Just when Yao Ze was hesitant to be a vulgar pervert, the phone suddenly rang, which scared him. He quickly left Ruan Keren's bedroom and took out the phone. Seeing that it was Nalan Bingxuan, Yao Ze answered with a smile and said, "Bingxuan, thank you for your help just now."

"Bingxuan?" Nalan Bingxuan was slightly stunned, and then said unhappy: "No need to thank me, we don't owe each other anymore. You should call me my full name in the future."

Yao Ze smiled angrily and said, "As long, I remember."

"It's okay, goodbye." Nalan Bingxuan hung up the phone. Yao Ze smiled bitterly as he heard the beeping voice inside the phone. He hung up again without saying anything. What's this?

After receiving Nalan Bingxuan's call, Yao Ze lost his mind and returned to Ruan Keren's room to get cheaper, so he picked up the suit jacket thrown on the sofa and left Ruan Keren's home.

Nalan Bingxuan rushed to Tianjin overnight just to make sure something happened. At that time, Nalan De's subordinate Chen Zhongming was ordered to send Nalan Bingxuan to the Lin family and visit the Lin family. He witnessed the tragedy of Lin Jiyang being pushed down from the second floor by his second uncle. At that time, Nalan Bingxuan was too young and could not notice many details, so he still had no idea about what happened at the time. She couldn't figure out how Lin Jiyang's second uncle could harm Lin Jiyang.

She went to Nalande in the afternoon and learned from Nalande whereabouts. He settled in Tianjin, married his wife and gave birth to a son. His son is now seventeen or eighteen years old. If he found Chen Zhongming, he might know many unknown things. Thinking of this, Nalande Bingxuan drove to Tianjin without delay.

After getting off the highway, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Nalan Bingxuan did not rush to find Chen Zhongming. He stayed in a hotel in Tianjin, planning to go to Chen Zhongming's house to block him early tomorrow morning.

Twenty years ago, after Chen Zhongming sent Nalan Bingxuan back to the Nalan family from the Lin family, he disappeared completely within a few days and gave up the rank of major. He disappeared from everyone's sight as if the world had evaporated. Nalan Bingxuan recalled the guess at this time. Maybe Chen Zhongming had to secretly choose to escape because he knew some secret of the Lin family, for fear of being persecuted by the Lin family.

Not long after Nalan Bing ran off the expressway, a car with a Yanjing license plate also drove out of the expressway and appeared on the ground in Tianjin. In the driving position, a man in a black windbreaker with an extremely cold face was sitting. The car drove into Tianjin. The man slowed down the car and then took out his mobile phone to dial a number.

When the phone was connected, a low voice came from the other end: "Have you arrived in Tianjin?"

"Yes, what should I do next?" the man asked in a cold voice.

The other end of the phone ordered: "Kill Chen Zhongming in front of Nalan Bingxuan. You must not let him live. Only when he dies can everything be calm." The man sighed on the phone and said to himself: "I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and spared his life twenty years ago. Letting him live for twenty years is considered to be profitable. Now that I have descendants, I am right to him."

"I understand." The man agreed, hung up the phone, and the car speed rushed again, and instantly disappeared into the streets of Tianjin late at night.

Huafeng Road, a residential area, it was quiet late at night, and even the sound of the wind blowing leaves could be heard. Occasionally, one or two puppies were heard from a certain floor, and a black figure appeared in the aisle of a building without warning and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

The man in black skillfully pried open the security door outside and walked into Chen Zhongming's bedroom lightly. In the darkness, he held a dagger and approached Chen Zhongming step by step...

In the early morning, Nalan Bingxuan got up very early. When he found Chen Zhongming's residence according to the address given to her by Naland, several police cars were parked under the corridor. Nalan Bingxuan parked the car and walked down with a frown. He felt a vague premonition in his heart.

"Old man, what's going on here?" Nalan Bingxuan walked to the onlookers, found an old man, and asked.

The old man sighed, "The thief has entered the house of the 304th household, and the head of the household was murdered by the thief. Alas, this is the world!" The old man couldn't help but shake his head, and his face was filled with helplessness.

Nalan Bingxuan's face changed and he quickly asked, "Old man, what's the name of the resident?"

"This is not very clear." The old man shook his head and said, "It seems that his surname is Chen."

Nalan Bingxuan's face changed drastically. He squeezed to the front of the crowd. When he was about to rush in, he was stopped by two policemen, "What are you doing? This place is blocked now, and you are not allowed to go in." A policeman looked at Nalan Bingxuan with a serious expression. Seeing Nalan Bingxuan's appearance, he was slightly stunned and could not help but be attracted by Nalan Bingxuan's beauty.

Nalan Bingxuan pushed away the arms of the two of them with a cold face, then took out his cell phone, and dialed the phone to Nalande.

Naland answered the phone and was surprised to learn that Chen Zhongming was killed. He said, "How could this happen? This must be a conspiracy. Why did you go to find Chen Zhongming? Chen Zhongming was suddenly killed? Someone must be someone who doesn't want you to be worth something, so he silenced Chen Zhongming." Naland analyzed on the phone.

Nalan Bingxuan asked in a dull voice: "How do you know that Chen Zhongming lives in Tianjin?"

