A luxury car drove into the villa of the rich and parked outside the cordon.

After Mussen got off the bus in the driver's seat, Mudjango, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was still in a dull state.

For the first time in his life, he was so scared...

Even when he was a child, he mistakenly thought that his father was going to throw him away, and he sat in the chair in the amusement park all night, and he was never so afraid.

Mussin opened the door of the co-pilot and pushed Mudjango's shoulder, "If you don't dare to look, I'll go in by myself."

He is not less concerned about Cosi than Django, but he is much stronger in his heart than Django.

The police officer on the phone said before that he should be mentally prepared because the girl's death was miserable.

"It should be done by the same murderer." The detective has done the work of taking photos and collecting evidence.

They talked, "It is recommended to deal with the previous case."

The body was placed on a stretcher and covered by white cloth.

"Do you know what the little girl has?" Walking to the stretcher, Mussen was told, "because the victim's eyes were blinded, his appearance may be difficult to identify."

At this time, Mujagango, who walked a step later, said: "But there is a red cinnabar mole two centimeters below the clavicle. I have personally changed her clothes for the past two days, so I am very sure."

He almost used all his strength to take every step. He walked to the body and stared at the white cloth with his eyes tightly.

No, but Xi would not be killed. She is still so young, so cute, so innocent, and full of infinite curiosity about the world. She would not encounter such a terrible thing.

A few seconds seemed like a century passed.

The white cloth was slowly lifted up.

No……

no……

Not Kesi...

The hard-to-described mood came into view, and it was obvious that the body of a girl who was cruelly killed, but she didn't care about regret in her heart, but instead she felt a sense of gratitude.

Fortunately, it's not Kesi!

Selfish but understandable.

Mussin and Mudjango breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Feeling the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, Mujaga took two steps back and almost collapsed on the ground.

Musnian supported him in time.

When they returned to the car, the two of them were still a little stunned.

After a while, Mujagango recovered, "By the way... But where will Sis be? Have you found nothing in your people?"

"No, it means that the people who took Kexi not only avoided all road surveillance, but also avoided those horsemen who searched people in the streets and alleys. Is it possible?"

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Musian's mind, "Will it be the one who took Kexi away? Is it my grandfather's person?"

"No, no?" Mujarago looked puzzled, "Why did grandpa take her away without a sound?"

"Grandpa sent Kexi to my office without a single sound."

The impatient Mujarago didn't want to continue guessing anymore. He was about to try his luck to call his grandfather when his cell phone rang first.

The caller ID is "Mu Zhonglun".

It’s really strange recently! Brothers who haven’t had any contact for several years suddenly emerged one by one.

Mu Zhonglun is 31 years old and eight years older than Mujago. He is the second among the six brothers of the Mu family.

Most ordinary people don’t know this name, but in the circle of architectural designers, the word “Mu Zhonglun” is definitely known to everyone.

He has won numerous awards at international architecture and art exhibitions held around the world.

As a representative of avant-garde architects, his peers in the construction industry have a very high evaluation of him.

Guangming Newspaper once published an evaluation of him, "Mr. Mu has extraordinary courage in his imagination of space. The buildings he wrote are not only a house, a museum, but also an amazing work of art."

His distinctive designs are spread all over the world, including shopping malls, residences, parks, museums, banks, hotels, etc.

If you remember correctly, Mu Zhonglun should be in Paris, why did he suddenly call himself?

Although Mujahgo was puzzled, he answered the phone, "Hey?"

I heard the man's murky but sexy cigarette sound from the other end of the phone, "Why is your daughter in my house?"

"Ha? What's my girl..."

Halfway through, Mujajango realized, "Is Kesi at your house? Wait, haven't you settled in Paris with your French girlfriend?"

Mu Zhonglun casually said: "I broke up. I just returned to China this morning after the plane yesterday."

At this time, a cute "Little Zongzi" came from the other end of the phone. It sounded like the voice of Mu Kexi's cute baby, "Who is Xiao Zongzi calling with? Is Little Zongzi?"

Mu Zhonglun hates children the most in his life!

He frowned in annoyance, ignored the girl's words, opened the floor-to-ceiling glass window and walked to the balcony.

"Murjango, what's wrong with you? Why did you throw your daughter away from my house? By the way, how did you know my password? Also, why did you ask her to call me 'Little Zongzi'?"

Faced with a lot of false accusations, Mujajango was extremely innocent, "Where did I have it?"

"In one hour, you come to my house to pick up your daughter immediately. For more than a second, I will throw the person on the road."

After shouting these words, he hung up the phone.

"Kesi is at Mu Zhonglun's house! He let us arrive within an hour," Mu Jamgo urged, "Drive quickly, you know that guy's character, you have no patience with children."

Following the navigation instructions, Mussen drove to Mu Zhonglun's house as fast as possible, which took just one hour.

His home is in the suburbs of S City.

The house was designed and built by him ten years ago.

The winding corridor looks rugged, but it doesn't feel too steep when walking. Step by step, until you see the semi-glass houses standing in the shadow wall of the tree garden, and you feel like you are leading to the clouds of the heaven.

It looks like Mu Zhonglun's architectural style.

Make good use of light and rhythm to turn the world that only exists in the painting into a realistic work of art.

They rang the doorbell in front of the door.

The man who opened the door looked tall and handsome.

Under the thick eyebrows, his facial features are deep and tough, his face is clearly angular, which is completely different from Mujahngo's soft lines.

Although I was wearing a white shirt and only rolled up a small piece of cuffs, I could still see the clear muscle lines on my arms.

“It’s still punctual…”

After the words came, Mu Zhonglun noticed that not only Mujahngo had arrived, but Mu Sinian was outside the door.

"Little Rice Cake!" An excited sweet voice came.

The little girl who ran out of the yard looked like an excited little rabbit and rushed directly to Musenian.

He had been talking about "Kexi" in his mind before, but when Xiao Kexi came up so enthusiastically, the cold-faced man inexplicably felt a little awkward again.

Mujango saw Musinian hesitating whether to hug Kexi, and leaned forward to hug the cute little girl on the ground in his arms.

He scraped her nose and said in a sour tone, "I just called it 'Little Rice Cake', and I don't call it."

Mu Kexi called sweetly, "Little pigeon...Kexi misses the little pigeon so much."

"I miss my little Kexi too."

Mu Zhonglun couldn't stand this kind of stingy scene, "Okay, how do you father and daughter want to chat back home and chat slowly? I won't be with you anymore."

When the door was about to be closed by him, Musnian, who was quick to react, decisively reached out to stop it.

"Don't rush to close the door. I have to ask you about some things. Also, you misunderstood one thing, but your aunt."
Chapter completed!