As night fell, it was cut by lightning. After the dull thunder rolled across the sky, heavy rain finally poured down.

The lights were not turned on in the office, only the computer fluorescent flashed coldly, reflecting on Fang Jin's expressionless face.

At this moment, the office door clicked, and a middle-aged man in a well-in suit pushed the door open and was stunned when he saw Fang Jin: "Who is it? What are you doing?"

Fang Jin pressed the print key, and the printer began to brush and spit out paper. He calmly stood up in the man's shocked gaze and walked towards the printer, and said lightly: "——Lawyer Xue."

"Security! Security!" The man turned his head and ran out. At this moment, a black shadow flashed out in the corridor outside. He quickly twisted him and covered his mouth, and easily pushed him into the office.

"Um, um..." Lawyer Xue couldn't help but struggle, but the person who held him was obviously well-trained. His iron-plied hands made him have no chance of breaking free, because his face quickly turned red and turned ashen because of his lack of oxygen.

Fang Jin made a gesture, and the man's hand covering his mouth was slightly released. Lawyer Xue immediately felt embarrassed and coughed: "You... cough cough cough! Who are you, what are you doing? Don't hurt me, if you want money, just speak..."

"Money," Fang Jin picked up the paper from the printer that was working continuously, and a faint self-deprecation appeared in his voice.

"You are Gu Mingzong's imperial lawyer, who assisted him in signing notarizations for various estates such as company shares, management rights, fixed assets and foundations. You should know how much it is worth in total. Do you think I'm still short of money?"

"Fang...Fang Jin," Lawyer Xue suddenly realized: "You are that Fang Jin!"

The machine finally printed the inheritance book of dozens of pages of inheritance. Fang Jin bound a thick stack of documents and turned around and smiled at Lawyer Xue. At that moment, lightning flashed in from the window behind him, reflecting half of his face pale, but the outline showed a dazzling depth and coldness.

When Lawyer Xue first drafted his will, he was curious about who the assistant named Fang Jin was. He was personally selected by Gu Mingzong as the heir to his business empire at a young age. Now he saw it with his own eyes, but he only felt extreme pressure and fear of being both intimidated.

"If you have such a big secret, you should be more careful. Remember Lawyer Xue, change it to a more secret place before using this will, so that you can stop being seen."

Fang Jin turned around and walked towards the door, waved his hand without looking back - Lawyer Xue didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt a sudden sting of pain in his neck.

The man behind him took out an injection from his arms, and injected it into his blood vessels without a drop.

In a blink of an eye, Lawyer Xue fell asleep before he could even make a sound, and was dragged behind his desk.

·

Fang Jin walked out of the law firm, and an extended black Chevron was parked on the side of the road. The man behind him held an umbrella and walked a few steps to open the car door. Fang Jin lowered his head and went in.

"The three million deposit has been transferred to the middleman's account, and the final payment and other entrusted tasks will be transferred within 24 hours." Fang Jin sat in the wide back seat, wiped the rain water from the documents, and asked again: "Where is the one who has agreed?"

There were a few people sitting in Chevron. The man just put his umbrella into the car, and his tone was obvious in accent: "The middleman said he received it. Boss, you paid it on time! We also brought people. Fortunately, we have a way to find such a person. He has to calculate his rewards separately, but it's too expensive!"

Fang Jin nodded, but saw someone in front of him turn around and smile at him.

Under the dim street lights outside the car, the man's facial features and expression were extremely familiar. Except for his slightly frivolous and fierce temperament, he looked at least seven or eight out of his face.

Fang Jin hasn't seen Gu Yuan for half a month. Although he knew that the face in front of him was a fake face, his heart suddenly jumped heavily.

"Look at this technology, how is it different from the photos you gave me? People have been doing this for generations! The whole of Southeast Asia is very famous! It is because you give me honest money that we are willing to make efforts to contact him!"

