My monsters are going to heaven

"Hurry up."

Wen Yuan sat on the leather-covered Eight Immortals chair in the new office arranged by his superiors, and he was not quite used to the mahogany desk in front of him.

There is an unprecedented sense of unreality.

He got promoted.

Just today.

With the first paperwork, he became a senior inspector. It was like a joke, and he was promoted as soon as he said it.

The position is second only to Li Feiyun.

I also got an exclusive office and unlocked some privileges, such as being able to mobilize more people.

In the document, he was quite recognized for breaking the case of the old man who was ringing the bell.

It was the first time Wen Yuan had seen such a quick promotion.

It took Li Feiyun four or five years to become a senior inspector, and he only got the chance after solving nearly ten major cases.

He knew that the role of Adjutant Liu should not be underestimated.

Adjutant Liu once promised him something, but he didn't take it very seriously at the time.

The elders have said that in life, the promises of others should not be taken too seriously, but your own promises must be taken seriously.

Therefore, Wen Yuan never expected that this time, Adjutant Liu's promise came so quickly.

This was obviously an encouragement from Adjutant Liu to him.

But Wen Yuan will not give up on Adjutant Liu just because of this.

Instead, he became worried.

There is a sentence in his mind:

——If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.

Of course, with Adjutant Liu's position and identity, he wouldn't really commit adultery and robbery.

However, is it really just to thoroughly investigate the case of the Chen family to win over him so eagerly?

Even if it's for the son-in-law of a big shot, it's too caring.

What's more, this is just a prospective son-in-law.

Wen Yuan faintly felt that he was cut off from the world bit by bit.

It's like an isolated island.

Outside the island was covered with white clouds all day long, and he couldn't see the outside world clearly.

In the past, he felt that Li Feiyun was a trustworthy boss.

But not long ago, this trust could not withstand many doubts and collapsed.

For this Adjutant Liu whom he hadn't known for a long time, he couldn't even say that he had the slightest trust in him.

Instead of saying that Adjutant Liu and him are in a "cooperative" relationship, it is better to say that Wen Yuan is a gun in Adjutant Liu's hand.

When the last bullet is exhausted, isn't it also the ending of the cunning rabbit's death and the running dog's cooking?

Wen Yuan sighed secretly in his heart, and unconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

There, there is a sandalwood brocade box.

After confirming that the door was locked, Wen Yuan took it out, opened it with a key, and put the treasure inside in his palm to admire carefully.

That was Chen San, no, to be precise, something that Chen Jinzhi No. [-] "lend" him.

A casket of solid gold.

The outer shell is carved with peony-like patterns, and the three-dimensionally protruding petals of the outer shell are pasted with countless pieces of glass-type jadeite, and the edges of the petals are wrapped in gold like flowing water and stitched tightly, like this flower. Peonies of different shapes really grow and bloom out of this box.

So beautiful.

Gently sighed.

Wen Yuan stared at it intently, unable to move away for a moment, like an iron needle being firmly attracted by a giant magnet.

He hadn't seen much gold and silver jewelry, so he always thought that jadeite was green and shiny like those displayed in jewelry stores.

Unexpectedly, there is such a crystal-clear color that is as transparent as the beauty's cut water autumn pupils. Each flower has a different color, some with a light sky blue color, and some are soaked in ink...

Although the colors are different, they are without exception clearer than ice cubes and softer than colored glaze.

Beauty comes next.

This box has a kind of intimidating magic.

——On the side of the box, there is a half-bloomed peony, and there are two small green calyxes under the peony. Just push the green calyx downwards, and the box can be opened.

This is a snap button.

Wen Yuan had no special thoughts about it at first, but the longer he stared at it, the more he felt the urge to open it.

After a long time, this impulse turned from a trickle into a hot magma bursting from the ground, flowing through every capillary of him, making his heart itchy.

He took a few deep breaths and told himself, no.

——This is the golden box of the Chen family.

