He didn't let his subordinates follow. The light from the manor stretched his figure, and his leather shoes stepped on the ground. Only this monotonous sound echoed in the entire space, with a deep sense of loneliness.

Shen Jikong walked all the way through the manor path, passed the living room, and came to the bedroom. He put Luo Qiao on the bed first, pressed a raised hand on the wall, and then a hidden door opened automatically. Shen Jikong picked Luo Qiao up again, no Walked in quickly.

The secret door slowly closed after he entered, and then there was a soft sound of a broken switch.

The whole manor was completely silent now.

...

Ming Siran and his party soon arrived at Shen Jikong’s manor, and Shen Jikong’s men covered in blood staggered in, his forehead was still dripping blood, but the man walking behind him with a cold breath looked Did not look at him.

Ming Siran was tall and tall, his snow-white shirt was stained with dazzling blood, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest, and his thin lips coldly spit out a word: "Sou."

The men behind immediately moved, quickly searching the various rooms and corners of this manor.

Ming Siran's gaze fell on the manor he had visited once, his eyes cold.

Luo Zelan entered at this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, picked it up and pressed the answer: "What?"

The man on the other end of the phone spoke very quickly: "Master, the place where the explosion occurred is not only the hotel where we live, but also two other places, one is Chairman Shen’s villa, and the other is Shen Jikong’s birthplace. The place where my mother and husband now live."

After hearing these few words, Luo Zelan's brows were already frowned, "What did you say?"

Hearing Luo Zelan's tone, Ming Siran's expression moved and turned to look at him.

Luo Zelan paused, then said solemnly: "Are there casualties?"

"Yes, Chairman Shen’s two sons and one daughter were injured in varying degrees. Among them, Chairman Shen was the most injured. Now he has been sent to the hospital. Hearing the doctor’s opinion, there is a high probability that his life cannot be saved. , And Shen Jikong’s biological mother Ling Chu was even more frightened, her leg was broken and she was still in a coma."

Luo Zelan listened to the report at hand, the more he listened, the more silent.

Explosions, casualties, and his indifferent parents who did not perform any responsibilities...

His decisive posture is almost a means of punishment, no matter how you look at it, it can't help people think deeply.

And once I think about it, the results are shocking.

Luo Zelan walked over and told the incident to Ming Siran next to him. After hearing this, the man's expression could not be described as ugly.

After searching the manor, the subordinates reported in a low voice: "Ming, we found a secret door switch on the wall of Shen Jikong's bedroom."

The switch has not been deliberately hidden by its owner, and it is not difficult to find, but they tried it and couldn't open it.

It is not certain whether Shen Jikong is hiding with Miss Luo Qiao inside.

Ming Siran and Luo Zelan had already walked to the bedroom at the same time after reporting the report. After entering, Ming Siran glanced at Shen Jikong's bedroom. The room was very ordinary, it was an ordinary man's residence. There were car keys and cigarette cases on the table, simple items belonging to men.

It's just that there is a huge painting on the wall of this bedroom. In the painting, a woman is dressed in a long dress with a pair of cat eyes clever and sly, watching the person who patted her with a smile in her eyes.

Whoever sees it will be attracted to her involuntarily.

Naturally Luo Qiao.

Ming Siran's gaze paused on the painting, her thin lips slowly tightened.

Luo Zelan tried the secret door switch, constricted his eyes: "The switch should have been destroyed inside, and we need to find a professional person to solve it."

When his voice fell, he immediately got in touch.

Luo Zelan couldn't hear Ming Siran's voice, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the huge portrait following his sight.

It should have been a long time since this portrait was hung, and the pretty appearance in the painting is still immature.

It should have been taken when the two had just met each other, and the pretty looks on the painting didn't seem to disgust him either.

"..."

Luo Zelan watched for a while, and withdrew his sight. Both the airport and the port were under control for the first time. According to his subordinates and the driving route captured by road monitoring, Shen Jikong is most likely to be behind this hidden door now. .

Thinking of the series of things he is doing now, Luo Zelan frowned, a bad premonition surged in his heart.

...

Behind the secret door, Luo Qiao slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the figure of the man. He was sitting on a chair with his head in his hands, his eyes closed, and he was resting.

At the moment Luo Qiao woke up, he seemed to notice something, opened his eyes, and looked up at her.

Then his gaze stopped on her face, and Shen Jikong stared at her for a moment.

Luo Qiao didn't look at him, she sat up and observed this place, whether it was breath or light, it was obviously not like it was on the ground.

Looking at the watch, it hasn't been long since she was fainted by him, and she should still be in this country.

Since she was still in this country, it was only a matter of time before Siran and her brother found her.

When Luo Qiao was thinking about the situation he was in, Shen Jikong stood up and walked slowly to Luo Qiao with long legs. He looked down at her and finally made a noise, with a slightly low voice: "No What do you want to say to me?"

Luo Qiao's eyes finally fell on him, and two seconds later, she said, "What do you want?"

Shen Jikong whispered: "Compound with Ming Siran?"

"Correct."

Answer without hesitation.

Hearing this, Shen Jikong twitched at the corner of his mouth. He leaned over to get closer to her, his voice even lower and hoarse: "Qiaoqiao, are you sure I won't do anything to you?"

So even in this situation, I still dare to speak to him like this, knowing what he thinks of her.

"Shen Jikong, I am not an item, whoever robbed it."

Shen Jikong's eyes were deep, and he stared at her for a moment, then slowly stood up straight, turned and walked to the table.

He took out a white medicine bottle from the drawer, took another glass of water, then poured a few pills out, and drank it with his head up.

Luo Qiao looked at the obviously abnormal number of pills in his hand, and involuntarily tightened her eyebrows, "What are you eating?"

Shen Jikong did not answer her. After drinking the medicine, he sat on the chair just now. He closed his eyes slightly, his face looked paler than when he first saw him, rubbed his temples and was silent.

After a long while, he seemed to wait for the sharp pain to fade slightly before he raised his eyes again, looked at Luo Qiao, and chuckled lightly: "You will also care about me?"