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Vera is a clone?! Or a secret as like as two peas.

Before her death, there was a reasonable explanation for her rigid body and indirect amnesia, but Ling Mo still couldn't believe it. Who knows that a living friend around her is actually made, and can't keep calm?

But Ling Mo is still very receptive. Since the elder has said that, there should be no fake. Now it's Su Qing's reaction to the news that she is very sorry for Vera's death

Shaking his head, Ling Mo put these thoughts in his mind aside. I'll think about them when I go back. Now I'm still staring at the elder honestly to see if I can find anything.

This study is empty and spacious, now there is no sound, and it is quiet and frightening. Of course, the people here don't include Ling mo. after all, he is not human. In the face of the dead study, he just frowned and thought about the reason why the elder was suddenly quiet. Did he find himself?

No. Ling Mo looks at the elder's every move through the bookcase, trying to find out the reason why he is quiet.

But I saw the elder sitting idly on the leather chair, holding the photo he had just seen. He looked indistinct, but I could still see that he was very relaxed and unprepared by his posture. Ling Mo breathed a sigh of relief, although he was not afraid of being found, but after all, more is better than less.

But Ling Mo's question is because the elder's action is more and more. Why is the elder hiding these photos secretly in the music box? Will you look at these photos with such a complicated look?

Although there are more and more questions, Ling Mo has a notice in his heart to tell him that the things he cares about have something to do with the elder, and this night's detective will make him return with a full load.

Also think of staying at Home Su Qing, soft heart in a mess. His little woman is waiting for him to come home. She is so good-looking, fair skin, cheerful personality, her smile will let everyone see infected, like a little sun. At the moment, she must still be at home waiting for her to go back?

That silly woman, it's like she can do it. Silly, let him heartache, so even for her, he also want to solve the mystery of her idea life experience, also want to get Ling Mian back, a reunion.

On the other hand, Su Qing, who is in the heart of Ling Mo, just as he thought, is waiting for her to come back.

Originally used to sit on the chair is not sitting, anxiously in the door, full of wishful thinking: Why did not he come back? It's almost time, isn't it? Is something wrong with him? The more she thought about it, the more upset she was and the more anxious she was. After all, Su Qing is just an ordinary little woman, an ordinary woman who worries about her lover without reason.

It's cool, but it makes Su Qing sweat. Wei, who came out for a walk, saw that she was in such a state that she left in no hurry, lying lazily on the doorframe like a mollusk without bones.

In other people's work, he may be a special loser, but when he's lying down like this, he makes people feel noble and handsome for no reason. If there were other women here, he would have been fascinated by five fans and three fans.

But Su Qing is not an ordinary woman, even if it is, Ling Mo Chang is much more handsome than Wei. After seeing more handsome, there is no epidemic prevention. So she will see Wei like this. She just mumbles in her heart, which is pretty good-looking. Her heart is like water, and there is no fluctuation at all.

After thinking about it, Su Qing said, "Why are you here? Don't you say you want to go for a walk?"

Wei posture did not change, just pick eyebrows: "even if I take a walk, I have to go out from home first, but I just went out and saw you standing at the door like a Wangfu stone. It's good that I didn't get sick at night."

Su Qing's face turned red when he said this. She looked like a tomato and waved her hand in embarrassment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Come on, what do you do? Don't I know you? Are you worried about Ling Mo, so stand at the door and wait for him to come back? " Wei stirred up an evil smile and asked him uninhibited, but his tone was very firm.

Su Qing's mind was guessed by him, and her little face became more red, as if she was going to be cooked, but she still nodded stubbornly: "well, I'm a little worried about him, because it's really late now..."

Before she finished, she was interrupted by Wei Yi: "stop, stop, I don't want to know you little nines."

Wei looked at Su Qing's changeable little face and knew what she was thinking. He said with a smile: "you don't have to worry. If Ling Mo didn't even have this ability, he would not exist in this world, and I wouldn't follow him. So, there's no need for you to wait here and go back to have a good rest. Do you understand? "

Finish saying, he also no matter Su Qing facial expression such as reaction how, turn round to walk, Su Qing looking at his back, silent.

Here, he is still carefully staring at the elder's every move to analyze what it means. No matter how strong he is, his legs are a little sore after staring for half an hour, but he still gets nothing.The elder kept that dazed posture all the time. Just when he thought about whether he was destined to get nothing today, he quietly left, but he moved.

He put the stack of photos gently, but there was no expression on his face. After putting the photos away, he stood up and walked towards Ling mo.

Just when Ling Mo was nervous and wondered if he had been found and what to do, the elder stopped a long distance away from the bookshelf.

But there is nothing there, only an empty white wall, Ling Mo can't help but guess the big elder's intention. But at that time, the elder gently pressed on the wall. I don't know which mechanism he met. The original wall slowly opened, revealing a faint yellow path. The elder looked around for a moment, and walked in.

Ling Mo's whole heart is shocked by the elder's move. What kind of thing should we do to design a secret way so secretly?

There are more and more questions, but Ling Mo's head has not been affected, and he is still rational to give advice for him. After a while, he felt that it was almost done. He learned from the elder just now, opened the mechanism and went in.

The dark path is narrow and dark. Although there are white candles on both sides, it's useless. The path is still dark. A bad person can't see the road at all. But the vampire has always been very good at night vision, so ling Mo is not affected. He follows the elder in front of him lightly.

Soon, the elder stopped and stopped in front of a bright glass house. The bright room didn't match the dark dark road. He could see a lot of people.

Why are so many people in this room? And still not moving? Ling Mo didn't understand, but he was more careful.

Afraid of being found too close to the elder, Ling Mo doesn't follow the elder into the glass room, but chooses to hide in the dark and observe the situation.

The dark secret way makes Ling Mo in black perfectly integrate with it, so the elder who is usually very suspicious walks into the glass house without feeling anything unusual.

Seeing the elder relax his vigilance, Ling Mocai secretly follows his steps into the glass house, finds a place that is not easy to find and hides, and then begins to observe this rather strange glass house in a real sense.

It's not bad, but Ling Mo is startled. There are many "people" in this room. It's said that people are a little reluctant, because they don't move and have no expression on their faces, just like a robot

Wait, robot? Ling Mo had some guesses in his heart. But these are not the most surprising things for him. What makes him flustered is that they look the same as those photos they found before, that is to say, they look similar to Suqing villa.

All the doubts are back to the original place after a round, and these can only be explained by another person on the field at the moment.

At this time, where does the elder know that the wall has ears? He focuses all his attention on his clone. Even if Ling Mo accidentally sends out some news at this time, he probably can't find it, let alone nothing.