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    "It's the word 'Li'." Meng Xu'an looked at it with a flashlight and handed the golden lock to Feng Shizhen, "It's not yours, it should be your brother's."

    Before Zhenrong Jiashang could give this long life to his newborn son, he was killed.

    Feng Shizhen took the small silver lock and held it tightly in his palm. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and rushed outside.

    She ran out of the courtyard and stood on the roadside, soaked in the rain, bending over and gasping for air.

    Meng Xuan stopped Yang Xiulin who wanted to chase him, then walked over in the rain and stood next to Feng Shizhen.

    Feng Shizhen was breathing hoarsely, as if he was trying his best to suppress the urge to cry.  She was shaking all over, straightened up and took two steps, then bent down again as if she couldn't bear the pain in her chest.

    Meng Xian looked at her with pity and gave her just the right amount of silent company.

    "Sixteen years." Feng Shizhen said hoarsely, "From the time our family moved to Wenchunli to when I went to Jinling to study at university, I lived here for sixteen years. But I never knew that he was so close to me!  I¡­¡­"

    She squatted down in pain, tears mixed with rain covering her face.

    "I've hated him since I was sensible. I always thought he was living quietly somewhere. For so many years, I never thought he was always by my side!" Feng Shizhen hugged his shoulders tightly and gasped hoarsely,  "He was going home! He bought all the longevity locks for his brother, and he was going home!"

    Meng Xian leaned over and pulled her up, pressing her into his arms. The messy rain was swept towards them in waves by the wind.

    "I know." Meng Xu'an patted Feng Shizhen on the back, his movements a little clumsy, not at all as smart as he used to be when he coaxed his confidante, "You have found him now, Shizhen. He won't blame you."

    The shrill howl resounded through the silent night sky, waking up the already resting Rong Mansion.

    Rong Jia got out of bed, put on a coat, and hurried out.

    The waiter followed him, wiping cold sweat and saying: "The master had a nightmare. He seemed to be frightened and kept screaming."

    "Where's the sedative that Dr. Simpson left behind last time?" Rong Jiashang said, "Get it and I'll inject it into the master."

    The footman ran away quickly.

    "Brother?" Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua stood at the door sleepily, with panic on their faces, "Did something happen?"

    "It's okay." Rong Jiashang said, "I will take care of it. You guys go to bed. Doesn't Fang Hua have to try on wedding dresses tomorrow?"

    Rong Fanghua bit her lip and said, "Brother, tell me the truth. In my current state, is it appropriate for me to get married at this time?"

    "What's inappropriate?" Rong Jiashang touched her head, "Don't worry, I will let dad attend your wedding properly. Go to sleep."

    Rong Fanglin took his brother¡¯s signal and pulled his sister back to the room.

    Rong Jiashang turned his head, his face darkened, and he walked quickly to the west hall.

    "Go away!" Rong Dingkun was still howling on the bed, "Don't come over! It's not my fault! You forced me!"

    Rong Jia asked the footman to hold his father down, took the injection, and skillfully injected it into Rong Dingkun's vein.

    "Jia Shang, he's here!" Rong Dingkun grabbed his son's hand and stared at him with eyes almost out of his sockets, "He's here. He's going to destroy us! You have to protect the Rong family! You have to kill him  Kill him!"

    "It's hard to say whether our family name is Rong or not." Rong Jiashang sneered, pushing the needle all the way.

    After a while, Rong Dingkun finally stopped struggling.

    "Who did itI obviouslyblocked him"

    Rong Jia frowned and threw away the needle.  The room was fully heated, but he felt a chill coming from behind, as if the doors and windows were not closed properly.

    The rain outside the window became lighter, but the wind became stronger.  The branches were blown wildly by the wind, as if a ghost had escaped from purgatory and was laughing in joy with its forehead and hands.

    Rong Jiashang shook his head mockingly, gathered his coat, turned and left.

    When I returned to the bedroom, the alarm clock on the table pointed to a quarter past three, the darkest hour of the night.

    Rong Jia Shang soaked the towel with hot water, covered it on his cold face, and let out a long breath.

    The night was thick and thick, wrapping him up and dragging him bit by bit into the dark abyss.  The bright and beautiful past that we once had is being washed away little by little, like memories from another life, or a stream of light that cannot be caught.

    There was a window with a light on the opposite side, and under the window there was a woman with a beautiful silhouette.  In front of the windy window, she closed her eyes and looked alone.Of course, it was placed in the mouth of the corpse by later generations.  The person who borrowed the money was Qin Shuigen, but the handwriting was Rong Dingkun's notes.  There is also a red thumb mark on the name, which is as red as blood.

    The spotlights were flashing behind Rong Jia Shang.  Most of his face was immersed in darkness, exuding an indescribable sinisterness and cruelty.  Detective Wang couldn't help but feel frightened secretly, thinking that Rong Jia was so young but so powerful that he really deserved to be the prince of an arms merchant.

    "Inspector Wang, can I keep this note?" Rong Jia asked, "Since I am borrowing money from my father, I need to go back and ask my father."

    As soon as Inspector Wang hesitated, Secretary Chen used an umbrella to protect himself from the rain and stuffed an envelope containing thick banknotes into Inspector Wang's pocket.

    "It's really hard for Inspector Wang to come out to handle cases in such a cold weather. This is a little thought from our eldest young master. Please have a sip of hot wine after get off work."

    Inspector Wang pinched the envelope and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Rong. This note is new at first glance. It must be a prank played by someone, not serious evidence. Just take it."

    Rong Jiashang frowned as he watched the people in the patrol room wrap the bones and carry them into the car.

    "Don't worry, young master, everything has been taken care of." Secretary Chen said.

    "No." Rong Jiashang turned around and left, "This is just the beginning."

    Rong Dingkun in the west hall had smoked a large cigarette before going to bed and was sleeping drowsily in the quilt.  In the dream, a basin of cold water was poured on his head, which stimulated him to wake up suddenly, only to find that someone was wiping his face with a cold handkerchief.

    "Dad, did you have a nightmare?" Rong Jiashang looked like a perfect filial son and wiped Rong Dingkun's sweat carefully.

    Rong Dingkun hates to see his eldest son now. When he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "Why is it you again? When I was still in good health, I never saw you performing filial piety in front of me like this every day. What on earth do you want?"

    Rong Jiashang sneered and threw away the veil, raised his hand, spread out the IOU, and showed it to Rong Dingkun.

    "Dad, do you remember lending this money?"

    Rong Dingkun has presbyopia. He squinted his eyes and looked away for a long time. His confused face froze little by little, his unclosed mouth trembled thinly, and his eyes were frightened.

    It seemed that it was not a piece of paper, but an evil ghost crawling out of hell from the crack, with poisonous pus flowing all over its body, showing its bloody fangs, and walking towards him step by step.

    "Where did you get this?" Rong Dingkun's voice was so shrill that it almost changed.

    Rong Jiashang frowned tightly, shook the note, and said in a deep voice: "Just answer me. Did you pay this debt back then?"

    "Who did this?" Rong Dingkun answered the question and roared excitedly, "Who did it?"

    Rong Jia did not answer, collected the note, and asked calmly: "There is one more thing I want to ask you. Why did you insist on buying Wenchunli in the first place?"

    Rong Dingkun shivered violently as if he was electrocuted, "Wen Chunli really what happened to Wen Chunli?"

    "Something did happen." Rong Jiashang said, "Dad, the whole Wenchunli has been renovated, why is one old building left untouched?" #####(Remember the website address: www  .hlnovel.com
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