"It's very possible." Huai Yi nodded fiercely, feeling more and more that the old man Shang Mo was not a good person.

But then, they saw that Shang Mo's tent door was suddenly opened, and a tall figure came out from inside, no one expected Zigui.

"Is it Zigui?" Fatty made a puzzled voice, "What did she do in Shang Mo's tent?"

Suddenly, everyone felt that they were being kept in the dark, and they subconsciously thought that there might be a strange connection between Zigui and Shang Mo, which made the three of them immediately vigilant.

Jiang Cheng also noticed that in Zigui's hand, he was still carrying a cloth bag.

After Zigui came out, because the distance was not too far, almost at the same time, he also noticed the three people in Jiangcheng who were looking at her. The moment their eyes touched, Zigui paused, and then immediately walked towards the three of them.

"Mr. Jiang." Zigui suppressed the fluctuating tone and said with a serious expression: "I have something to discuss with you."

Fatty and Huai Yi didn't look at this woman well, but the latter could feel it.

"Go ahead, Miss Zigui." Jiang Cheng's expression and tone were still the same, and he didn't see anything different.

"I don't want to say here, we... let's go further." Zigui said: "The things we need to discuss are more important, and I need your help."

Saying that, Zi returned and gestured to the bag in her hand. Jiang Cheng and the others had seen it. It belonged to Shang Mo. It contained notebooks and notes, all of which were related to his grandson's case.

"Is there anything I can't talk about here?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smile: "Also, Miss Zigui, you trust us too much. If you have important things to discuss with your friends, but come to us, you are not afraid. Are we bad people?"

"The bad guys are not scary, but you have enough ability." Zigui said calmly, "I need your help."

Zigui wanted Jiang Cheng and the others to go near the rock where Chanli's body was, but Jiang Cheng refused, and finally came to the back of a snow **** less than 100 meters from the camp.

Zigui took out his mobile phone and looked like he was going to send a message, but was stopped by the smiling Jiang Cheng, "Miss Zigui is worried that her teammates can't find you, I can send it for you." He was very polite.

At Zigui's request, Jiang Cheng sent a message to Gongsun Zhiruo on his mobile phone, telling him that he and Jiang Cheng's group were nearby, very close to the camp, so he should not worry.

After putting away the phone, Zigui raised his head, took a deep breath, and explained, "Let's make it clear, I suspect there is something wrong with Shang Mo. I'm afraid his purpose for taking us up the mountain is not as simple as he said."

"So you entered his tent alone?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.

"My purpose is this." Zigui lifted the cloth bag in his hand in a fit of anger.

"How did you get this thing?" Huai Yi grasped the problem. He remembered that someone wanted to help Shang Mo's backpack before, and also proposed to help him keep the bag of materials, but Shang Mo refused. , the reason is that the contents here are related to the truth of his grandson's case, and he can only rest assured if he brings it with him.

Wen Yan Zigui's face froze, and his voice suddenly became cold and unfamiliar, "It's like... like this."

In an instant, Zigui's eyes became dull, and as the thin lips opened and closed, it seemed that countless butterflies were drilling out of her mouth, and a strange breath permeated.

Huai Yi's eyes flashed for a moment, as if Zigui's words had magical power, guiding him to do something, but soon after he shivered, his mind became clear again.

"You..." The moment he was awake, Huai Yi assumed an attacking posture.

"Sure enough." Zigui nodded, looking at the three of Jiang Cheng, and said in a low voice, "You... are all people with that kind of ability."

Fatty blinked and reacted, "Are you a disciple? Your ability..."

"Control." Zigui raised his head and said calmly, "I can briefly control one, or a few people, and guide him to do something through my voice, but you have also seen that my ability is not only for this Huai Huai. Apart from having a little effect on Mr. Jiang, it is completely useless for Mr. Jiang and Mr. Wang, and the effect varies from person to person."

Huai Yi, who had regained his senses, suddenly felt a little ashamed. It felt like when he was in school, he was singled out by the head teacher and scolded that his grades were holding back the class.

However, when he thought that Brother Jiang Fugui was a top-ranked expert in Crimson Crimson, he became stubborn again, giving birth to a sense of honor and presence out of thin air.

"You used your ability to control Shang Mo and asked him to hand over the things." Jiang Cheng said, "You should not only do this, but also ask some questions, right?"

"Yes." Zigui admitted: "But his answer is the same as before. I don't see any problem. I don't dare to continue for too long, and he will be suspicious."

Looking at the weak-looking woman in front of her, Huai Yi shouted and looked away. She didn't expect that she was actually a disciple, and her abilities were also very special.

But now that I think about it, it makes sense. After all, these people have survived two missions. This is the third time. If there is no something to press the bottom of the box, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive until now.

Especially with a group of college students who have not graduated.

Zigui looked at the three people, especially Jiang Cheng and Fatty, and asked in a rather strange tone: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang, you are also... disciples, right, and far stronger than me."

"That's right!" Fatty pretended to be very powerful and said with confidence: "I warn you, don't use your brains, or you will hurt others and yourself!"

Zigui was stunned for a moment, obviously a little scared, "No, Mr. Wang, don't misunderstand, I came to you, the purpose is to study ~lightnovelpub.net~ whether there is any problem with Shang Mo, the most important thing is , and what happened to his grandson."

"After all, we have all heard about his grandson, and the source of the news is very single. There is only Shang Mo. We need to know more about his grandson." Zigui's thinking is very clear.

"But these notes and photos were prepared by Shang Mo, and they are credible..." Huai Yi said along the line of thought.

"I found several numbers in these notes and photos. I speculate that they should be the police officers who handled the case, and people around the crime scene who provided clues." Zigui said, "I can call them."

"Can your abilities be used on the phone?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.

Zigui nodded affirmatively, put the cloth bag in his hand, and took out a notebook from it, "Yes, I have tried it before, but it will consume my energy too much, so during this period of time, I need Mr. Jiang for your protection. If I run out of energy, I need you to take me back to the camp."

It seems that he doesn't want to waste time, Zigui said it very thoroughly.

"Okay, I'll take you back." After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng solemnly promised.