Chapter 492

"But..." Luo an lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment. "She didn't kill people."

"No?" the old man looked puzzled.

"No," Luo answered confidently, "and... The real murderer did her death!"

"That's really fierce?" the old man's face sank gradually.

Luo'an's heart still hides the memory she remembered.

In the name of Anna, he told the master the details of the murderer and what Lin Qingcheng said before he died.

The old man was lost in thought.

"Such a woman..." the old man looked at Luo Anxin, "come with me."

With that, the old man stood up.

Although the old man is in his seventies.

But the body is very strong, and the crutch in his hand is only a concave decoration.

Now there was a formal, and he didn't care about his crutch. He took Luo Anxin back to his study.

Go to the study through the living room.

Huo Qinhan has just handled Huo Shaokun's scald. He just came back and is ready to talk to Luo Anxin and the old man about it.

Show your dignity as a parent.

Happened to meet two people, he hurried forward: "Dad, you know? This dead girl spilled a bowl of hot porridge on Shaokun's face, causing Shaokun's whole face to peel off."

"How hot is the porridge you drank in the morning? He's a big man. He doesn't do business all day. Did I tell you to stay away from Ann?" the old man was blocked by Huo Qinhan and suddenly became angry.

Huo Qinhan was stunned. Just now he saw the old man with a serious face and walked to the study with Luo Anxin.

He thought it was the old man who knew what was going on at the table and wanted to clean up luo'an's heart.

"Dad, it's Shaokun who has been bullied now. Even if you are eccentric to Huo Yanchen at ordinary times, now you have to be eccentric to this outsider?" Huo Qinhan quit immediately!

"Outsiders? She and Yanchen are legitimate wives! What outsiders!" the old man roared.

Huo Qinhan's temper also came up. He didn't care about Luo's peace of mind at all. He shouted back: "Huo Yanchen is not from the Huo family, of course her wife is an outsider!"

"Pa!"

As soon as Huo Qinhan's voice fell, a loud slap hit him on the cheek.

Or how to say that the old man is old and strong?

After this slap, Huo Qinhan turned around and sat on the ground.

Huo Qinhan covered his face and looked at the old man in disbelief and some panic: "Dad... Dad, i... I didn't mean that."

"If you talk nonsense again, get out of Huo's house with your broken shoes and illegitimate son!" master Huo pointed at Huo Qinhan with a crutch and his eyes were fierce, like the evil spirit Shura.

"I know." Huo Qinhan's expression looked really scared.

Luo Anxin knew early in the morning that Huo Qinhan had always doubted his life experience.

However, master Huo's attitude and Huo Qinhan's performance are a little confused.

To be honest, between father and son, which father did not say that he would delete his disheartening son from the genealogy?

Just talk.

Huo Qinhan was really afraid.

It's as if Mr. Huo said that if he made it again, he would really be driven out of the Huo family.

The old man didn't speak any more. With a gloomy face, he continued to walk towards the study.

Luo'an glanced at Huo Qinhan.

Huo Qinhan was just looking at her, and the anger and resentment in his eyes should not be too strong.

Luo Anxin: "

What's the matter with her?

In the study, the old man turned the bookshelf over from somewhere on a bookshelf. Behind the bookshelf, there was a large photo wall.

Many people's photos are framed and hung neatly with uniform styles but different sizes.

"These are?" Luo Anxin was stunned with the number of photos.

There are at least a hundred here, right?

"Some old photos are easy to become sticky when they are put in the album, so I'll just let someone hang them up. Take my reading glasses and put them on the desk."

Luo Anxin hurried over and gave the old man reading glasses.

The old man took his reading glasses and began to look on the photo wall. After a while, his sight finally settled. Then he raised his crutch and gently knocked on the photo, "take this one down for me. There is a folded ladder next to it."

Luo an obediently took off the folding ladder and took down the picture pointed by the old man.

The photo is very big. It's a group photo of many people.

Luo'an's heart swept away, and she was full of young people.

Seventeen or eighteen at most.

"In the early years, when our Huo family was prosperous, the children of other families loved to come to our house to play." the old man took the photo, gently wiped the surface, then turned it over and showed Luo Anxin his back.

It's written with a date. Luo'an has calculated it in her mind. It's almost 34 years now.

"Look, is that the black dress you said?" the old man then turned the picture over and pointed to a thin girl standing on the edge.

