"I don't have time to worry about these things right now. Please give me the car first. I want to go to Qu Linglong's home immediately." Leng Jing grabbed the car key from Li Ziru's hand and quickly got into the car.

Started the car and drove into the city.

Li Ziru did not send anyone to stop Leng Jing, he planned to let Leng Jing give it a try. Presumably after the trouble, Leng Jing would take the initiative to find Dong Qun.

Ten minutes later, Leng Jing arrived at Qu Linglong's home.

The entrance to the suite was locked, and the doorbell was operating normally. However, no matter how Leng Jing pressed the button, no one responded. In fact, Leng Jing was mentally prepared, but he still waited at the door...

How he hoped that Qu Linglong would open the door with a smile, just like before.

After waiting for several minutes, no one opened the door.

Leng Jing lowered his head silently and slowly put his hand on the door handle...

"Bang!" Leng Jing exerted some force and the door lock was broken.

Leng Jing opened the door and walked into the suite.

There was some clutter in the living room, and there were a lot of paper towels and debris on the floor. Leng Jing picked up a ball of paper towels on the ground. The paper towels were wrinkled, and they were wrinkled like they had been dried after being soaked with water.

Leng Jing suddenly felt heartbroken. He seemed to be able to see Qu Linglong sitting on the sofa, crying...

These tissues have become the best proof of sadness.

Leng Jing came to the sofa and touched it with his hand, feeling a lot of dust.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Leng Jing kept repeating these words facing the sofa.

Unknowingly, a few tears fell on the sofa.

Leng Jing's heart is now full of regret and sorrow, but it is not a matter of sorrow now, because Qu Linglong's life or death is uncertain now.

Leng Jing began to search the house, Qu Linglong's room, Mo Mou's room, and even Qu Huiyi's room. He searched all over, trying to find some clues, but everything was in vain.

There are no clues, and there is no way to start with Leng Jing now.

Leng Jing sat on the sofa, cupping his forehead with his hands, feeling extremely depressed.

Suddenly, he spotted something suspicious in the corner of his eye.

Leng Jing stood up and came to the corner of the door, where there was an unfinished cigarette butt.

No one in Qu Linglong’s family can smoke, so whose cigarette butt does it belong to? Could it be the murderer’s?

Leng Jing picked up the cigarette butt. There was about half of the cigarette left. There were a few small letters on it, like some kind of special brand.

Leng Jing found a clean plastic bag from the suite, and then carefully put the cigarette butt into the plastic bag.

Although this cigarette butt could not mean anything, it was the only clue Leng Jing found, so Leng Jing put the plastic bag in the inner pocket of his coat.

Afterwards, Leng Jing went to a tobacco and alcohol store and gave the cigarette butt to the boss.

The boss took the cigarette butt, looked at it carefully, and then said to Leng Jing: "These cigarettes are not cheap. Unless you have a high income, you can't afford them. We only have a few cigarettes in the store now."

"How much does a pack of these cigarettes cost?"

"A pack of 3,000 yuan is beyond the reach of ordinary civilians."

"Who usually buys these cigarettes?"

"You want to know?" The boss showed a strange smile.

"Isn't this nonsense? If you didn't want to know, you wouldn't have asked."

"Well, if you want to know, the information fee or something..."

"Pah!" Leng Jing threw the car keys on the table: "The car is parked outside for you."

"Car?" The boss looked at the door. It was a sports car. The value of the car is another matter. The oil in the car alone is enough to buy half a cigarette shop. However, the oil is in the Imperial Palace.

It is a contraband and no civilian is allowed to use it. Once discovered, you will have to go to the police station and spend ten days and a half.

This oil is like drugs. Although it is of high value, it cannot be bought, sold or circulated openly.

The boss smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, we civilians can't drive, so it's useless if you give me a car. Can't you give me cash? Since you can drive, it means you are not an ordinary person, so you must not be short of money."

"

"I just came back from the front line. The matter is urgent, so I didn't bring any money. You can tell me first and I will make up for it in the future. How about I give you 1 million." Leng Jing explained.

