Chapter 142 Thinking about Cats

Zhao Daotu's expression was as sad and painful as ever. It was impossible to see the flaws from his face.

Wang Pao also dealt with Sun Haihong's body last time. This time, he didn't expect to deal with Zhao Zheng's body again. Although the two died at different times, they died in the same way.

More than an hour later, someone drove to the Xuanmen Pavilion. Wang Pao came forward to explain, and then pulled away Zhao Zheng's body. Murong Qing and the little demon sorted out the things in the Xuanmen Pavilion.

Everything was handled properly, and the yellow finch couldn't help taking a look at Zhao Daotu. Zhao Daotu looked a little dull and looked really sad.

"Auncle, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" The yellow finch asked with inner concern.

Zhao Daotu shook his head and said nothing.

Wang Pao still believes in his heart that Zhao Daotu is the guy who can use the five poisons, but as the yellow finch said, no matter whether the guess is true or false, and no matter which direction he starts from, it is not suitable to monitor Zhao Daotu now. If Yang Mei is really kidnapped by him, if he has been let him If it is within sight, it may be worse.

Zhao Zheng is dead. Why did he die and who killed him? Even if all this finds the answer, it will not be good. Death is death, and there is no possibility of rebirth.

And the living are the hope, so raising eyebrows is the top priority now.

Zhao Daotu finally said slowly, "You go back first, Quezi. I'll take care of your uncle's affairs. And the murderer, you must find it. I don't want to see your uncle's death."

"Auncle, don't worry."

Zhao Daotu repeatedly insisted on not going to the hospital, but the yellow finch did not want to force it.

Wang Pao drove Tiguan to deal with Zhao Zheng's body. The yellow finch could only drive a car with the little demon Murong Qing and drove Yuanyuan and Gege out of the cat's mouth.

Today, it's really an unquiet night.

The yellow finch looked at the time, and it was already more than two o'clock in the morning.

"Little demon, have you found anything in the living room?" Huang Que was afraid that when the little demon had Zhao Daotu present, some things were hard to say. Now sitting in the car, he couldn't help asking.

The little demon shook his head and said, "Nothing was found, but Zhao Zheng did die in the hands of the Five Poisons. Looking at the blackness of Zhao Zheng's wound, it should be the same murderer who killed Grandma Sun, and the two people who died on the famous mountain highway were also the same person."

The yellow finch thought about it carefully. It has been many hours since the road in the famous mountain happened. If it was done by Zhao Daotu, he would indeed have time to kill Zhao Zheng.

"If the other party is really not Zhao Daotu, why did you kill Zhao Zheng alone instead of him?" Murong Qing asked.

The yellow finch can't think of a clue, but from this aspect alone, it is still impossible to fully determine the suspicion of Zhao Daotu.

Therefore, Zhao Daotu is between exclusion and no exclusion at this time.

It's just that if the murderer is not Zhao Daotu, then this person suddenly appeared in Xuanmen Pavilion and killed Zhao Zheng. What was he for?

"Okay, Huang Que, you don't have to think too much about it. Let's think about how to deal with Meimei first. Since the other party is a kidnapping, I believe there will be a call soon. As for what the other party wants to threaten us with eyebrows, I can't figure out." Murong Qing said slowly and comforted the yellow finch.

She knows that the most annoying person now is the yellow finch.

The yellow finch looked ahead and wanted to calm down, but it still couldn't help thinking about a lot of things. Everything that happened tonight was so unusual.

"Yellow finch, go straight to October Feng. Something like this happened. I can't sleep with the little demon at all. Let's sit together to discuss the countermeasures. I think Wang Pao will come back soon."

The yellow finch nodded, turned the steering wheel, and drove in the direction of the ancient city on the road.

Xuanmen Pavilion, it's quiet.

Zhao Daotu is still lying on the Taishi chair. He is a cautious person. He has always fought a sure battle. As soon as something happens to raise his eyebrows, the two children, Huang Que and Wang Pao, come to Xuanmen Pavilion. This is definitely not a coincidence, let alone discuss countermeasures with himself. Because the last time Yang Mei disappeared, Huang Que did not look for him at all. .

Now it seems that the only possibility is that the two kids, the yellow finch and the king cannon, have already doubted themselves, and are not ordinary doubts.

"It seems that these two guys are still more sensitive!" Zhao Daotu said something secretly in his heart.

Now, Zhao Daotu does not dare to act rashly. Who knows whether the yellow sparrow and the king cannon have really left or not? Now is the critical moment, and they must not fall off the chain.

Time, minute by minute and second passed, Zhao Daotu always maintained the painful expression of losing his loved one. After about half an hour, he finally stood up slowly. He paced and first looked at the whole living room of Xuanmen Pavilion. After making sure that everything was normal, he staggered to the second floor. He pushed open his room, and his whole body suddenly became light. First, he put the Nether Order into the quilt, then quickly pushed open the window and flashed out.

