Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Boom——

After the thunder, lightning flashed in the clouds, and in an instant it was like a photo of the entire city was taken with the flash forgotten to be turned off.

Along with thunder in the sky, a well-preserved, old camera was solemnly placed on the table by a hand as wrinkled as tree bark.

In the dim and empty private restaurant, all surveillance cameras were turned off and the waiters and managers had all left.

Only two figures sitting at separate tables were reflected on the glass dining table.

Wen Can didn't move and wasn't in a hurry to speak.

He watched the old man opposite him carefully put away the bag containing his camera, and then took out another thing from his arms - a notebook smaller than the palm of his hand.

Paper items are more difficult to preserve than digital products. Even if they have been sealed for a long time, they will still turn yellow and show that they have been there for many years.

The old man also placed this small notebook on the table, neatly arranged with the camera.

Wen Can had a strange feeling for a moment - it was as if this old man was running a time exhibition hall, dedicated to preserving someone's unknown past.

Wen Can glanced at the two things and looked up at the old man opposite him.

He tapped his fingertips on the table and was about to formally start today's conversation when he was interrupted by an abrupt cell phone ring.

But Wen Can did not show any displeasure. Instead, he picked up the phone under the old man's surprised gaze and asked in a low voice: "Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

Although it was not in loudspeaker mode, it was so quiet in here that the old man opposite could hear it more or less, and his eyes became more and more surprised.

Wen Can just concentrated on listening to the phone.

The girl over there was obviously in a good mood. She asked him with a smile: "Did you see? It's snowing outside again."

Wen Can was stunned for a moment and turned to look out the window.

Looking closely, it was really snowing.

A frothy snow gradually fell over the city, illuminated by the lights that happened to be on.

The other side asked him again: "Guess where I am now?"

"Where are you?" Wen Can frowned and asked, "Are you here to find me?"

"Wow, I didn't realize you were so narcissistic..." Ye Kong laughed, "I'm on the rooftop, in the tent."

"Don't catch a cold again."

"I'm not that stupid - I brought the heater up with me."

“Don’t sleep in a tent.”

"No, I do. I like it."

"...Okay." Wen Can was a little helpless, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

“Are you so free now?”

“There’s always a way.”

"No thanks." Ye Kong refused, "Sometimes I also want to enjoy myself alone."

·

"and……"

Ye Kong sat cross-legged on the thick carpet and looked up at the sky through the transparent plastic window on the tent: "It looks like it's raining and snowing tonight."

As they were talking, the raindrops hit the tent with a crackling sound, and then turned into a waterfall and flowed down, making it look crystal clear in the faint light.

She was a little stunned: "It's very beautiful."

The falling hexagonal icicles had no time to melt before they were submerged by the rain falling from the sky, and then they curved and formed irregular ups and downs like mountains.

After chatting for a few words, Ye Kong hung up the phone, lay down on the carpet with his head tilted back, and stared at the sky in a daze as the sound of rain and snow enveloped the world.

·

Hang up the call.

Wen Can put down his phone and was about to look up to say sorry, but he was met with an indescribable expression on the old man opposite him - like shock, or perhaps a complex emotion mixed with relief and surprise.

The words on the tip of his tongue were stuck for a moment before he uttered: "You..."

Before it even started, I saw the old man opposite me tremblingly starting to take things out.

It was also carefully wrapped in a plastic waterproof bag, but it was much smaller than the previous notebook that was smaller than the palm of your hand.

It was not until she put the thing away and took her hand away that Wen Can saw clearly that it was a photo... no, it seemed like a painting.

The person above was not Ye Kong, but it was obviously the old woman's most precious thing. She had not even planned to take out the photo. It seemed that she changed her mind temporarily after listening to the phone call just now.

Wen Can looked at her, but the old man didn't look up. He just looked at the three things and sighed, "No more - she and I weren't very familiar with each other, and we had very few interactions. These are the only things related to her that I have in my hands."

She raised her hand and slowly pushed the small notebook in front of Wen Can.

The cover is plain and has no markings.

But she said: "If you want to know what happened to her in South Port, start with this diary."

"Is this yours?" Wen Can was a little surprised.

The old man shook his head: "It's hers."

"She wrote it down when her mind was still clear."

"..."

Wen Can's pupils shrank slightly.

"Still clear-headed?" He couldn't help but repeat, "What does this mean?"

The old man looked up at him.

The pair of eyes that looked dull and gentle, hidden under the dry eyelids, were surprisingly sharp and bright under the flash of lightning outside the window, as if a strange vitality suddenly exploded in her old body.

"You'll know when you see it."

She said mysteriously and expectantly.

It was as if what she took out was not a diary, but a treasure box full of treasures, and she was just waiting for the viewers to marvel at the contents of the treasure box.

Wen Can's originally tense heart was slightly calmed by her positive emotions.

If this is the attitude, then it shouldn’t be too bad, right?

He lowered his head and looked at the ordinary yellowed little notebook. After a while, he raised his hand and moved it to his eyes, opening the first page.

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Your name is Ye Kong.

Leaf of leaf, hollow of hollow.

You are from the Flower Box Orphanage in Flower Box County, Gotham City.

The dean’s surname is Sun, and he is an old man who likes to nag.

You have a dead non-blood brother named Yuanchu.

You also have a follower named Qu Wu. You rescued her from the Huahe County Welfare Home and sent her back to Yuzhou to find her biological mother. You promised to go visit her.

You can play chess, you can draw, you are a unique genius, you can rely on your own abilities to get anything you need to survive at any time, in any place and under any circumstances, so you will not be tempted by anyone who has nothing but money and status.

You are arrogant, conceited, and conceited, so you hate being bound. You are not anyone's adopted daughter, and you never intend to become anyone's adopted daughter.

You ran away from home to find your relatives, and you looked for your relatives to find the 100% love that Yuanchu mentioned - don't laugh, you stupid person with advanced emotional disorder.

Nangang doesn't have the relatives you want, nor the love you want, only bitches who want to skin you, drain your blood and suck your bones.

You just had the bad luck to be caught here and become a blood slave.

So, escape.

No matter how good they seem to treat you, no matter how obedient Qin Wu is to you, no matter how much those well-dressed idiots envy you for how lucky you are, it's all bullshit.

They are all your enemies.

Unless you want to be drained of your blood and buried in this manor that is big enough to hide many corpses, and become a fool dying in the dirty land, or be trapped in this hellhole for the rest of your life as a funny and ugly canary, otherwise, do everything you can to escape.

Or, kill them.