"Wait, wait, wait, you are too exaggerated. I just wanted some information fees, but you gave me a car and a huge sum of money, which made me nervous. Well, I will answer you honestly.

The problem is, free, free." The boss suddenly changed his attitude.

"Then tell me who would buy this kind of cigarette."

"Most of the people who buy this cigarette are officials, wealthy businessmen, high-ranking soldiers, bodyguards, etc. Most of them are special professions. I just know a bodyguard who likes to smoke this kind of cigarette the most.

, come here often to buy.”

"Whose bodyguard is he?"

"I don't know about this. He didn't say who it belongs to, but I guess it must be a big shot, maybe a high-ranking official."

"What's his name? What does he look like?"

"I don't know what his name is, but he looks very tall and has a scar on his face. He came to buy cigarettes from me the day before yesterday."

"Boss, I'll give you my number. If he comes to buy cigarettes next time, you contact me immediately. By the way, help me hold him for five minutes. I live nearby." Leng Jing said as he spoke.

Write your number on a piece of paper.

"Okay, okay, I understand." The boss replied with a smile.

"Then I'll leave first. Remember to contact me."

"Okay, don't worry."

After Leng Jing left the store, a store employee came to the boss and said to the boss: "I just heard that he said he would give you 1 million or something."

"Do you know who that person is?" the boss asked.

"I do not know."

"That man's name is Leng Jing. He is a singer in the Land of Snow. I heard he is very popular. But after coming here, he has become very low-key and rarely holds concerts. I have listened to his songs and he sings really well. He is very popular."

It’s apocalyptic.”

"No way, you are still chasing stars? And you are chasing stars from Snow Country?"

"It's not that big of a deal. I'm already old enough to not chase stars. I just thought something must have happened to Leng Jing, so I told him everything I knew."

"But this may get you into trouble." The store employee said a little worriedly.

"This shouldn't be the case. Moreover, the scarred man always looks down on us. He is arrogant every time he comes in, and his tone of voice is full of discrimination."

"I think it's better to be careful. After all, the scarred man and Leng Jing are both from the Snow Country. Let's not stir up this troubled water."

The boss thought for a few seconds and agreed: "What you said makes sense. I'd better be careful in the future and try not to meddle in other people's business."

After the boss finished speaking, he threw the note recording Leng Jing's number into the trash can.

After leaving the cigarette shop, Leng Jing returned to his residence and took out the mobile phone that he had not used for three months.

This mobile phone cannot communicate once it leaves the Imperial Palace, so Leng Jing did not take it with him.

Leng Jing opened his phone and found dozens of missed calls and unread text messages.

Every one of them comes from Qu Linglong.

Qu Linglong actually knew that Leng Jing did not take her mobile phone with her, but she still sent text messages. It was not for anything else but to express her longing for her.

Every text message and every missed call represents a moment of longing.

Leng Jing read several missive text messages from Qu Linglong, and his eyes gradually became moist, as if everything happened just yesterday, but today, we can't see each other.

Leng Jing kept flipping through the text messages. Suddenly, Leng Jing's eyes widened because he saw some special text messages.

It turned out that Qu Linglong regarded text messages as a diary, recording some things that happened in the past few months.

Leng Jing stared at the phone screen and slowly read all the information.

"Leng Jing, do you know? My brother-in-law has been missing for a long time..."

"The police station has become so strange. Those policemen don't care about my brother-in-law's affairs at all. If Lu Bingfeng hadn't come forward, they wouldn't go to him..."

"I have been searching for a month, but there is still no whereabouts of my brother-in-law. My sister is mentally ill. I have to take her to the hospital every day..."

"Leng Jing, when will you come back..."

"My sister is crazy. She always wants to escape and always goes to the police station to smash things up..."

"Leng...Jing, I'm so tired...when will you come back..."

"Leng Jing, my sister was beaten to death...I lost everything..."

"Leng Jing, why? Why don't you come back? I really want to leave the Imperial Palace and leave this largest prison in the world. Who will save me..."

"Leng Jing, I hate you..."

This was Qu Linglong's last text message. Seeing this, Leng Jing's tear ducts burst.

Leng Jing didn't cry, but her tears fell to the floor.
To be continued...