Chapter 845

"I want to go to the bathroom, and then I can't find my way home!"

Uncle Mo, like a child, attached to Mo's arms and said wrongly on his face.

Mo Zixiao called Lu shaochu and told them that the man had been found and asked them to come back quickly.

When the old man heard that he had found it, he hurried back and confirmed that he was all right.

"Lao Mo, you scared me to death!"

"Thank you for helping me find someone in cold weather. Thank you very much!"

Su Xiangwan hurriedly helped Mo Shi, smiled and said, "it's just a small matter. As long as your uncle is all right, you don't have to put your aunt in your heart!"

"Yes! It's good if people are all right. How can we say that we have been neighbors for several years? Why are we so polite?"

"Aunt Mo, there's something we want to..."

Before Lu shaochu finished, he saw Mo holding Su Xiangwan's hand and said, "I know what you want to ask. You want to ask my wife why she did this, right?"

With a slight sigh, Mo said faintly, "our old couple's life is bad. Our son left us early and asked us white haired people to send black haired people. The old guy also went to cut firewood because of his family's livelihood. He accidentally fell like this, but fortunately, God was kind to me and didn't take back my wife's life."

"Aunt, we..."

What else did the ink owl want to ask, so Lu shaochu pulled it and motioned him not to ask.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm really sorry to delay you for so long. I just made some paste cakes this afternoon. Take them back for a snack. It's no better here than outside. There's everything. You'll make do with it!"

Mohs brought a plate of paste cakes from the kitchen and handed it to Su Xiangwan.

After taking the bowl, Su Xiangwan felt something at the bottom of the bowl. He glanced at Mo's and said with a smile, "thank you, aunt. Then we're welcome!"

"Uncle Nian and I are old neighbors for many years. We don't need to be so polite!"

"Sister Mo, take good care of brother mo. let's go back first!"

"OK, then go slowly!"

Mo sent them to the door, looked at Su Xiangwan's figure, sighed in the bottom of his heart, then closed the door and walked to the room.

"Did you give her anything?"

Sitting on the bed, Mo Tian suddenly said.

Mo nodded, poured him a quilt of water, and whispered, "Lao Mo, do you think the little party understands our intentions?"

"Don't worry! She will understand!"

After so many years of fear for this information, they finally waited until she came to get it. I hope she can be like this in the future.

On the way, Su Xiangwan secretly put the note in his pocket, carried the paste cake to the kitchen, warmed it up, and then brought it out for everyone to eat.

"Shaochu, why didn't you let me ask her just now?"

"Since they don't want to talk, we don't need to keep pestering. Don't you find aunt Mo always changing the topic?"

But from Mohs words just now, it seems to know what they are looking for.

"I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room and sleep first!"

Su Xiangwan put the paste cake on the table and said to them.

Seeing that her eyebrows were all tired, she said painfully, "go to bed first! I'm sitting with the owl!"

"Good!"

"Uncle Nian, Zi Xiao, good night!"

Su Xiangwan looked sleepy and turned to her room.

As soon as he entered the room, Su Xiangwan hurriedly closed the door, took out the note from his pocket and looked at the words on it.

"Things are in your pocket. Please leave quickly tomorrow morning!"

Just a few words, including all the words, Su Xiangwan reached out and touched his pocket. She didn't know when there was a USB flash disk in the pocket.

Looking at the thing in his hand, Su Xiangwan put it away, took off his coat and went to bed.

One morning, Su Xiang got up late and made some breakfast. He was going to wake them up. He saw that they all got up.

"Good morning, come and have breakfast!"

"Early, how did you get up so early?"

The ink owl came up to her and asked, looking at the porridge and paste cakes on the table.

"I thought all night and finally remembered that my father had given me a diary before. I wanted to go back and see if I could find some clues in that diary."

"Diary? Why haven't you talked about it before?"

He filled himself with a bowl of porridge, and the ink owl asked faintly.

"It was given a long time ago. I thought about it all night before I remembered it."

She couldn't tell them that she had found what they wanted, because she had to see what was inside first.

"Since that's the case, let's go back first. It won't help to stay here all the time!"

Lu shaochu heard their conversation inside and agreed with Su Xiangwan.

"Well, you go back first. I'll keep staring here. If anything happens, I'll inform you!"

"OK, that's it. We'll start after breakfast!"

After breakfast, several people were about to leave when they saw a group of men coming not far away, led by a young man.

"Ding Cai, why did you bring so many people to my house early in the morning?"

When the old man saw that the battle was wrong, the expression on his face became more and more ugly.

The man called Ding Cai snorted coldly and said, "Uncle Nian, how can you say that you have lived in our Bailin stronghold for so many years, why don't you always regard it as your home now“

"What do you mean? Don't think you can do whatever you want because your uncle is the stronghold leader. Be careful that he will have good fruit after he knows!"

When Ding Cai heard the old man's words, he was not moved at all. Instead, he walked up to him and said coldly, "do you think my uncle will believe what you said? You killed Alan and are going to leave now. If I weren't smart, I would really let you slip away!"

"What do you mean?"

The ink owl came to Ding CAI and said coldly.

"Miss Alan of Hongshi stronghold was killed last night. We checked it. Miss Alan talked with you for a long time last night. From the witnesses, you didn't seem to have a pleasant conversation at that time!"

Ding Cai, an older man around him, said.

Mo Zixiao raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "then what? Do you suspect that we killed this woman named Alan?"

The older man saw that the ink owl exuded terrible coldness and said, "anyway, you are suspected of this matter now. We hope you can cooperate!"

"Is this what you call cooperation?"

Pointing to the villagers with sticks behind him, Mo Zixiao's eyes were full of cold.

After listening for a long time, Lu shaochu said calmly, "who is Alan?"