The man couldn't help but boast, but Fang Jin raised his hand and signaled him to stop.

"Tomorrow one day, I don't care what your usual price is, I will give it three times after tomorrow." Fang Jin looked at the fake Gu Yuan in the front seat, and said lightly in the other party's overjoyed gaze: "But if the job is smashed - I will not only let your ancestors' signs also smash, but I will also let you have no descendants to pass on from now on, do you understand?"

The man smiled and said in a strong Cantonese accent: "I Mingla!"

Fang Jin nodded and turned to the mercenary leader: "There is another small thing to let you do."

He tore up a piece of paper, wrote down a string of place names, and said, "There are two people in this place, one man and one woman. The woman looks at her forty years old, and the man is in her twenties, and the second young master of the Gu family. You send someone to pick them up and send the speedboat to our place to do business tomorrow. I will arrange the rest."

The mercenary leader took the paper and looked at it, and handed it to a subordinate: "Go and get the job done."

The subordinates were extremely capable. I guess they had a tacit understanding in their daily operations. They took a few people out of the car and walked away from the distance. They must have had people nearby to respond and soon disappeared into the vast rain curtain.

Fang Jin's eyes were withdrawn from the car window, and he couldn't help but look forward to the front row, landing on the face that was extremely similar to Gu Yuan. For several seconds, he almost broke out of his mind. Although Zhi Zhi knew it was fake, his feelings had an uncontrollable sourness and pain, like a needle pricking, which appeared in the most unpreservable place in his heart.

"Boss? What's wrong?"

As soon as Gu Yuan spoke, his expression and voice were revealed to be different. Fang Jin forced himself to close his eyes.

——What are you thinking? What is fake is fake.

Even the illusory image cannot be given up, I am so weak that I feel disgusting.

"...It's time for us to leave," Fang Jin opened his eyes and looked at the mercenary leader. In an instant, he regained his calm, careful and invincible attitude, saying:

“Go to ocean shipping.”

·

Lightning slashed down, making half of the corridor shine brightly.

Gu Yuan hurried out of the elevator, without looking back at his head and said to his subordinates: "You are waiting here!"

He slammed open the office door, walked straight to the desk and opened the drawer, grabbed the cowhide envelope that had been locked for more than half a month, and his hands were shaking slightly.

He never knew he had such a day.

Countless intuitions and looming clues made the previous and subsequent events connect into an absurd guess, violently burning every nerve of his.

He never expected that he would have such a day on the verge of collapse, furious, and uncontrollable.

Gu Yuan tore off the binding wire that sealed the file bag, and poured out the photos and materials inside and slipped the table. Gu Yuan trembled with his fingers and picked up the top one, which was a copy of the property rights book of the house.

The property owner of the property owner wrote three words in the apartment where Fang Jin lived before.

As Mingzong.

Gu Yuan didn't know how he slowly sat in the chair. He only felt his brain blank and he could only hear his heartbeat in a trance.

plop, plop, plop.

The blood flowed down and hit the temple, making a strong and rapid blow like a drum.

Gu Yuan gently put down the ownership letter, and after a long time, he picked up the following sheets of paper with the photos printed.

The first thing that caught his eyes was Fang Jin, who was about ten years old, who was getting off the plane with his head down; Gu Mingzong walked beside him in a suit and tie, as if he was going to attend a meeting. In the shadow that was difficult to notice, his hand was grabbing Fang Jin's arm.

The photo is a footnote to the time and location of the shooting, showing several years ago, Heidelberg, Germany.

The following photos were all in Germany, almost all in Heidelberg, and some were in Munich. Most of the photos were only two people, Gu Mingzong and Fang Jin. Some went to watch football games, some had dinner together, and some were walking in the road one after another. There were time and place footnotes below, and there were even words such as "Gu Mingzong's photo taken".

