blind circle

The torrential rain washed the century-old castle ruthlessly. Outside the house, the "cracking" sound of rainwater hitting the glass and the "jingling" sound of knives and forks hitting the dinner plate inside the house sang in harmony, but no one at the whole dining table spoke.

Some people ate with gusto, while others ate it with gusto. Some flipped through the newspapers at hand while eating, and some sat there like statues after two mouthfuls, drinking the red wine in their hands alone.

The shining crystal chandelier hits everyone's silhouette on the marble floor, and each shadow does not negotiate with each other but waits for an opportunity in the dark.

Everyone at the dinner table has their own agendas.

On the other hand, Ji Liang kept stretching out his hand, and carefully put all kinds of food in the center of the square dining table into Shu Xin's dinner plate, watching the other party eat intently, with deep affection on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Shunzi raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth with a white scarf, and coughed lightly, "Mr. Xie, may I ask, how long have you been married?"

Ji Liang smiled brightly, "It's been a few years, but..." He wiped the corner of Xinzhanzhe Cream's mouth with a tissue, "Qingfeng and I are still in love."

Shu Xin paused for a moment. Although he lowered his head, he could feel everyone's gazes on him, and he began to feel slightly hot from head to toe.

Shunzi glanced sideways, and instantly saw the red mark on Shu Xin's neck. He slapped his thigh suddenly, leaned over and lifted the goblet to Ji Liang's face, with a hint of malice in his smile, "Yun Yuhuan Night is good, but you must also pay attention to your body!"

While Ji Liang raised his glass to respond, he saw from the corner of his eye that Shu Xin's cheeks were already blushing, and he was drunk before drinking. After the red wine passed through his chest, it was like a raging fire, making his body hot again.

Zhan Ying sat on the dining table motionless, watching every move of the three of them.His eyebrows raised slightly, "There are a lot of desserts, since Shu Xin likes them, let's serve some more."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and Amanda, the dumb girl who was waiting by the side, quickly brought out another plate of desserts from the kitchen.

The signal sent by the dumb girl during the day still puzzled Shu Xin. He watched the dumb girl slowly walking towards him with the dinner plate, but he didn't dare to look up at her.

The mute girl also lowered her head.

Just as she reached out to hand the dinner plate in front of Shu Xin, she accidentally knocked over the goblet with her elbow, and the red wine in the glass spilled all over Shu Xin!

"Wow!" Lisa exclaimed, and Ji Liang hurriedly picked up the napkin to wipe Shu Xin's suit.

"Tsk!" Zhan Yinglian's face was a little displeased, he scolded the dumb girl, and quickly put on a smile, "I'm so sorry!"

While wiping the dining table, the maid bowed frequently, looking panicked.

Shu Xin smiled and waved his hand, indicating that nothing happened.

Zhan Yinglian apologized, "Shu Xin, I have some new suits here. If you don't mind, you can go to my room and pick some for you."

Shu Xin was about to refuse, but Li Shengfeng echoed, "Go, Zhan has plenty of good clothes, pick what you like, don't be polite to him."

Shu Xin and Ji Liang looked at each other, Ji Liang stood up, "I'm with Shu Xin."

"Thank you, you have to stay!" Li Shengfeng said to Lisa who was beside him, "We haven't played bridge for a long time, and we can just join a table today."

Ji Liang's eyes were still hesitant, Shu Xin tapped the pocket of his trousers with his right index finger, secretly gave him a positive look, and picked up the briefcase on the seat.

In the pocket is the alarm that Ji Liang specially gave him when he went out, as long as he presses it, it will emit a sharp and piercing alarm sound.There is also a pistol/gun in the briefcase.

Ji Liang swallowed his saliva, and sat back in his original position.

Shu Xin followed Zhan Ying to the second floor, and the stairs spiraled upwards. There was a huge bust of Montgomery hanging on the wall beside it. A flash of lightning illuminated half of the face in the painting, which looked extremely strange.

"He's a good man." Zhan Yinglian held the stairs up without looking back. "He is Tom's cousin and the owner of this house. To show respect, I didn't take it off."

Shu Xin nodded, but did not respond.

"Have you brought the book?" Zhan Yinglian led Shu Xin up to the second floor, and pushed open the bedroom door, "I want to leave an autograph for you on the title page."

Shu Xin smiled, and lifted the briefcase in his hand.

