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Chapter 139: Unsettled Pastoral Life(2/2)

Old Mrs. Ke pulled her son's arm like a child who admitted his mistake.

"Okay, it's important to find someone."

Ke Yang patted the back of his mother's hand and signaled that he was not angry. Old Mrs. Ke let go of her hand and her eyebrows were worried again. At this time, she saw Niu Niu and Doudou playing with hoes in the yard, and hurried out of the house to stop her.

"Ke Yang, I think Xiang Hong may be in danger."

Last night, I felt that nothing happened, and this would be related to Xiang Hong's disappearance. He Zhi said the sound of death bell he heard. Ke Yang looked at He Zhi in surprise. If He Zhi could hear the policeman who died again, could he see the shadow of death again?

He doesn't want special abilities, he just wants to live in the countryside.

"Let's go and have a look. Maybe I'm too concerned. If that Xiang Hong is fine, I can feel at ease."

"good."

Ke Yang understood what He Zhi wanted to confirm, and he also wanted to verify it. If they restored their original identities and were regained their special abilities, then they would face endless unjust souls.

Feeling Ke Yang's solemn expression, He Zhi pretended to be relaxed and said that riding a motorcycle is more comfortable than riding a car, and she can breathe fresh air and cross mountains and rivers without traffic jams.

Ke Yang said that he bought the motorcycle at the second-hand market in the county, and it would be more convenient to ride a motorcycle in the countryside in the future.

Liu Dakuan's blue motorcycle was parked under the big locust tree. Ke Yang parked the motorcycle next to the blue motorcycle and pulled He Zhi into Xiang Hong's yard.

Xiang Hong's man was named Hu Jin, and he was sitting on the shiny nanmu chair with varnish and angry.

Seeing Ke Yang and He Zhi come in, Hu Jin immediately jumped up and asked who they were looking for.

"Ke Yang is here..."

Liu Dakuan was not used to being called Ke Yang. The death of his brother-in-law was the funeral that he helped to deal with. The handsome guy in front of him was also called Ke Yang, which made him somewhat twist.

"What are you all going to our house for? If my wife runs away, you should help me get it back. If my wife doesn't go home today, I will never end up with her family."

Hu Jin picked up the long stick on the table and held it in his hand, looking angry as if everyone in the room owed him.

Ke Yang didn't say anything. He stared at Hu Jin's eyes and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Seeing Ke Yang's expression, He Zhi understood that Ke Yang must have seen the shadow of death. Xiang Hong must have died, and Hu Jin is most likely the one who killed Xiang Hong.

"Where is Xiang Hong's room?"

Ke Yang took his gaze from Hu Jin. To solve the case, he had to come up with evidence. It would not work with his special abilities alone.

"I've searched both inside and outside the house."

Liu Dakuan spread his hands and seemed helpless.

"Let's go and look for it again. Maybe you'll miss the notes or something."

"She can write!"
Chapter completed!
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