Inheritance

"Plank."

Chen Ting thought he was hallucinating, so he gave Chen Jin a blank look.

Chen Jin raised his chin and pointed to a large open space in front of the desk, "The right leg is inconvenient, but it doesn't prevent you from doing plank for half an hour, hurry up."

Although he had many doubts, he still staggered and posed on the ground.The plank is too simple for him, it is a child's skill practiced in childhood.

"This armed belt was given to him by your father's mentor. It is a warning. Where we are, if we make a decision, how many people will be saved and how many people will be killed." Chen Jin wrapped around him, hands He exerted eighty percent of his strength.

Swinging the armed belt hurts, not to mention that Chen Jin exerted force on purpose.

With just one blow, he was smashed to the ground.

Pain exploded behind him, as if he had been poured with hot oil, as if a layer of skin was about to be peeled off.

"stand up."

He lay on the ground and took a few breaths, bit his cheek, and stood up again.

"Crack!" He swung it down again, this time he was mentally prepared and didn't fall, his whole body was still trembling in pain.

Chen Jin clenched his armed belt tightly, and after a while, he slammed it down again.

After this blow, half of his face turned white from the pain, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"I'll just hit you three times, don't touch anything related to Netherfiend again." Chen Jin's cool voice was like silver needles piercing his heart.

With his current physical strength, he can take three hits at most, and his arms tremble slightly. If Chen Jin hits it again, it will be difficult for him to hold the plank for half an hour.He really wanted to hold back his strength and say, it's impossible, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.

"Think about it for yourself."

After Chen Jin finished speaking, he left him alone.

These three hits really made him a little dazed, he tried hard to keep his arms trembling, adjusted his breathing, and took a long time to figure it out.

When his father had an accident, Chen Jin knew far more inside information than he did. After five years of investigation, the information he had obtained was obviously better than him.

Chen Jin obviously didn't want him to know about these things, let alone participate in them.The undercover mission is over. Now that Chen Jin has obtained all the information of his new identity, it is equivalent to being under the nose of others, eh...

Even if he has the opportunity to apply for a job in the future, if he can't pass the test of his immediate boss, he still can't.The more he thought about the situation, the worse it was for him. He lowered his head and shook his head, sporadically dripping beads of sweat on the wooden floor.

Xiaoxing put the cooked dumplings on the table, wiped a handful of them on the apron with both hands, looked at Chen Jin who was writing something, then looked up at the upstairs, turned his eyes around and returned to the steaming hot on the table in the dumplings.

"Boom..." She reached out and tapped on the table twice.

Chen Jin Wenyin didn't raise his head, but was still busy with his hands, "Eat first, don't wait for us."

Xiaoxing hesitated for a moment, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get two other plates to cover the steaming dumpling plate. After eating a small bowl and cleaning it up, he started working on the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

After Chen Jin finished his work, the dumplings were still warm, so he took a copy and went upstairs.The kid was nestled behind the sofa, with his arms folded on his knees, his head resting on his arms, blinking, wondering what he was thinking.

Chen Jin walked up to him and put down the plate, and sat cross-legged on the ground himself, "Why, I hit you twice to get angry again."

Chen Ting pouted, "How dare you."

"Okay, let's eat first."

"..." Chen Ting didn't answer or move.

After Chen Jin was silent for a while, he said earnestly, "If the teacher was alive, he wouldn't want you to get involved in these right and wrong. Just be yourself and follow your original life path. I remember you used to love singing and dancing. of."

"That was before." After a pause, he added, "Now I don't like it anymore."

Chen Ting lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then turned his head to stare at Chen Jin, his voice was soft and hoarse, "Is it really not possible?"

"Furthermore, the three strokes just now doubled." The tone of the temperature dropped sharply with a little warning, "I can let you finish the police academy, which is already the biggest bottom line."

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, Chen Ting stopped talking about this topic, picked up the dumplings and started to eat, and stopped after eating half a mouthful.

"Brother, do you have any vinegar?"

Chen Jin was amused by him, "Go downstairs to eat, there is vinegar and soy sauce."

After 72 hours of natural withdrawal, the symptoms on his body gradually decreased, and even the attacks were not as heart-piercing as before.

At the end of the year, Chen Jin was busy with the year-end summary, so he didn't have time to watch him do his rehabilitation, but he couldn't stand Xiao Xing's eyesight, so he kept watching his schedule all day long.

He was holding the traditional Chinese medicine that Xiaoxing had just boiled, and before he drank it, the bitter taste had already spread to the internal organs along the sense of smell.Xiao Xing didn't leave, he just stood by the side and waited. Some waited patiently for him to finish drinking, and left with an empty bowl.

In fact, taking western medicine is quite good, isn’t it?

However, Dr. Yin Jun Yin feels that his body needs Chinese medicine to take good care of it, and Western medicine is not recommended.

have to……

I don't know how many days are left to drink bitter soup.

Xiaoxing pushed him, signaling to hurry up.

Sighing deeply, he let out a sigh of relief, coughed twice with his facial features tangled, and handed the bowl to Xiaoxing.

Xiaoxing refused to answer, but pushed him again, and pointed to the bottom of the bowl.

drink clean.

He was suffering from the heart, looked at Xiao Xing pitifully, and shook his head slightly.

Can I not drink.

Xiaoxing shook his head resolutely.

No.

Chen Ting showed an expression of "Why are you like this?", ended the silent conversation, drank the remaining medicine, turned his wrists to the ground with puffed cheeks, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

It's ok now.