Naland explained: "Chen Zhongming has been with me for four or five years. I know that his ancestral home is in Tianjin. Since he has left, he might have returned to his hometown. Last time, because of Lin Jiyang's incident, I specifically investigated Chen Zhongming, started looking for it from his hometown, and used a lot of connections to find his specific address the day before yesterday, and his name was changed to Chen Huangde."

"Did the news leak when you looked for Chen Zhongming?" Nalan Bingxuan continued to ask.

Naland thought for a moment and said, "It may be that there is this factor in it, otherwise the perpetrator would not have been able to kill Chen Zhongming in front of you. It seems that the news was leaked from me. Don't worry about this matter. I will investigate the matter secretly. I know that there are only four or five people who have found Chen Zhongming. I will catch this person. Come back quickly. Now things are getting more and more complicated. If you continue to investigate, you may even fall into a dangerous situation."

Nalan Bingxuan's beautiful pretty face turned cold and said in a cold voice: "I'm not afraid. I must find the murderer. I will not stop until I find Lin Jiyang."

Naland suddenly said: "You may gain something when you go to see Chen Zhongming's wife..."

With the help of Naland, the director of the Huafeng Road Branch of Tianjin called specially, and the police car guarding outside gave way to Nalan Bingxuan.

Under the leadership of the police, Nalan Bingxuan arrived at Chen Zhongming's home. Two policemen had just finished recordings for Chen Zhongming's wife. Nalan Bingxuan walked in, and one of them asked, "What are you doing?"

The policeman who brought Nalan Bingxuan up came to another policeman and muttered softly. Nalan Bingxuan didn't care what the two said, and said directly: "I want to talk to her alone."

The policeman who brought her up nodded and said to Chen Zhongming's wife: "If you have any clues, let us know, and the transcript will be done here for the time being."

After the police left, Chen Zhongming's wife looked at Nalan Bingxuan with tears in her eyes and looked haggardly at her and asked, "Miss, what are you looking for me?"

Nalan Bingxuan took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Chen Zhongming's wife, and then asked softly: "Do you know what happened to your husband before? What happened before marriage."

Chen Zhongming's wife took the paper handed to her by Nalan Bingxuan, wiped her tears, and said choked: "I just know that I have been a soldier before." She looked at Nalan Bingxuan with some vigilance and asked: "Who are you? Why did you come to my house to ask these inexplicable questions?"

Nalan Bingxuan looked at the heartbroken woman without any expression, and did not answer the question she asked, and said in a plain voice: "Chen Huangde's real name was Chen Zhongming twenty years ago. He was the major of the Yanjing Military Region. He was my father's old subordinate." As she said that, she took out a yellowed photo and handed it to Chen Zhongming's wife.

Chen Zhongming's wife took the photo, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, her expression calmed down a little. She touched Chen Zhongming's cheek when she was young, and tears fell down on the photo. She looked up and said, "Huang De had never mentioned anything about the past to me. Can this photo be given to me?"

"Of course." Nalan Bingxuan nodded.

"Thank you." Chen Zhongming's wife wiped away the tears from the photo with her hands, then stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water."

"No need." Nalan Bingxuan sat down beside Chen Zhongming's wife, and then said, "Don't you really think your husband was killed by a thief, do you?"

"Isn't it?" Chen Zhongming's wife showed surprise and a terrified expression.

Nalan Bingxuan said affirmatively: "If I guessed right, he was silenced by few people. You don't know many things. Twenty years ago, he might have mastered some secrets of big men. He was afraid of being persecuted, so he gave up the rank of major and sneaked back to Tianjin. He didn't expect that twenty years later..." Nalan Bingxuan thought that if he didn't investigate this matter, maybe Chen Zhongming wouldn't die, and he felt a little guilty.

"Is my husband murdered? This..." Chen Zhongming's wife immediately stood up from the sofa.

Nalan Bingxuan asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to react to the police and must bring the murderer to justice." Chen Zhongming's wife said indignantly to Nalan Bing.

Nalan Bingxuan sneered and said, "Do you think those people can deal with the police? If you don't want to kill yourself and your son, just pretend you don't know anything. I will help you investigate this matter clearly and avenge your husband."

"Why are you helping me?" Chen Zhongming's wife calmed down, sat back, and asked Nalan Bingxuan.

"Because I need to find clues about the murderer from your husband, he really didn't tell you a little about the past?"

Chen Zhongming's wife shook her head and said, "I really haven't mentioned it. As you said, since he risked his life to escape, he naturally didn't want to mention the past, so how could he tell me?"

Nalan Bingxuan frowned slightly and reminded: "Does he have the habit of writing a diary?"

These words reminded Chen Zhongming's wife. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately hid her expression, shook her head with a sad look, and said, "No, he didn't have the habit of writing a diary during his lifetime."

Chen Zhongming's wife's expression just now did not escape Nalan Bingxuan's eyes. Nalan Bingxuan looked at Chen Zhongming's wife with deep meaning and reminded: "I hope you are telling the truth, otherwise you will be very dangerous. Twenty years ago, I called your husband as my uncle, not a bad person, I hope you can believe me." Nalan Bingxuan could guess Chen Zhongming's wife's worries at this time. Her husband's death was strange. It cannot be ruled out that she was not the murderer of his husband. It is normal to conceal something. However, Nalan Bingxuan could also infer from Chen Zhongming's wife's expression just now that Chen Zhongming must have left something behind during his lifetime.
Chapter completed!