The bodyguard was confused and paused for a few seconds before replying: "Why are you asking me, Mr. Xu? Didn't the young master just ask you to investigate... investigate... Huh? Did the young master give you a task?"

A chill ran across Xu Jiang's back.

He has been in Jiuchuan Group for some time. Except for the third lady and the uncle, the second brother's name has never been mentioned by anyone, as if he has disappeared from the world.

Xu Jiang originally didn't care. Asking about people he didn't interact with was in vain. He just treated it as if he had made some mistake and was expelled from the group.

But now, the existence of this old man Qi seems to be undefinable. Either these people are crazy, or the person inside is crazy.

Xu Jiang felt his scalp was numb. After thinking about it, he walked into the conference room again.

Qi Wenjun was still sitting on the chair, taking a sip of wine, with a blush on his face, quietly waiting for Xu Jiang's answer.

"Ahem, I forgot all about what you just entrusted." Xu Jiang tried his best to pretend to have lost his memory and didn't want to wade into this muddy water.

But Qi Wenjun laughed out loud: "I have used this test on many people. People who have truly lost their memory will not come back to me."

"...Misstep."

Judging from this person’s tone, this matter is indeed not simple!

Xu Jiang was very hesitant. Now he was tough and turned around to leave. It was still too late. As long as he ran fast, Trouble wouldn't be able to keep up with me.

Unfortunately, this guy was quicker to pay, and the 2,000 isotope crystals were already pushed in front of him.

"Then just listen, I can't guarantee if you can help me!" Xu Jiang couldn't resist the temptation, collected the money, and sat down to listen to the story.

"Of course, as long as you try your best, I will pay you extra for any useful clues."

Two thousand exotic crystals were used as a stepping stone. Qi Wenjun pushed a document bag in front of Xu Jiang.

The document bag was very thin. Xu Jiang pinched it. It was only a few pieces of paper thick, so it probably didn't contain much content.

Xu Jiang took out the contents, glanced at them briefly, and then took a deep breath. A message that chilled him appeared.

In the first photo, a middle-aged man was lying in a pool of blood, and a strange white paper was thrown next to him.

The oil painting in Chapter 2 also records a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood.

But the difference is that in the oil painting, there is an extra line of blood on the strange white paper beside him.

[You must remember that I have three children, and my second son is named Qi Wentao.]

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Chapter completed!