Xiaoxing burst out laughing, made a gesture, and took the bowl away from him.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Chen Ting recalled that action, very puzzled, "What are you talking about me, little star, little star~~~?"

When Chen Jin came back at night, he secretly asked what the action meant.

Chen Jin watched him make a comparison, and told him sincerely, "Xiao Xing thinks that you are a childish ghost."

Chen Ting was very dissatisfied, "Where am I naive?"

Xiaoxing popped his head out from the kitchen, and made another gesture.

Chen Jin hid his smile and said, "Drinking the medicine."

Chen Ting glared at him with puffed cheeks.

Chen Jin patted him, "Okay, drink more medicine next time, don't let the little girl laugh at you. Go, pack up, put on a coat and down jacket, a mask, a scarf and a hat, and I'll see you before dinner on New Year's Eve. Take you to see some people."

"Who?"

"You'll know when you go, um, put down your crutches, the little cripple walks too slowly, he's in a wheelchair."

Chen Ting: "..."

On New Year's Eve, when the sky is getting darker, no one can be seen on the road, only sanitation workers are cleaning up the rubbish accumulated during the day.

Chen Jin stopped the car, and put a large box of packed canned sugar water into Chen Ting's arms.

"what is this?"

"Citrus wine fermented almond protein tea." Chen Jin put a few more on the box in his arms, "Hold on, Xiaoxing has been cooking it for a long time."

"Well……"

He was almost blocked by jars of sugar water, but fortunately, Chen Jin pushed him all the way to distribute them, all of which were distributed to the staff who were not allowed to leave during the New Year's Eve.

Sanitation workers on the roadside, patrolmen and security guards at shopping malls and stations to maintain law and order.

In Chen Jin's words, "Although these people are inconspicuous, they are like screws in the building. They are indispensable. Compared with our professions, their obscurity is more admirable. You can't go home early even at the age of thirty. Have a New Year’s Eve dinner with your family and stay at your post.”

Chen Ting touched the last undelivered sugar water in his bosom, raised his hand and shook it, "Can I keep it for myself?"

"can."

"Actually, I know what you want to say." He hesitated to speak, his stomach groaned twice, "Can we go back to eat first, Xiao Xingke made a table of delicious food."

"Okay, let's go back!" Pushing the wheelchair, Chen Jin ran towards the car, the cold wind whizzed past his ears, Chen Ting felt a little cold, shrank his head into the scarf, closed his eyes and sighed softly in his heart Take a breath.

******

New year and a new look.

Xiaoxing had only finished opening the door whip for a year, and was cleaning up the debris at the door.Chen Jin received the news that Ah Wei had escaped from prison, and Ye Xiao was scolded on the other end of the phone. On the first day of the new year, he went to search for people by copying guys.

Chen Ting was also upset, so he ate some food and drank some medicine, so he told Xiao Xing that he was going to sleep, so don't call him if there is nothing wrong.

After tossing and turning on the bed, his mind was full of A Wei's affairs, and he couldn't fall asleep. He simply got up and went to Chen Jin's study to find some books to read. He remembered that there was a book on criminal psychology that he hadn't finished reading.

He checked the bookshelves one by one, and found the book he wanted to read in the second row. He leaned on the bookshelf and flipped through a few pages at random. Suddenly, he remembered something, turned around and put down the book, and searched for things.In the cabinet of the desk, he found several folders stacked together, opened them and looked through them. Inside were newspaper clippings and notes written by Chen Jin.

The news reported was varied, there was a factory explosion accident, and a famous person was assassinated...

The earliest can be traced back to the last century, the most recent...

It was a smuggling case that occurred at the Haikou Wharf in Dongshi City five months ago, resulting in the injury of many policemen...

Sure enough, Chen Jin has been looking up things related to Netherfiend. In a pile of newspaper clippings, he saw a report on his father five years ago, with ironic headlines hanging brightly on the old paper.

"A police officer surnamed Zhang died at home due to an accidental explosion due to a natural gas leak at home"

He flipped through it hastily, and then went to other materials, one of which was the investigation materials of people from all walks of life, including political circles, business circles, and some even involved foreign countries...

One of them has a very familiar name, Chu Yu...

Chinese American Marshals.

At that time, the police officer who was in charge of changing his and his mother's identities seemed to have this name. Chen Jin checked what he was doing...

He couldn't find any clues for a while, so he quickly browsed the information in his hand. He has no special skills, just like his father, he has a good memory, but his father has been trained and can memorize 1 random numbers within 100 minute. , he can’t do it anymore, it’s probably okay to barely remember.

Ye Xiao mentioned before that Chen Jin worked in a place called 'Group N', and Chen Jin was injured before taking over him, five months ago...

He flicked forward a few pages of the information in his hand.

Dongshi Haikou Wharf Explosion...

"Group N..."

Netherfiend...

Hey, he slapped himself on the forehead, could he be any more stupid.

Chen Ting swiftly put away the pile of files and stuffed them back to their original place, aiming at Chen Jin's computer. The things stored on the computer at home are definitely not as important as the things stored in the office, but you can always find something from the browsing history and temporary files in the cloud, right? Certainly more than he knew now.

However, he underestimated the degree of security of Chen Jin's computer. It seems impossible for hackers with a certain level of ability to break through it. His half-skilled work is only a little bit smoother for playing games and opening plug-ins. It is not impossible for decryption, but he dare not try it. Too many times I was afraid of turning back and locking it, so I asked Chen Jin to clean it up.

If you don't get a red envelope on the first day of the new year, you will be beaten.

Hey, it hurts to hear it.