opinion, I'd better make this child aborted, and with your conditions, no one cares about the flaws this time."

"It's flowing?" Jing Thief looked at Yin Hui with a depressed look: "Did you make a mistake or am I confused? Take this order over and take a look." After that, he handed the order in his hand to Yin Hui.

Seeing everyone's strange eyes, Yin Hui seemed to have been electrocuted. He secretly realized that it must be a scalpel. He hurriedly took the order and looked at it.

The autopsy report clearly stated on it.

"The autopsy report? Isn't the pregnant woman's B-ultrasound?" He asked incredible staring at Jingthorn.

"..." Jing Thief rolled his eyes, remembering that he had just mistakenly thought of himself as a pregnant woman who had an unexpected pregnancy, and his face flushed.

"What are you doing? How could he get along with Mao? Even if he does, he has to get along with you. Are you joking? "Jingthorn also had some little thoughts in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's this guy who caused me to misunderstand." He spoke repeatedly, then glared at the scalpel and asked, "Scalpel, what's going on?"

"What's up to me?" Scalpel looked at Yin Hui with a grievance: "Don't blame a good person for being wronged. I went out to receive you kindly, but you actually put the blame on me."

Yin Hui felt so miserable that the person involved refused to admit it.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" The scalpel looked at everyone innocently and asked.

"Yes, of course, yes." A messy voice sounded, but seeing how they all nodded, they also understood that they agreed with the scalpel.

Based on their understanding of Yin Hui, even if he is vulgar and vulgar on weekdays, if no one misleads him, he will not think of B-sup orders in this place.

"Okay." Seeing them saying in unison that they were that kind of person, the scalpel shrugged helplessly, looked at Yin Hui, and held back the smile in his heart and said, "It's okay for me to apologize to you. But I didn't tell you what the list and who was pregnant. Everything was made up by you."

If you don't mislead me, would someone have such a pure little heart think of so many dirty things? He can only smile bitterly in his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense, now you can tell me what to do. Mao has been killed by someone." Jing Ts' anger just now was suppressed by her. It was really difficult for a woman with a hot temper like her.

"Has Mao been killed?" Yin Hui looked at Lao Mao with a peaceful expression lying on the bed in disbelief, unable to believe his ears.

"Yes, Mao was killed by noon today." She said as she stood up, walked to the prison door, opened the lock of the prison door with a click, and walked in with them: "See you have seen such a wound?"
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