"You all see what I do."

Su Dawei's face turned dark: "Although my father's name is Su Sanro, it has nothing to do with the Ono family."

It would be fine if he didn't say it. After saying this, Su Qingjie and Yuchi Baolin didn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Japanese people like Shiro Ono couldn't help but look at each other, not understanding what these bad guys were laughing at. However, the tense atmosphere in the past was much better.

"Several adults, come to our club so late, what's wrong?"

Shiro Ono asked with a confused look on his face.

Su Dawei cleared his throat and said, "This, the owner of Ono Pavilion."

"Oh, you can call me Tangren's name, Su Shiro." Ono Shiro kindly reminded.

“No need.”

Su Dawei glanced at Su Qingjie and Yuchi Baolin, and saw that the two of them were holding the shoulders of other bad people with little loyalty, rubbing their stomachs, and their shoulders were constantly twitching.

Damn, these two evil thieves.

Su Dawei cursed in his heart and said to Ono Shiro: "We are here to investigate a case. Please ask the owner of Ono Museum to cooperate."

"What case is it?"

"Last year on the Lantern Festival, someone kidnapped several children. Did the owner hear that?"

"Do you suspect that our Japanese Association has hidden children?"

Shiro Ono's expression froze, then looked up and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I'm sure you guessed it right."

"oh."

Su Dawei nodded, suddenly reacted, pressed his waist knife with his hand and said sternly: "What did you say?"

"I said, we really have two children here."

Su Silang said proudly: "If you want to meet, I can take you...Baga, what are you doing?"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw Su Dawei and Su Qingjie, Yuchi Baolin, a group of bad people and Jinwu Guards pulled out the Tang sword and gestured to him.

The cold murderous intent scared his hair so much that he stood up.

......

How to say it in an old saying?

It takes no effort to find any place to find the iron shoes.

The owner of the Japanese Association was so stupid that he admitted that he had tied up his child.

The case of hijacking young children was solved within one day.

Finally, I can explain something to the above.

In the chaos, the Japanese samurai in the Tokyo Guild drew their swords one after another, trying to snatch Shiro Ono back, but Shiro Ono shouted to stop him.

Shiro Ono was hit by more than a dozen knives and could not move.

But there was no panic on his face, but he shouted in a stiff Tang language: "There must be some misunderstandings in this. It's not as you imagined that we did not rob the children."

"No? You just admitted it in person, and you want to revise your confession so soon?" Su Qingjie sneered.

"When did I admit to robbing the child? I just said I have children here."

Shiro Ono's face turned red and he shouted at them: "I'll take you to see, I'll take you to see!"

"Leading the way forward."

Su Dawei shouted in a deep voice.

After drinking, more than a dozen Japanese samurai who wanted to keep up, Su Dawei and Su Qingjie, Yuchi Baolin and three others rushed Ono Shiro to the guild hall.

Half of the bad guys and Jinwu Guards brought him to the back guards, while the other half guarded at the entrance of the guild hall.

The military achievements of the Tang Dynasty were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even ordinary bad people had some concepts of marching and fighting, and knew the importance of guarding the entrance passage.

Although the Japanese samurai were so angry that they bit their teeth, they were worried about Shiro Ono and did not dare to act rashly, so they could only stare at them from afar.

They all looked fierce, like hungry wolves.

Su Dawei suspected that if Shiro Ono was not in hand, these Japanese people would have been rushing up long ago.

The venue is quite large. You can cross a courtyard, pass through a long corridor, and come to an independent courtyard.

Shiro Ono looked at the Tang Dao aimed at his neck with some disgust, stretched out his index finger, put it on the back of the knife, and pushed the knife away: "The person you are looking for is here."

Su Dawei thought about it, put the horizontal knife in the sheath with his backhand, and made another gesture to him: "Take us here."

"Hagayaru." Shiro Ono cursed, lowered his head and walked up angrily, knocking in front of a room: "Master."

Mage?

There is a monk living here?

What does monks have to do with missing children?

Su Dawei was secretly surprised.

After a stop, a tender voice suddenly came from the house: "Who is it?"

Shiro Ono said: "It's me, the owner of Ono Pavilion. There are several bad people from the Tang Dynasty who said they were going to find the missing child, the mage, who was a missing child in Yuan Ye. Can they meet?"

"Bad person?"

The tender voice sounded again, and then it fell silent.

After a long time, when Su Qingjie and Yuchi Baolin were about to get upset, the voice rang again: "Let them send someone in, only one, not too many."

Shiro Ono nodded, turned to Su Dawei and the others and said, "You have heard the mage's words, and you can decide who will go in."

"Who is here?" Su Qingjie couldn't help asking.

"It's the person you're looking for."

Shiro Ono said with a stern face: "Who you go to see the mage, decide quickly."

"Master? Why is the voice of the man inside so young? How big is this mage?" asked Yuchi Baolin.

