The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 549 Fatal live broadcast (11)

  Sang Jian just made a fuss, then continued to walk out without saying anything.

   At this time, the sun outside has completely set, and a few stars are twinkling in the night sky.

  Sang Jian took off his mask and took a few breaths of fresh air.

   The smell of weeds is everywhere in the yard, but it's better than the smell of dust and mold in the house.

  Sang Jian returned to the living room of the main building just now.

  I didn’t use a flashlight to illuminate it before, and with the weak light, I couldn’t see anything clearly.

  This time, Sang Jian took a flashlight and looked around at the furnishings in the living room.

  As soon as you enter the living room, there is a huge family portrait hanging on the wall on the left. It has been placed for too long and it is blurry for people to see clearly.

  Sang Jian put on the mask again, "Finally found a photo."

  There are no photos at Xiaoyanglou, so I really can’t find any other extra clues.

  Sang Jian approached and carefully looked at the huge photo on the wall.

   It’s okay if you don’t go over to take a look, but when you get closer, you find that the face on this photo has been painted over by someone with a black pen.

  There are more than 30 people in the photo, and none of them has a complete face.

  Sang Jian: "..." I looked lonely.

   Fortunately, they can tell their position in the manor from the position of the photo.

   The person standing in the C position is naturally the owner of Leman Manor, the owner who is suing a certain official.

   On the left and right sides of him, judging from his figure, stood two graceful women, who should be his wife.

   Immediately after that are the children born to the two wives and the daughter-in-law and son-in-law. Many of the children are still holding babies in their hands.

   What attracted Sang Jian's attention was one of the babies, holding a doll in his arms, which seemed to be stuffed in his arms by his parents to coax him.

  In this way, the person who lived in the small western-style building just now twenty years ago is really a child.

   After all, he has parents who have cultivated him to like dolls since he was a child.

   Is it possible that the child is not dead?

   So back again?

   And deliberately gathered them together and killed them one by one?

  If this is the case, it will be different from the plot given by Yiyuan.

  Yuan said that the five of them were killing each other.

  And what if...the kid was among them?

  The age is wrong again.

  Looking at the clothes in the small western building, the child is no more than ten years old, and now more than twenty years have passed, even if he is still alive, he is in his thirties now.

  The people in them are all young, and no one is over thirty.

  Sang saw a man standing in front of the family portrait silently analyzing.

  Yan Xiu next to her glanced at her from time to time, wondering when she would speak.

   After waiting for a long time, Sang Jian didn't even have the intention to speak.

   She really wasn't going to share her analysis with him?

  Yan Xiu frowned and pursed his lips, wondering what he was thinking.

  After a while, I still couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

  Sang Jian took the time to glance at him, "I'm thinking about something!"

   "You..." Yan Xiu moved his lips.

  Sang Jian tilted his head and approached Yan Xiu, "Want to copy the answer?"

   "No." Yan Xiu turned his head to one side and quickly denied it.

  Sang Jian's tone was a bit unbelievable, "You look smart, can't you analyze it yourself?"

   "..." Is it possible to tell whether a person is smart or not by appearance?

   Before Yan Xiu could speak, Sang Jian raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "Cooperation, sister will take you to complete this task!"

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   Two chapters were updated during the day, so today is gone.

  Good night.

  (end of this chapter)