Deliberately play nice!The hotel butler was driven crazy!

Mo Lan did not act immediately.

Although the development of things was originally beyond her control, this change still made her feel too weird.

It wasn't the kind of surprise that caught me off guard, but a vague feeling that somewhere

Something seems not quite right!

At the same time, the courtroom was already in chaos.

Because of the sudden departure of the family leader, all the elders looked at each other, but they were soon helped down the steps by the servants.

The elderly people did not move very quickly and walked outside in a hurry.

Someone in the jury box had already chased him out immediately.

At this moment, Mo Si also left the scene. When he walked in front of Mo Lan, there was no reaction or even a glance.

But Mo Lan took the opportunity to see clearly that Mo Si's face was filled with despair that was almost ruthless and indifferent.

It was as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

knock --

"Let's go."

When Mo Lan was stunned, the bodyguard who behaved strangely walked directly in front of her through the chaos, lightly knocked on her table, and then walked out without stopping.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Lan did not see the slightest trace of the doctor or his entourage.

The steps were all a bit panicky.

Because something happened suddenly, everyone lost control, and the voices of discussion slowly reached their ears.

"What's going on, Master?"

"I don't know, this is too incredible!"

"Who says it's not the case? I've never seen the head of the family show such an expression!"

Someone quietly approached the crowd and whispered in a more depressed voice,

"I just heard the second young master say that something happened to his brother!"

"Young Master, that's not right."

"Really! I heard it very clearly!"

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The content of the discussion probably exceeded the safe range. No matter how the person patted his chest to assure himself, the group of people did not continue to discuss anything.

He didn't even dare to mention Mo Changyin's name.

Soon they dispersed and followed the crowd.

Mo Lan happened to be following this group of people not too far away, and heard all the conversations clearly and completely.

At this time, she looked up and saw that the bodyguard had gradually moved to the front of the crowd without communicating with anyone the whole time.

Just like himself, no one came close to him.

Ten seconds later, a thin figure slowly approached this person, breaking the special "aloneness".

Mo Lan put her hands in her bags, without any sense of nervousness at all, as if she was following the crowd to see some scenery.

With a faint smile on her face, her eyes were calm and deep, she glanced sideways at the silent man and whispered,

"Do you think something happened?"

"Didn't you hear that just now?"

Mo Lan curled up the corners of her lips. The mark was not deep, but it had a somewhat familiar arc.

"Oh, it seems you heard it too. So, is it your craft?"

"No."

"Oh,"

Mo Lan hummed meaningfully,

"If it's not you, then it's the doctor's!"

The man glanced sideways for a moment, his obscure and deep gaze falling on Mo Lan's face, his brows furrowed, and a slightly unnatural expression appeared.

With a little hesitation, he paused for a few seconds and finally spoke.

"Be careful."

"know."

Mo Lan answered in a polite manner.

A deep and similar aura spread between the two of them.

But soon, they were diluted and dispersed, and disappeared.

It won't be noticed by anyone.

The Inquisition is also located on the back island.

The real living area of ​​the island is on the other side.

Mo Lan has never been there, and has only occasionally seen a place with more brilliant and extravagant lights than here, which is particularly eye-catching at night.

That is also the location of the family owner's residence.

The place where she lives is, strictly speaking, more like an administrative office area.

All kinds of vigilance have also become stricter. It is naturally more convenient to take care of Molan.

After coming out of the trial court, a group of people took the initiative to walk to the coast not far away without anyone leading them.

Tall trees are scattered on both sides, and the intermittent shadows bring a sense of oppression that seems to be absent.

The atmosphere on the entire island is divided into two halves, one is luxurious and the other is obscure.

It's like the repetitive nature of human nature, unsightly, yet obvious.

"what is that?"

Finally, the moment he stepped onto the beach, Mo Lan saw a messy figure not far away.

At the same time, the footsteps behind him gradually stopped.

Someone was whispering about the incredible things in front of them.

Some people were exclamating in a low voice, as if they had foreseen something terrible.

Mo Lan and the bodyguard only paused for half a second before continuing to move forward.

When they were still far away, they heard the originally arrogant voice, but now it seemed a little panicked and collapsed.

"Put him down, put him down!"

The head of the family has not yet taken off the robe that represents supreme power. He stands in the middle of the crowd, leaning forward slightly, trying to grab something.

There were many people around him constantly trying to comfort him, but the order was chaotic and no one had any obvious effect.

"A little weird."

Mo Lan looked sideways for a moment and vaguely saw something parked on the coast. But the next second, she suddenly saw the shocking truth clearly through the gaps in the crowd.

"That is.!!!!"

Not far away, in the middle of the crowd.

A dark brown sea burial boat is parked on the shore.

There is a transparent glass cover in the middle of the hull, and inside lies a man in a black suit. His face is withered and thin, and he has long lost his former sharp appearance.

"Mo Changyin is dead?!!!"

Mo Lan and the bodyguard walked to the other side of the crowd, facing the family head who looked panicked and sad.

But at this moment, this woman couldn't care less about Mo Lan's appearance. She just couldn't believe the facts in front of her.

Apparently two hours ago, this child was still challenging himself with a rebellious look.

Although he was thin and embarrassed, his life was not affected.

She had repeatedly confirmed this with her doctor.

She had always just wanted to control his movements and freedom, but she never expected that she would suddenly die on the day of Mo Lan's trial!

"Let me go, this is my son! I want my son -"

The head of the family desperately pushed away everyone, trying to pull back the sea burial ship that was about to enter the sea.

She couldn't just watch her child leave her like this.

It's one thing to hate him for failing to live up to his expectations, but it's another thing for him to die now!

No mother in this world would be willing to watch her child die!

Even she feels the same way!

But the dignity of being the head of the family has already been soaked into her bones and blood, and her struggling movements are not too big, and she seems to be subconsciously maintaining her dignity.

Mo Lan saw clearly from the other side, and a contemptuous smile soon appeared on her face.

The look of this woman snatching her child here right now is far different from the aura she had just now in the courtroom where she wanted to kill her!

Sure enough, once people are selfish to the extreme, they can even control their family relationships rationally.

Mo Lan's unabashed attitude soon attracted the attention of the family head.

Seeing that the dazzling smile on her face was clearly coming straight towards him, the head of the family suddenly raised a hand and pointed at Mo Lando fiercely,

"Press her down, I want her to be buried with my son!"

"Yes--"

Mo Lan is naturally "the target of public criticism". No one will have any scruples at all if the head of the family gives the order.

Several burly men will come over immediately.

Throwing a little girl into the sea is not something that takes too much effort.

But the moment everyone just moved, a black shadow crossed the front and asked in a cold voice,

"What are you going to do? Do you want to die?"

At the same time, Mo Si's voice also sounded,

"Mother, let my brother go."

Snapped--

"You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!

If it weren't for you, how could he be in this situation?

Look, it's you who deserves to die! It's you--"