Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 785 Lord of Escape (68)

"Well, what clues did you find?"

"Miss Mo, based on the clues you provided, we organized more than a dozen historians and writers to consult various official and unofficial histories, and found that a large number of people disappeared across the country about 700 years ago. Most of them have faith, some attribute the disappearance to disrespect for the gods, and some attribute it to mysterious sacrifices. No matter what the reason is, it can be proved that the population disappearance once every ten years has lasted for hundreds of years. Miss Mo, thank you very much your help."

"You're welcome, serve the people!"

"..."

The policeman looked at the director, who nodded, he coughed twice, and continued: "Miss Mo, that's right, the current case has spanned hundreds of years, which is beyond the scope of our known science, and the case is now in deep trouble. Can you give us some more hints?"

Linghu Lan: "Song Qushan!"

"what?"

"Song, Qu, Shan!"

After finishing speaking, Linghu Lan hung up the phone and continued to eat instant noodles. The noodles were soft and not tasty at all, so she ate them silently.

Eating hardships and sufferings is still an ordinary person.

She silently looked at the "Internship Form of the Second Affiliated Hospital of the Fourth Medical University" in her hand, and it was time to become a young lady doctor.

……

The busy tone of "beep!" has already come from the phone.

The policeman pressed the hang up button in a daze, and looked at everyone in the meeting room.

Just now his phone was on speakerphone, and Linghu Lan's voice was clearly heard by everyone in the conference room.

"What do you think!" The director was very excited, this is a strange case.

Such a strange case through the ages actually appeared in their bureau, and all their personnel involved in solving the case will go down in history.

"Song Qushan! This name sounds familiar."

"Song Qushan? Could it be Mr. Song Lao, a famous historian and archaeologist in China?" A historian present hurriedly asked.

"It should be Mr. Song. That Miss Mo means that we invite him to come over and re-study history?" One of the writers was at a loss, and there was an unpleasant feeling of being questioned in his words.

"There is such a possibility. However, Mr. Song's mansion is on fire today. I don't know what happened to Mr. Song?"

"Let me make a call and ask." A historian who is very familiar with Song Qushan hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The chief of police thought for a while and said, "Before you're not sure, keep the mission secret."

"Good!" The historian responded.

half an hour.

No one answered the phone.

The historian could only press the phone dejectedly.

"no one!"

The director nodded, and told a policeman, "Check which hospital Mr. Song is in, and I'll visit him personally."

"Yes!"

……

in the hospital.

Song Qushan was lying on a hospital bed.

The Song family was crowded around.

Everyone looked at Songqu Mountain, which was like the sunset in the west, and they couldn't believe it in their hearts. It was hard for anyone to believe that a person who was alive in the morning, as if he could live another 500 years, was like a dead tree bark.

"Who is it? Who caused the old man to be like this." One of Song Qushan's sons looked around with a fierce light in his eyes.

He is not seeking justice for Song Qushan, but wants to lose one person who divides the property.

The Song family has a big business and a lot of property. If there is one less person to divide it up, each person can get a lot more.

　four shifts

　　Good night, young ladies~~ Meme!There are a lot of Xiaomengxin here today, welcome!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)