Although from the current point of view, Zhan Yinglian should belong to Li Shengfeng's faction, but his intuition tells him that this person has no malice towards him, and Zhan Yinglian seems to have something to say to him.

If I guessed correctly, the glass of wine that was spilled was also arranged in advance.

The bedroom also has a classic European style, but as Li Shengfeng said, Zhan Yinglian's bedroom has a closet of nearly 20 square meters, and the suits in it are all made by famous designers from various countries.

"I can't tell that Mr. Zhan is so fashionable." Shu Xin gestured, and took out the pre-sale edition of "Wall Street Victory" and handed it to him.

"It's just a hobby, I don't usually like to wear it." Zhan Yinglian took out a pen from his breast pocket, and signed the words "Master in Black" with a swipe of the pen.

Shu Xin was a little at a loss in the dazzling cloakroom. He has never had high requirements for clothes, he just needs to be comfortable. Besides, it is someone else's clothes after all, so he doesn't know which one to choose so as not to offend.

With a smile in his eyes, Zhan Yinglian walked to the deepest part of the cloakroom, took out a small black suit and compared it in front of Shu Xin, "A good horse with a good saddle, this one is from the German designer Erni Gema's Hand, has been out of print since his death."

"For you." Zhan Yinglian took off the hanger, folded the clothes and stuffed them into Shu Xin's hands.

Shu Xin saw that this dress was very elegant in terms of fabric, tailoring and threading, and the tag hadn't even been taken off, so it was obviously expensive.

If you don't get rewarded for meritorious service, Shu Xin dare not ask for it.

But Zhan Ying walked out of the house without even turning his head. He turned his back to Shu Xin and waved, "Clothes must be worn by the right person to reflect his value."

"squeak--"

After Zhan Yinglian went out, he gently closed the door: "Don't disturb me."

Shu Xin was a little helpless, he carefully shook off his suit jacket, and tried to return the clothes to him when he was waiting for parting.

Suddenly, when the suit was unfolded, a piece of paper folded into a square fell out of the pocket.

Shu Xin unfolded it, and the A4-sized paper was clean and flawless, with nothing on it.

Shu Xin was a little puzzled, why would there be a piece of white paper with no writing on it inside a brand new suit, and it was purposely folded neatly?

Intuition told him that there should be secrets on this piece of paper, so he pressed the dark knob on the temple of his glasses, and sure enough, the whole piece of paper was covered with dense numbers and symbols.

It's the Enigma code!

Just now Zhan Yinglian said that this dress was made by the German designer Enigma. Although Shu Xin doesn't know much about the fashion industry, he vaguely remembers that during the E war, the people of country D tried to prevent their information from being captured by the people of country Y. The intercepted specially invented the Enigma cipher machine.

After the corresponding message is sent in Morse code, a key is required, but the key changes every day. After the people of country D invented the Enigma cipher machine, manual coding technology was no longer needed, and it also increased the difficulty of deciphering the cipher.

If this is an encrypted password, if you want to crack it, you must find the mother copy. Since Zhan Yinglian has worked so hard to encode what he wants to say to himself, then the mother copy must be in his hands.

"Remember to bring the book that was given to you!" Zhan Yinglian's words echoed in Shu Xin's mind instantly, the mother must be the "Wall Street Wind and Cloud"!

Shu Xin didn't care to change his stained clothes, he bent over the desk.

One page after another in the novel jumps quickly at the fingertips, and the dense numbers turn into one Chinese character after another under the tip of the pen.

The hall downstairs was filled with smoke, and a layer of colorful poker was spread on the square coffee table.

"Wow——, you lost again!" Li Shengfeng laughed loudly, patted Ji Liang's thigh, and took off the cigar from his mouth.

"Come again!" Ji Liang held a cigar in the corner of his mouth, the smoke made him hard to open his eyes.He pulled out a stack of dollars from his coat pocket with one hand and threw it on the coffee table, "It's your money."

Li Shengfeng clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "That's not enough."

Shunzi on the side groaned secretly, since he formed a team with Ji Liang at the poker table, he basically never won a game!

With slightly trembling hands, he took out a stack of crumpled dollars from his trousers pocket, threw it in front of Li Shengfeng, turned his head and whispered to Mira who was watching: "Honey, help me play for a while, I'm going to the bathroom. "

Mila flirted with the golden curly hair on her shoulders, and deliberately shook the snake-shaped bracelet on her wrist in front of Lisa, "Lisa, I will not show mercy to women like my fiancé."