The golden box that was said to have been ordered never to be opened.

Wen Yuan couldn't help being amazed when he saw it for the first time. He never expected that this box, which is said to be priceless, was only the size of a palm.

A rich man's sarcasm appeared on Chen San's face at that time: "There is no absolute relationship between value and size, like the stones paving the road outside, there are many in the river, and some are bigger than my head, but But worthless."

Wen Yuan knew this truth.

He just never knew anything about wealth.

He still has doubts about the story Chen San told that day.

It's not so much doubts, it's better to say it's incredible.

Chen San sneered fiercely in the dark that day, telling him something that sounded very unreal.

He said, "I am naturally from the Chen family."

"But the Chen family is dead." Wen Yuan pointed out the facts mercilessly, "There are 59 households registered, and 58 died in one go a month ago. Nine of them are the real Chen Jinzhi, who also died half a month ago."

"You outsiders, how do you know if the dead are all the real Chen family?" Chen asked, and he laughed, "After all, you don't even know Chen Jinzhi from me."

Wen Yuan choked.

He considered it with ordinary thinking, and indeed almost forgot that this matter itself was unusual.

"Then who are you?" Wen Yuan said slowly, lighting up the lighter in his hand, and lit the kerosene lamp.

Under the light, Chen Sanqing's thin face was a little tired, but ignoring the tiredness, he had to admit that it was a pretty face, and every curve of his outline was full of youth and arrogance.

"Who do you think I look like?"

Wen Yuan didn't like to catch the ball he threw, but he didn't want to throw it back either.

He looked at the face in front of him, and said indifferently: "You and Chen Jinzhi look very similar. Or... your family looks somewhat similar."

He had seen photos of the 59 members of the Chen family, all of the descendants of the Chen family looked like their father, which showed the strength of paternal genes.

"No, your statement is not correct." Chen San's slender eyebrows raised, "To be more precise, it should be said that he looks like me."

Before Wen Yuan digested the content, he had already revealed the answer himself: "After all, no one would say that a father looks like his son, only that his son looks like him."

Wen Yuan absorbed the message in a very short time, and then remained silent for a full 3 minutes.

During these 3 minutes, Chen San kept a weird smile.

From time to time, the kerosene lamp made a beeping sound to remind the master that the wick was about to burn out.

And Wen Yuan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his mouth was pursed, his expression was completely frozen, as if locked in time.

Three minutes later, Wen Yuan and Chen San burst out laughing at the same time.

After Wen Yuan laughed, he said seriously, "If you hadn't laughed, I would have believed it."

Chen San said: "I laughed because you really didn't believe it."

— not because I was joking.

Wen Yuan said impatiently: "Chen Jinzhi's father, Chen Liancheng, is dead."

As if he was afraid of being fooled by Chen San, he added: "For many years, Chen Liancheng has been active in Jinling Town, not to mention the neighbors, even the old lady ten streets away, has seen him and knows what he looks like .Although he looked good when he was young, he has been blessed long ago. He is a middle-aged man with a full moon face, a rosaceous nose, and a lot of wrinkles."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Chen San: "And you look like 23 at most. Even if you have a baby face, over fifty years old, you won't look like this."

Chen San shrugged, and a young and sly smile appeared on his smooth and fair face: "That's why I have to find someone who will age normally and who is somewhat similar to me to replace me. As Chen Liancheng, in this town live on."

He raised Erlang's legs, rubbed his neck, and said, "Otherwise, in this ignorant town, I'm afraid I'll be caught as a monster and burned to ashes."

Wen Yuan's face darkened slightly, and his heart felt a little cold. He looked at Chen San: "Are you crazy? I heard that some mentally abnormal people often have some fantasies, such as mistaking themselves for other people. "

"I don't practice any sorcery, I'm not a monster, and I'm not a lunatic." Chen San said nonchalantly, "I can tell you the details of the Chen family's past, why? Of course the family knows best.”