Luo Anxin glanced at it. Because it was a photo taken 34 years ago and there were so many people, everyone looked very small and their appearance was difficult to identify. Luo Anxin just thought this person looked familiar and didn't recognize who she was.

But the clothes she wears... Even Vintage boots

"Very similar," said Luo Anxin hurriedly.

"Then you're wrong," said the old man. "This man is Muzi Li."

"How could it be?" Luo an frowned. "And this picture has been thirty-four years. The murder happened six years ago."

"But this dress is only for Muzi Li." the old man looked at luo'an's heart. "Every time she went back to the organization, she wore it and came back. That day, it happened that the people in the manor were taking a group photo, so they caught her and took photos together. Later, she found me and asked me to find a way to get rid of her when I developed the photos."

"The clothes of the killer organization?" Luo an frowned. "But... It's really not Muzi Li, Grandpa. I can be sure that Muzi Li must not be the killer."

The old man looked reassured: "that's the people in her organization and she sent them."

Luan's heart got stuck.

Impossible. Tell her directly that Grandpa's guess is impossible.

If it were someone in the organization, Lin Qingcheng wouldn't shout such a sentence.

Obviously, that person is someone Lin Qingcheng knows.

Moreover, if Muzi Li sent someone from the organization, she wouldn't look like that after hearing what she said that day.

Therefore, Grandpa's guess is absolutely impossible.

"In short, now that people die like lights out, everything should calm down." the old man sighed, "Yanchen has been tortured all these years, and you have been left out and suffered all kinds of suffering... That's all."

"Yanchen doesn't expect this matter to end like this," Luo Anxin said.

"You told him your guess?" the old man was stunned.

"Yes." Luo an nodded.

"You child, why are you so confused!"

"Grandpa, I won't say, and Yanchen will know sooner or later." Luo Anxin said.

The old man frowned.

Luo Anxin reached out and took the picture. "I'll hang it back for you."

The old man didn't speak.

Luo'an got up and walked back with the picture. When she looked at the picture, she saw a girl standing with Muzi Li, wearing a riding suit and a bright smile.

Lin Qingcheng.

Luo'an suddenly had some ripples in her heart.

Hang the picture back.

When Luo Anxin was about to leave, she suddenly remembered the dream she had before.

The woman who, in her dream, was wrapped in darkness and had a gentle voice, always let herself eat bear cake.

Will this person also be in this group photo?

Luo an glanced at her heart.

In the photo, young men and girls account for half. On the left is Muzi Li, and on the right is her adoptive mother, Mrs. Corey. There are several beautiful girls in front of and behind. They all seem to be from the nobility.

Luo an glanced at the old man who didn't know what he was thinking.

Take out your mobile phone, take a quick picture, then get down from the ladder, fold the ladder, put it back, and then push the photo wall back.

"Grandpa, we'll take care of this. Don't worry too much." Luo anxiously walked back to the old man. Seeing the old man's thoughtful look, he squatted down and said gently.

The old man looked at her: "an an..."

"Hmm?" Luo an looked at the old man and said.

The old man stopped talking for a while, and then sighed: "take care of Yanchen's mood. His bad temper is a little scary, but you don't have to be afraid. Yanchen won't hurt you. Be more patient..."

"Don't worry, I know." luo'an nodded.

"Go and have a rest. I'm a little tired." the old man said wearily.

Although Luo an's heart is a little worried.

But he left the study obediently.

After she left, the old man got up and walked slowly to the desk. He took out a small photo album from a pile of calligraphy and painting.

Then go back to the sofa.

The cover of that album is badly worn.

At first glance, the owner often opens it.

Old hands, gently wiped on the cover.

Then he opened it slightly trembling.

The first photo is a small sketch.

The picture shows the side of a girl. The wind and clouds move, blowing her long skirt and ear length short hair.

The old man picked up the sketch.

Look at the girl in the picture.

The picture at that time suddenly appeared in front of me.

That's Huo's horse farm abroad.

He seldom goes there. He goes with his partners for recreation that day.

I happened to meet a group of celebrities racing.

It was a fine day with a warm breeze.

He and his guests were drinking tea in the teahouse. As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw a young girl standing in a dark blue skirt.

Her face was expressionless and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Standing straight, up and down, even hair seems to be full of stubbornness.