Zhao Daotu soon came to the roof of Xuanmen Pavilion. He looked around and crawled on the glazed tiles on the roof and observed for a long time. After making sure that everything could no longer be normal, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that things might not be as bad as he thought. Yellow finch and Wang Cannon may have doubts. But they are not without evidence.

There is no strength of correction without evidence. Zhao Daotu still knows this.

Zhao Daotu got off the roof and returned to his room from the original road. He took a sip of tea and eased his mood again. His heart couldn't help screaming. Almost everything just now was a countermeasure he came up with in the lightning. He really couldn't imagine that if the yellow finch knew what he had done, he would How to deal with yourself.

Zhao Daotu smiled knowingly. He slowly opened the room and returned to the living room. He needed to check again to see if there was any missing evidence.

Zhao Daotu paced with an unusually severe face. When he arrived at the living room, of course, he stood in the place where Zhao Zheng had just lying down. He saw the black and brown word 'white' again.

Zhao Daotu still doesn't understand what Zhao Zheng wants to convey.

Zhao Daotu frowned. He was about to enter Zhao Zheng's room again to see if this guy would leave some evidence against him. At this time, suddenly a clear cat call came.

"Meow..."

Zhao Daotu tightened all over, and he seemed to think of something.

Then, there was another cat call.

"Meow..."

Zhao Zheng has almost no one to talk to in Xuanmen Pavilion. Except for himself, I'm afraid there are only those two cats.

Xiaohei, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Zhao Daotu was excited and muttered, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, does Zhao Zheng mean Xiaobai?"

Beasts are psychic, especially animals that have been raised for many years. Police dogs can help people catch criminals, and old buffaloes can take people out of the maze. Can cats also convey information?

Zhao Daotu paced slowly. Not far from the corner of the wall, the two docile kittens were squatting on the ground and looking at themselves. They couldn't say whether they were good or bad.

Did this beast see the scene of his killing Zhao Zheng?

Zhao Daotu is not a child. The cat can speak and correct himself. That is absolutely impossible, but why did Zhao Zheng write that white character when he was dying? Do you want to tell the yellow finch to find some clues through the little white cat?

Yes, it must be so. At this moment, Zhao Daotu thought, "What a cunning old man."

Zhao Daotu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad that his brain could suddenly think of this. Otherwise, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Although Zhao Daotu still doesn't know whether Zhao Zheng's intention is like this, it is very likely that this means it.

And now, even if there is a flaw, Zhao Daotu doesn't want to stay.

Zhao Daotu slowly walked to the corner of the wall.

He has seen these two cats on weekdays, but when it comes to breeding and teasing, they are all handled by Zhao Zheng.

"Little Black, Little White!" Zhao Daotu walked over.

The two kittens are very unfamiliar with him. The little black cat curled up in the corner, while the little white cat had a feeling of escaping. The little guy stretched out his front paws, and several ups and downs, unexpectedly rushed from Zhao Daotu's feet to the coffee table.

This move is normal, but in Zhao Daotu's view at this time, there is a feeling of not beating himself. If this little beast doesn't have any conspiracy with Zhao Zheng, why is he so afraid of himself?

Zhao Zheng must have used an unknown way to let this little beast convey his original intention.

Old man, do you still want to count yourself when you die?

Zhao Daotu scolded fiercely. He turned around and met the little white cat.

The little white cat seemed to be really afraid of Zhao Daotu, and dodged again. He meowed a few words and went to the window that opened a gap.

"Little beast, you still want to escape!"

Zhao Daotu's body suddenly moved, suddenly shook, and flashed from the side of the coffee table. Before the little white cat could run out of the window, he grabbed his neck and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

The little white cat is snow-white all over, without a trace of miscellaneous hair.

It looked at Zhao Daotu, and his eyes shining with the golden light of glass balls without blinking.

"Aim..."

The little white cat shouted again.

Zhao Daotu looked at it carefully. He didn't find any clue from the little white cat. However, at this moment, Zhao Daotu could not rest at all. He slowly entered the kitchen with the little white cat and then closed the door of the kitchen.

Zhao Daotu picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and carried the little white cat in his left hand.

"I heard from others that cats have nine lives. They can survive no matter how they fall or hit. I really want to know if a cat with a stamped head can still live? Zhao Zheng, don't blame me. You hurt this poor beast!"

"Aim..."

The little white cat seems to realize something.

At this time, Zhao Daotu had already started with his knife, and the sharp kitchen knife in his hand cut into the neck of the little white cat like lightning. The blood sprayed everywhere along the chopping board...