Fang Daichuan got out of his mind for a while, and only after a moment did he react and hugged Li Sinian's back without leaving a gap.

"Uncle chose this path by himself." Fang Daichuan's voice was firm, "I believe he must be particularly calm when he left. In any case, he has been punished due to his due punishment. As juniors, we can only respect his choice. ."

Li Sinian sniffed on the side of his neck. He turned half of his face, the bridge of his nose was straight, but his nose was red and swollen. Compared with the feeling of being high above the clouds, he instantly became a little bit grounded.

Fang Daichuan gently pressed his dry lips to his temples, and coaxed: "If he hadn't chosen this way, your childhood would have been simple and happy. You might not have the character and temper like you are today, and we might not meet. , Even if we meet, we may not have intersection. It is the pain of the past that has shaped you now. Thinking like this, will it feel better?"

"Why didn't I find out before, you are still a philosopher." Li Sinian straightened up and shook his head with a bitter smile. He sniffed, the thick nasal sound in his voice, combined with the sweaty little curls, was a little cute.

Fang Daichuan watched his expression carefully: "I am not only a philosopher, I am also a poet."

"What you say cannot be said can not change what can be said, but you see, human beings are so unique and unreasonable. They have biological self-interest instinct, but they also have powerful weapons to counter this instinct. They are vicious and kind, Dangerous and fascinating, they have conquered the world, exterminated countless species and climbed to the top of the biological chain, but they have awe and responsibility for the whole world. The human heart is unspeakable, but the charm of the human heart lies in this inability A logical spiritual barrier flashes. Human beings rely on countless such aura flashes to enable the stars to shine and grow endlessly."

——This is the line of his next interstellar movie. A dedicated actor like Fang Daichuan has memorized the script early and has practiced it countless times at home. Now that he blurted out, he didn't even need to temporarily organize his facial expressions and tone of voice. While carrying his back, he put on an awe-inspiring and hopeful expression, but secretly raised his eyes carefully, and peeked at Li Sinian's reaction.

He finished this long line, but Li Sinian did not speak.

Will you wear it? Fang Daichuan scratched his head in distress, too written? Did he notice that I was memorizing lines?

——No, Li Sinian didn't notice Fang Daichuan's cute little secret at all. He looked at Fang Daichuan's firm and gentle eyes, and just wanted to kiss him.

The closer he got closer, the two could breathe.

Fang Daichuan stood still and swallowed several times. He closed his eyes.

"what--!"

The downstairs screamed volley, almost piercing the eardrums of the two!

Li Sinian stood up suddenly and suddenly opened the small door.

Yang Song's voice was urgent, and she shouted: "Is there anyone! Fang Daichuan! Li Sinian! Help!"

The two looked at each other, and the ambiguity floating in the air instantly disappeared. Li Sinian ran down after lifting his steps. Fang Daichuan was still behind the long table. He supported the table with one hand and kicked his legs on the ground. Flip beautifully with bare hands and jump directly over the long table. The two rushed downstairs one after another.

In the room at the end of the second floor, the door has been completely destroyed, and it is upside down. The burn marks on the wallpaper are especially obvious. The windows were wide open, and half of the curtains were flying up.

Niu Xinyan was climbing half of her body on the window frame, her nails pinching the burnt mullions, her index finger as white as a hook. Yang Song clung to Niu Xinyan's waist, dragging her doom back, shouting for help while dragging her.

With the strength of the dying person, she really couldn't handle it with a thin little girl. Niu Xinyan had fallen half a foot high as she watched.

Fang Daichuan was so frightened that he couldn't take care of men and women. He pinched Niu Xinyan's shoulder with his right hand, and his waist with the other hand, and forced him back into the room.

The burning traces around are conspicuous, Niu Xinyan is wearing a pure white nightdress, her legs are skinny, exposed in the air, gloomy white, like a gorgeous and decadent ghost.

Fang Daichuan and Yang Song looked at each other, both with a look of fear.

Niu Xinyan fell to the floor, holding her face and crying.

Li Sinian handed her a handkerchief, and he didn't know where he found it in the corner of the room.

Fang Daichuan asked Yang Song with his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Yang Song squeezed his eyes and said, "The child is dead."

Fang Daichuan was stunned for an instant. In fact, it is foreseeable, Fang Daichuan relieved himself that the burn was so severe and the child was so young.

"Don't cry," Yang Song looked a little irritable. She paced around Niu Xinyan for two steps, seeming to hesitate whether to say it or not. "You have to find the arsonist before you die. Your son is in the spirit of heaven. Don’t you need to punish the murderer for relief?"

Niu Xinyan stopped crying instantly. She slowly raised her head, her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and her eyes looked extremely cold.

"What do you know?" Niu Xinyan's voice was rigid, without ups and downs.

Yang Song bit her lip: "Ding Zihui is wrapped in a scarf on her right hand." She paused, opened her mouth a few times before continuing, "I accidentally saw it when she was washing her hands. There was such a big burn mark. ." She said and gestured the size of a coin.

Niu Xinyan's left eye and chin were visibly trembling with naked eyes. She gritted her teeth: "Ding Zihui?"

Yang Song nodded.

Fang Daichuan drew out the card he was carrying and sighed.

There were only a few people in total. Li Sinian said that Yang Song was an idiot, and Niu Xinyan was an ordinary villager, so he simply stopped hiding.

"Ding Zihui came to me a few days ago, holding a common villager card, which I didn't mind at the time. But today we found the corpse of the beer belly that died on the first day, and I flipped a commoner card on him. "Fang Daichuan is straight to the point." These days when we count the pits, we always ignore the beer belly intentionally or unconsciously. The four gods, the four people, and the four wolves look for it. They look for it and forget the pit of the beer belly. The beer belly died the first day. To occupy a position, is it possible that he is the legendary third-party camp? I don’t think it looks like it. Is someone taking the position of the beer belly? What trump card is this person? Where did Ding Zihui’s civilian card come from? I stole the hole card of the beer belly, and why should I return it to him?"

Fang Daichuan asked repeatedly, but no one could answer him.

"Hey, it's so lively." Du Wei's voice came from outside the door.

When everyone looked back, Du Wei was holding a half bottle of wine and swayed against the door frame. In the dark corridor, his face was blurred, but his eyes were bright.

"What are you talking about? Why sit on the ground, how cold." He said and walked in.

Li Sinian stood behind Fang Daichuan. He looked around the people standing in the room and whispered in Fang Daichuan's ear: "You hold them in check. I will take advantage of the chaos and go out to examine people."

Fang Daichuan remembered the incident now, and his heart was tight: "Is it safe outside?"

"Everyone is here, there is only one Ding Zihui outside. I have defenses, she can't help me," he said in his ear, breathing on his earlobes, hot, "I must define Ding Zihui's The identity, the information we found, does not contain the part about her. She seems to have nothing to do with this bureau, and is involved with the people in the bureau everywhere. She is too dangerous."

While everyone was talking, Li Sinian flashed away and left the room and sank into the darkness of the corridor.

Fang Daichuan thought of his speculation about the boss behind the scenes, and the ominous premonition in his heart expanded.