One of the photos is Fang Jin standing in front of a small villa with a separate garden, gently closing the exquisitely carved iron fence door. A breeze blows through his young face, his bangs slightly raised, revealing a soft and quiet facial contour; his lower eyelashes are extremely clear and slender, and the soft texture can be felt through several years and black and white images.

However, the address and purchase contract of this German villa are attached below.

The purchaser is Jingmingzong.

Gu Yuan let go of his hand, and all the paper floated back to the table silently, and he was deeply trapped in the armchair.

The truth was like a cold slap, slapped him in the face, and Gu Yuan even heard the heavy sound - bang!

The severe pain was mixed with irony, and it hovered up like a poisonous snake, injecting the venom into the violently spastic heart.

——That man is Jing Mingzong.

It was his biological father who was powerful and powerful.

The so-called "good character and academic performance" are funded, and the so-called "young elites" are hired by the head office. They are all gorgeous brocade quilts covered with dirty □□. As long as you reach out and lift them, you can see the shocking truth inside.

Gu Yuan's chest was undulating violently, making a heavy breathing sound like a wounded beast. He suddenly remembered the moans and gasps he heard outside the bedroom door that day, and one by one, poured into his ears without reservation, whipping on every central nervous system like an electric current. At that time, he almost pushed the door in, and was only a little bit before he could push the door in and see all the dirty scenes.

But he didn't.

Gu Yuan was willing to pay any price, just to return time to that day and let him open that door.

Let him walk away alone at the beginning of the story, and don't wait until he gives all his passion and love like sacrifices before discovering that it is the abyss leading to hell.

Just then the phone rang.

In the darkness, Gu Yuan was like a solidified sculpture. From the ringing to the hangup, he had no consciousness to connect with his fingers.

However, a few seconds later, the phone ringtone rang again, with a strong momentum that he would never give up until he was connected, and kept ringing in the empty office.

Gu Yuan finally lowered his head and saw the screen of his mobile phone flashing in the darkness, and it was clearly displayed on it: Gu Yang.

"..." Gu Yuan finally answered the phone and said hoarsely: "Hey?"

"Brother, where are you? Can you come here? Something happened, my father locked up my mother and me, we are..."

Gu Yuan's entire consciousness was as hot as magma, anxious and dull, and he interrupted for a while: "Wait, what did you say? Who should keep you?"

"I don't know why my father suddenly turned against me and wanted to keep my mother away. It was too late when I rushed to plead for mercy. My father even went with me-" Gu Yang's voice intermittently on the other side of the phone. Because of the excitement and insufficient signal, it was very difficult to hear clearly: "Brother, please come and save me. I know my mother is sorry for you. If you can come this time, we can discuss anything in the future... I suspect that my father wants to kill my mother, so hurry up..."

Gu Yuan's rationality recovered a little bit, "Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm--"

There was a loud bang from the other side of the phone, as if the door panel hit the wall heavily and bounced back; then Chi Wanru's scream sounded, and footsteps roared, and Gu Yang seemed to shout: "Who is it?!" Then there was no sound.

"Gu Yang?" Gu Yuan stood up suddenly and shouted, "Gu Yang?"

The call suddenly stopped.

Gu Yuan called back immediately, but only cold electronic sounds came from the other side of the phone. After a moment, he turned to Gu Yang's voice mail:

"Hello, this is Gu Yang. Please leave a message and call back. I will reply to you as soon as possible..."

"What the hell is going on?" Gu Yuan stopped the phone heavily, and suddenly heard a voice outside the door saying lightly: "Gu Mingzong wants to kill Chi Wanru."

Gu Yuan suddenly looked up and saw Fang Jin standing at the door.

Fang Jin's figure was thin, his voice was hoarse, and his shoulders were gently leaning against the door frame; he seemed to be wet with some rain, his temples were pressed against his snow-white cheeks, and his shirt outlined very thin and graceful body lines.

Gu Yuan stared at him and asked slowly for a while:

"Why are you here?"
To be continued...