Lisa straightened her back, and responded to her with a standard smile on her profile.

Seeing that the table of four was in full swing, Hua Chen on the side tilted his head and said to Fair, "We haven't had a good chat for a long time."

Feier subconsciously turned to the other side, but his face had regained his calm, "Everyone is no longer young, and people are old, so they don't have so much to say."

"A man in his 40s is the time when he is in high spirits. Don't be like a man in his seventies and eighties." Hua Chen patted Fair on the shoulder, "Go out for a walk, I still remember that we used to take a walk by the lake of Haval."

Fair hesitated for a moment, and after sliding his fingers across his waist, he made an OK gesture, which was what he used to do to Hua Chen when he was a teenager.

The torrential rain outside the house did not halve at all, and the big raindrops hit the black umbrella, making a crackling sound.

Two men in well-fitted suits hid side by side under the same umbrella, and the black umbrella handle stood upright in front of them, like a gap that could no longer be bridged.

Hua Chen deliberately tilted the umbrella to the side of Fer, and the rain had already soaked half of his shoulders.

"Thanks to you back then, you kid has always had a sharp mouth and a tofu heart. How can you be so obstructive? You just want to give me the car and let me run away!" Hua Chen smiled, his eyes glowing slightly in the dark night. Light.

Feier smiled wryly, "You nasty boy, I really shed tears at that time, I thought I would never see you again, but I didn't expect that we would meet soon," Feier turned the ring on his hand, his face A complex expression that has never been seen emerges.

The rainwater gathered into puddles on the ground, reflecting the silhouettes of two men. In an instant, the two of them seemed to have returned to the appearance of the old boys. The next second, the leather shoes stepped on, and the reflection in the puddle was crushed to pieces.

The two came to the edge of a cliff, and wave after wave slapped on the reef, accompanied by the roar of the storm.

"Dai Jia is dead." Hua Chen said calmly, looking at the dark ocean.

Fer was a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at Hua Chen again. The man in front of him had lost his youthful vigor and had already become calm and sophisticated. He was so indifferent that he couldn't find any trace of emotion on his face.

For so many years, Hua Chen completely erased this woman from his world, as if she had never appeared before.

He vaguely remembered the scene when Mary Dalgar came to ask for help after Hua Chen escaped...

Fei Er was severely reprimanded by his father for helping Hua Chen escape. After seeing Dai Jia, he immediately thought of Hua Chen in his heart, and his anger began to surge.

"what's up?"

"Please help me, please help me!" Dai Jia begged Phil.

Fei Er turned his head and saw someone not far away who had been secretly following Dai Jia.

"I'm going to find Hua Chen and beg him to help me. Li Shengfeng wants to marry me!"

Seeing the people behind him, Phil scratched his head impatiently, "Am I the Red Cross? Why do you want me to help?"

Although Feier complained, he still took Mary Dalgar into the car, and Feier ran all the way to get rid of Li Shengfeng's people.

The torrential rain hit Phil in the face, bringing his thoughts back to, "What's going on with Dai Jia?"

"She later did a lot of things in Huaguo, started a company, made money, and even wanted to kill someone in the end, but all her actions were to avenge me."

Hua Chen's eyes were full of vicissitudes. He recalled Dai Jia's voice and appearance, even when she died, there was hatred in his eyes.

"So she hates me so much...," Hua Chen lowered his voice, and suddenly turned to look at Fei Er: "Fair, do you...hate me?"

Phil sneered, but did not answer his question.

For the first time, he looked at Hua Chen with sharp eyes, and asked the question again, "Have you ever felt guilty towards her?"

Hua Chen's eyes were still calm, "I have loved her in my life, but we are not suitable," Hua Chen sighed lightly, "But...we are all old, so where is there any guilt? "

Hua Chen emphasized his tone, "It's you, Phil, are you guilty of me?"

"Guilty?" After Feier heard the word guilt, the facial features on his face began to become distorted, "Why do you talk about guilt with me! What qualifications do you have to talk about guilt with me!"

In a blink of an eye, the pistol/gun was loaded quickly, and the muzzle hit Hua Chen's forehead, "Throw out this broken umbrella in your hand, I know what's inside it!"