The floor where Wang Lang lives is basically on the top floor, so you can hear some sounds upstairs below.

Yu Xiaomei pricked her ears and listened to the words above.

The roof.

The wind and snow are still there.

The cold air and smoke came out of Wang Lang's mouth, pulling out a long white mist, and a lot of snowflakes fell on his shoulders.

There was a handsome uncle standing in front of him. The uncle was 1.75 meters tall, not very tall, with a well-proportioned figure, wearing a black top hat, a black windbreaker, and a white scarf. He looked like a leader from the beach many years ago. He wore round sunglasses and his beard was neatly trimmed, and his whole person looked very delicate and gentlemanly.

There is a watch hanging on your wrist. Anyone who knows the goods knows that this is the last watch designed by a late Swiss designer before his death. It is a collector's version of the world. A watch was auctioned for tens of millions of dollars that year.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was silent to the peak.

Wang Lang held a cigarette with his fingers, and the cigarette butts lit up and died.

After a long time, Wang Lang put out the cigarette butts and threw it on the ground. The cigarette butts were buried in the snow. He asked in Japanese, "Is the clue really broken?"

The handsome uncle nodded, "I have been searching for a whole year. Every time I want to find any clue, the clues are broken when I go. After searching for a year, as long as I find any clues, people related to the clues will be assassinated, or die in various accidents, or they will disappear and their families will not let go.

I have traveled all seven continents, and I have searched any clues. Two months ago, when I was finally about to find the truth, the clues were broken again and the person died. You know who the dead person is. You know that killing method."

Wang Lang lit a cigarette again and looked at the horizon, "What do you mean is an insider inside the sting?"

The handsome uncle didn't continue speaking, but turned his head to look at the horizon.

The two of them were silent for a long time again, "Wang, I know I have always wanted to avenge Ye Zi, but you also need to know that the publisher of the God-Slaying Mission is the L family. You had a relationship with the L family before the God-Slaying Mission. The L family also threw an olive branch to the Hidden Thorn, but you rejected it at that time. Wang, rejection is just your wishful thinking, but think about it, are the other members of the Hidden Thorn really unwilling to serve the Hdden Thorn? By working for the Hdden Thorn, you can get countless wealth, how much money is needed for the Hdden Thorn, do you look down on others and still don't like it?"

Wang Lang smiled, "My brother, I know best. There is no doubt that everyone who enters the thorn believes in freedom, and no one will become someone else's hawk."

The handsome uncle smiled and looked at the horizon.

"I asked you to check the younger brother of Tamaho of Long Valley, have you checked?" Wang Lang asked again,

The handsome uncle nodded, "I checked it, I died, and I was miserable. I thought it was a suicide by septum, but if I carefully observed it, I could find clues from it. A very special poison could be extracted from his hair, which could easily make people mistakenly think it was shampoo.

The cutter of suicide by septum is different from the cutter. It can be seen that the killer has prepared many times in advance and has practiced how to cut a wound like a cutter with a knife.

But he still ignored one thing: the deceased is left-handed, and the direction of the incision is different from the habitual direction of the deceased."

Wang Lang took a sip of smoke and spat a long breath of smoke into the sky, like an old steam train.

The handsome middle-aged man patted Luo Xue on the shoulder and turned his head to look at Wang Lang's side face.

"King, be careful, Tamaho of Ryugu has hated you, you must know that Tamaho of Ryugu has only this younger brother, because you, his younger brother is dead. He has not made any statement yet, nor has he declared war on you on the Black Sea Forum, but anyone with some common sense knows that Tamaho of Ryugu is holding back his teeth." The handsome uncle reminded.

"I'm a bird?" Wang Lang sneered. The cynical expression made the handsome uncle a little dazed, and he seemed to see the young man who was rebellious and dominating the storm of the underground world many years ago.

"By the way, I will continue to investigate this matter, but there is one more thing you shouldn't know. During the last God-Slaying mission, the l family let the slaughtered terrifying thing called Zeus, do you know who its developer was?" asked the handsome uncle.

Wang Lang shook his head, "I didn't ask so much at that time, what's wrong?"

The handsome uncle smiled and said, "It's a madman, a madman from the Pentagram Company. He stole something that the L family has guarded for generations, betrayed the Pentagram Company, and developed a terrifying thing code-named God alone. His purpose is to rule the world. Unfortunately, he is a little anxious and has all the underground worlds dispatched, but he still dies. The terrifying thing code-named Zeus is also assassinated.

I heard you gave something to Satan?"

Wang Lang took a sip of cigarette and said casually, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know, Satan got the technology developed by the madman and was obtained by Satan. What are the consequences? I think you should be able to guess." The handsome uncle said again.

Wang Lang still smoked cigarettes casually, "That's the matter between the L family and Satan. I don't care, so let them fight."

"But what if Satan really develops that terrifying thing again? Or something even more terrifying than the code-name Zeus?" the handsome uncle asked immediately.

Wang Lang smoked slightly faster, and this fell into the eyes of the handsome uncle. The handsome uncle sighed, "Sometimes I don't understand what you are thinking. You say you want peace in this world, but you are the top arms dealer in the world. You say you want no poverty in this world and want everyone to have food to eat, but sometimes you even snatch the poor and now you give the terrifying thing to Satan. You don't understand you."

Wang Lang smiled, "I'll ask you a question. Without weapons, will there be peace in the world?"

The handsome uncle was silent.

"Snatching the poor? Here we have a saying that a man is innocent and guilty of possessing a treasure. He can own some things, and he cannot own some things, otherwise it will cause death.

As for giving something to Satan, which eye did you see Satan get something?”

The handsome uncle was silent for a long time again, then smiled, "You are still you, and after all, the Dragon King who no one can understand."

Wang Lang didn't say anything, but just put out the cigarette butts and wanted to take out another cigarette from the cigarette box, he realized that he had finished smoking and there were cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

The two of them watched the rising sun together, breaking through layers of clouds and mist, and the light penetrated everything and descended to the world. The whole world wrapped in white snow was like a colorful fairy tale world.

"It's time for me to leave." The handsome uncle looked at his watch and suddenly said, "I'm here just to see you."

Wang Lang took out his ears.

He didn't say anything, just looking at the horizon, the handsome uncle smiled, turned around and left, and Wang Lang suddenly shouted when he walked down.

"Edo."

Edo Ichiro turned around and waited for Wang Lang's words.

Wang Lang pinched the cigarette box into a lump and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Take care of yourself."

Edo Ichiro smiled brightly, "I owe you what I owe you, let alone to find out the reason for any matter. This is my hobby."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. After a pause, Edo Ichiro lowered his hat and said in a difficult Chinese language.

"Take care of yourself."
Chapter completed!