"There has always been a connection between social workers and the moon," Mubolun explained.

Blue ink yan closed his eyes and fell silent.
Mubolun knew that he was straightening out his thoughts and didn’t bother him. He made a cup of coffee alone and drank it slowly.
Suddenly, Qing Mo Yan opened his eyes. "You check who is the teacher of Yin and Yang who entered the world, and who works in Tuoyu Real Estate Co., Ltd."
Mubolun put his coffee cup in his head skillfully.
Twenty minutes later, MuBolun suddenly gasped.
"I have a bad feeling."
"Go ahead." Qing Mo Yan leaned back on the back of the chair and her eyes shone brightly.
"In the past twenty years, nearly half of the Yin and Yang teachers who joined Tiandang Xiyue have worked in Tuoyu Real Estate Co., Ltd."
"What do you mean … once"
Mu Bolun turned his head and his eyes shone with the same light. "Half of these people are missing and the other part has passed away."
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It’s very quiet in the room, and the dark bars are alternately thrown out of the window to reflect the roof of the shed.
Green ink Yan MuBolun eye contact.
"The other part … is all dead?"
"yes"
"How to die"
MuBolun fiddled with his brain for a while. "It’s very important to block the news. It’s hard for me to find it if it’s not because the Mu family is powerful …"
After ten minutes, Mubolun stopped doing exercises.
"I can find a small part," he stared at the screen, "all of which died when accepting the commission."
"That is to say, they were killed by monsters." Green ink Yan narrowed his eyes.
"On the surface, it looks like this."
"I remember that RuYizhou died shortly after he came back from illness when he was entrusted," MuBolun suddenly said.
"That’s what the little girl said," said Qing Mo Yan Shen. "What are you trying to say?"
"According to the clue I just found, RuYizhou was finally entrusted by a real estate company, and Tuoyu Real Estate Co., Ltd. is behind this company."
Qing Mo Yan’s fingers crossed, and the fundus Guanghua was sharp. "Ru Yizhou is not sick."
"You guessed it long ago?" Mubolun asked
Blue ink yan didn’t answer each other this question.
He didn’t guess, but in the night Xia Guoru incarnated Ruyuan, a state, and the old man told him.
But what puzzled him was that the old man said that he had died unexpectedly, but he refused to tell him what happened.
Just then the bodyguard outside the door spoke in a low voice.
"Miss Ru … Master is not convenient to see guests."
Then the door sounded in the corridor.
MuBolun took a look at the blue ink yan.
Green ink Yan got up and went out, and two bodyguards looked uneasy.
"What is it?" Mubolun followed.
"It’s Miss Ru …" The bodyguard whispered, "I just came out barefoot and eavesdropped outside the master’s door …"
MuBolun sighed. "I knew how she could let you out so honestly."
Blue ink yan pursed her lips.
She went to bed when he left just now.
Which means she’s pretending to sleep
"I’ll go back first." When Qing Mo Yan returned to her room and knocked on the door, she heard a faint sound coming from the back room.
"Little girl?" Blue ink Yan called
The back room sound disappeared.
Green ink Yan went into the back room to see the bed and touched the quilt. It was cold.
"Little Nan" he called again.
He pulled the sanitary door and saw that the toilet lid was buckled and supported a chair, which almost crushed the lid.
Conveniently, I saw a big hole in the roof vent …
Blue ink yan corners of the mouth take a smoke.
"Little girl"
In the vent, cable slowly leaned out half of his head and rubbed his head with ash. His big eyes blinked in the dark.
"Come on!" Blue ink yan crush anger in my heart.
There is a weak sound in the "no-come" ventilation
Qing Mo Yan took a deep breath and told himself that it was nothing and he had to get used to it.
"What are you doing in there?" He advised softly.
RuXiaoNan hesitated to stick out half of his head. "You will be angry if I don’t come."
Green ink Yan clenched his fist but failed to vent his anger in his heart.
Even if he hits the tile wall now, he will drill a big hole in it.
There are enough troubles, and he doesn’t want to escalate them.
"I’m not angry that you came." He must keep a pleasant face, or if she really refuses to come, he can break through the roof and drag her out.
But then they can’t talk well.