Chapter 122:

Yeah, although the people are behind the times, they are not stupid. They also noticed that something big has happened in town recently. Since the orders of the bergamot, members of the organization have begun packing and evacuating.
Bo Jinyan was right. The bergamot was entangled in this small town, turning it into a solitary town in the middle of the country, which further hindered the locals' communication with the outside world. If the bergamot occupied this place for a day, they would always be left behind, impoverished and closed.
They must be uprooted and eradicated.
At this moment, a figure walked from the street corner into the small building where the bergamot lived. She is in white clothes, thin and familiar, with a large medicine chest in her hand.
"It's a doctor." Zhao Kun said, "He originally said that he would come back tonight, but now he should come to heal the boss and Qin Sheng."
Both Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao were silent for a while. Bo Jinyan said, "Follow up!"
Over time, Jian Yao's mind became more and more calm. At first, she saw the shock brought by the "J", which had been replaced by calm analysis and judgment.
Luo Lang is the butterfly killer, which is beyond doubt. The "J" at the scene of Feng Yuexi's death was left by him.
And with his temperament, he will never be associated with a mask killer.
So there is only one answer--
The handwriting can be imitated, not to mention the blood characters written on the wall, and for a time they simply can't distinguish between true and false. That must be the second mask killer to disrupt their sight and mood.
Therefore, Bo Jinyan said just now that this is just a seemingly complicated but simple mystery.
However, when the three of them entered the inn, Jian Yao's heart could not help but be filled with a cold spirit. Knowing that they are getting closer and closer to the mask killer, and maybe only one step away from the final outcome.
When the three of them knocked on the door of Song Kun's study, the first thing they smelled was a faint medicinal fragrance mixed with the fragrance of tea. The window was dark, and the light inside was bright. Song Yan leaned halfway into a teacher's chair, his shirt unbuttoned and his shoulders exposed. Wen Rong stood beside him, in a less bright white coat, and lowered his head carefully to deal with the wound. Qin Sheng was sitting and waiting.
Kung Fu tea was brewed on the table, and Song Ye favored the well water. After the water is delivered every day, he always makes a pot of tea for the first time. At this moment Qin Sheng was drinking a cup of tea while filling the empty tea cup in front of Song Kun. Looking up to see them, Qin Sheng wondered, "What are you doing here? Something?"
Song Yan and Wen Rong also looked at them. Song Yan looked deep, Wen Rong smiled, and nodded gently toward them.
The three men, Jin Jinyan, sat down calmly. Zhao Kun took a cup of tea and took a sip. Bo Jinyan put his hands on his knees and smiled: "We were at the scene and saw some clues, so we came to report to the boss."
Song Yan's face eased a little later, and he waved to Wen Rong to stop first and said, "Say it." Qin Sheng got up and handed Bo Jinyan a cup of tea.
Bo Jinyan said without delay: "The door lock is good, and the window has not been damaged. The murderer is an acquaintance of Zhao Jian, that is to say, the person in our organization ..."
He told them what they had found at the scene, using plain English, one by one. During this period, Jian Yao looked up and looked at Wen Rong without any fear. He had been in the mountains one day and one night before, and his white coat was dusty and dusty, even on his waist. Inside was a cardigan and suit trousers. The exposed trouser legs were clean, and only a little bit of mud splashed on the trousers of the sneakers. The sleeves of his white coat were soaked with water stains and a little gray-green marks. Jian Yao twitched her head, only to feel that there was something extremely important, which she did not remember for a moment. She held up the tea cup in front of her and was about to take a sip, but suddenly Wen Rong, who was opposite, suddenly looked up and smiled at her. The smile seemed calm and gentle, but it made her heart numb for no reason ...
"Wife ..." Bo Jinyan suddenly pulled her hand at this moment. "What else did you find just now? Hurry up and report it to the boss!"
Jian Yao didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly. He returned to God, put down his tea cup, and froze. Seeing several other men looking at herself, her brain moved quickly, and then slowly said, "Boss, I don't think the murderer or the police is important. The important thing is that Gu An's death is very important in his mind. Privately He has a good relationship with Gu An. The uninhibited Gu An may be like his younger brother. So after learning of Gu An ’s death, he murdered so crazy. The police would not do it. If he knew Gu An was actually deceived by our joint design and killed together. He may be even more angry. "
When she said this, she looked intently at Wen Rong.
Wen Rong's eyes were calm as water.
"Um." Song Zheng nodded. "It makes a little sense." Looking at Bo Jinyan, he said, "It's a good job, you can continue to check. After I find out, I will peel off Gu An's associate. , Throw it into the river to feed the fish. "
At this moment, Zhao Kun raised the tea cup and drank again, and Bo Jinyan said, "Zhao Kun." Zhao Kun took a moment, lowered the tea cup, and Bo Jinyan smiled and said, "Thanks to Zhao Kun today, I have made those discoveries just now." Zhao Kun glanced at Song Kun, Song Kun nodded, and Zhao Kun smiled and said, "You're welcome." Looking at the tea cup in front of him, he subconsciously turned to Song Kun again.
Jian Yao looked up, the kettle murmured, and the tea in front of Song Yan had already drank at least the second bubble. Bo Jinyan sat still and didn't speak.
Song Yan is not a simple character. Suddenly, she had already noticed.
His eyes slowly moved to the teapot in front of him, silent.
Qin Sheng beside him also put down the tea cup.
Everyone was quiet. There was a very thin string in the air, tight. Even the sound of each other's breathing can be heard. But at this moment, someone suddenly laughed.
It's Wen Rong!
At this moment, four people were drawing guns at the same time. Fast and light, like the sound of a fast bird flapping its wings.
Zhao Kun and Jian Yao's guns were aimed at Wen Rong, and Qin Sheng stood beside Wen Rong, pointing the gun at his forehead.
The gun in Wen Rong's hand was aimed at Song Yuan's temple.
"Shh ..." Wen Rong said softly, "Listen to me, everything has just begun."
In the end, Song Yan was the top-ranked figure in the half-life. Under such a tense situation, he didn't panic. He was silent for a moment, and even took the tea in front of him, took another sip, and then asked Wen Rong with a smile: "What did you put in the tea? You killed Zhao Jian?"
Although he was laughing, his soothing voice was not arrogant.
But Wen Rong wasn't scared at all. He smiled and said, "Relax, boss, poison is not dead, it just allows me to do whatever I want. People kill me. As for why I do this, I ’d better ask you the opposite ... three policemen? "