"Don't worry about these, you decided not to go in, who will go in?" Shiro Ono urged anxiously.

Well?

Su Dawei and Su Qingjie met, then looked at Yuchi Baolin.

Who will go in and who will stay?

"Let's do it, let's play the game, and the winner will come in, and the old man will be fine."

Su Dawei coughed.

"Fighting?" Su Qingjie was stunned for a moment: "Is it the same as the wine order?"

"It's almost the same, the rules are simpler. My punching method is called stone scissors, and it's the exact way..."

Su Dawei explained the rules in a few words, then pulled up Yuchi Baolin, who was listening with relish.

"Stone scissors cloth."

"No victory or defeat, no victory or defeat."

"Come again."

After several rounds, as the final winner, Su Dawei stood in front of the cottage.

Later, Su Qingjie and Yuchi Baolin, who had just played with the smell, were still trying to beat the stone scissors and cloth. The other bad people looked fresh and secretly remembered this method of punching in their hearts.

"Master, this is Su Dawei, the bad coach of Chang'an County, I brought him."

"Let him come in alone, and the rest are outside the door."

A sound came from inside.

Shiro Ono nodded, stood sideways by the door, signaling Su Dawei to go in.

Su Dawei pressed his hands on the wooden door, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Who is this mage?

Listening to his voice, he was like a boy.

It feels so weird.

The monk in the Tokyo Guild Hall should be one of those monks?

Is there really a child in the room who was robbed on Shangyuan Ye?

As things came to an end, Su Dawei suddenly felt that his hands seemed to be heavy.

"Why haven't the guests come in yet?"

A sound came from behind the door.

Su Dawei gritted his teeth secretly and exhaled his strength with both hands.

With a loud bang, the door opened.

There was no light in the room, and it was filled with darkness.

Only when a little star and moon light outside and throws through the gate can you barely see the things inside.

Su Dawei widened his eyes and saw a young novice monk sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands together.

Seeing himself, his face slightly raised, and a clear and weird light flashed in his eyes.

This little novice monk is not simple.

Su Dawei's pupils shrank slightly, and a thought passed through his mind as if lightning flashed.

Then, he stepped in with the inquiring eyes of countless people behind him, and at the gesture of the little novice monk, he brought the door with his backhand.

"Are you a bad person?"

The little novice smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Let me guess, are you a bad person from Chang'an County or Wannian County? Well, it should be Chang'an County. So, are your surname Su or Chen?"

"Little wizard, this is not the time to talk about these things."

Su Dawei's gaze moved from him to the back.

There, there is an old mahogany bed.

A child lying on his side facing the door with his back to the door.

The little novice monk was a chattering chatter: "I see your age, you should be a bad person in Chang'an County. Su Dawei undoubtedly said that the boy was robbed last night, and it's only one day to find out here. It shows that you are meticulous in logic and have some means."

Su Dawei didn't like this feeling of being guessed, let alone the little novice monk in front of him who looked like he was only five or six years old.

It feels awkward to be spoken by such a young child in this tone.

He took a deep breath, and before he could continue talking, he spoke, "I'll guess too. If I'm not wrong, you are the missing little monk from Dacien Temple, Ming Chongyan."

When he said this, the little shaman's voice, who was still talking, suddenly stopped.

A pair of glittering eyes stared firmly at Su Dawei's face.

After a moment, the little shakimi smiled slightly and showed the dimples on one cheek: "You guessed it right, here is Ming Chongyan."

Su Dawei didn't say anything, but just cursed the monster in his heart.

In the afternoon, the report of the case in Dacien Temple showed that when Chongyan was missing, Su Dawei had read the information of the other party. This doll was only five years old.

He can actually keep up with his own ideas and rhythm, talk with him, and he also vaguely wants to take over the topic and dominate the topic.

To put it in a word, this guy is so wise and close to the demon!

Not to mention five years old, many people cannot say these words from Ming Chongyan at the age of fifteen or twenty-five.

Su Dawei was silent, and thought of many things in his mind for a moment, and many questions arose.

How did this child come out of Dacien Temple?

And why is it in the Tokyo Guild Hall?

What exactly is there in the middle that I don’t know?

Finally, most importantly, who is the child lying in the house?

Ming Chongyan happened to be at this moment, and raised his head and smiled: "If you can guess the identity of the child in the house, I can tell a story for you."

"What if I guess wrong?"

"If you guessed wrong, please come back."

"Why?"

Su Dawei looked confused.

But Ming Chongyan shook the white monk's robe. Although he was small and short, he still solemnly put his hands together and said with great pretentiousness: "Because I don't like talking to stupid people."

Your sister!

Su Dawei cursed in his heart. If he hadn't been concerned about the other party's young age, he would have cursed him long ago.

This genius boy, no, boy, gave birth to a smart head, but was full of thoughts of fighting wits.
Chapter completed!