He added unhurriedly: "Back then, when I found out that my body was in such a condition, I deliberately fell out with the only woman I liked, so that she would be disappointed in me, and even made me and her only woman I sent my son to my younger sister’s home in Beijing, because I already had a plan at that time. In order to maintain the dignity of the Chen family, I had to make some sacrifices... I spent a lot of time and money, and finally found someone close to me. Let him follow me to learn my living habits every day, and then go to the West to invite some plastic surgery doctors to make him more and more like me. Then, every once in a while, he will come out Going far away to do business, he eats more every time he goes far away, as the number of times goes by, he will become fatter and fatter, and naturally no one will find out that he is a fake."

"Why would he agree to such a ridiculous thing? Aren't you afraid that one day he will no longer be under your control and embezzle your property?"

"I have allocated my wealth early in the morning, and what remains in the Chen family is only a small part of the property," Chen San said unhurriedly, "I reached an agreement with him early in the morning, and I will give him prosperity, wealth and beauty like flowers and flowers." Dependent, he pretends to be his master Chen. He is Chen Liancheng in the light, and I am the one in the dark. When he gets out of the rein, I will send him to heaven. After all, a person picked out from a refugee camp I am a puppet who is not qualified to ask for so much."

"It sounds difficult to operate. I remember that you have many aunts and children, and they will always find something strange." Wen Yuan questioned.

"The woman I like will definitely find out that something is wrong, which is why I have to break up with her. Other women will not find out-they are just playthings, and the only thing they love is my money. I become It doesn't matter what they look like, they don't care."

Although Wen Yuan still didn't believe it in his heart, he could only ask along the way: "Since you haven't practiced witchcraft, why is your body in such a state? Is there still a disease of immortality in the world?"

"I remember I mentioned a gold box to you before." The smile on "Chen Liancheng" was gradually disappearing.

"You said at the time, your grandpa..." Wen Yuan felt a little weird as he spoke, so he changed his words, "You said, father took it for granted."

He no longer knew whether he should believe this man's nonsense.

"Yes. That's the one." "Chen Liancheng" looked away, as if looking into the distance through the peeling old wall, "I did open it out of curiosity."

"Open the box, so you become eternally youthful?!" Wen Yuan laughed.

"Of course it's not as simple as you think." Chen Liancheng sighed far away, "I didn't think about it at all, but the moment I picked it up, I felt it was calling me. One day, it was like a cat guarding a fish but unable to eat its mouth. Finally, one day, I quietly opened it."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, and smiled: "I will tell you what happened next time. You should also think about it during this time, whether you are willing to be with me - such a person who dares to dig out his heart, People who don’t hesitate to reveal their old background in front of you—cooperate. If you don’t want to, you just listen to what happened tonight as a story.”

Wen Yuan said firmly: "If what you said is true, I don't think I have the courage to cooperate with someone who can't even uphold basic professional ethics."

Chen Liancheng didn't mind Wen Yuan's sarcasm at all, but just took out a purple-black wooden box from his body.

He tapped the lid of the box with his fingers and said, "Inside this is the golden box."

He raised the corner of his mouth: "Inspector Wen, let me make a bet with you? I bet you... within seven days, you can't help but open it."

At this moment, less than three days later, Wen Yuan could hardly hold back anymore.

He finds it very strange. He has always thought that he is a very rational person with super self-control ability, and he thinks that he can resist most temptations.

Besides, it was just a beautiful and expensive box.

Why, the urge to open it was so strong?

A bold idea came out of nowhere.

——Even if it is really opened, who can find out?

This idea has been circling in my mind all night.

Wen Yuan tried his best to kill it in every corner of his mind again and again last night, but at this moment it quietly revived somewhere.

Like a ghost, Wen Yuan stretched out his hand to the live button.

Stop halfway.

Wen Yuan glanced at the room, and to be cautious, he took out a pen from the pen holder at the corner of the table, and gently pried open the snap button with a steel bamboo.

After all, who knows if there will be any mechanism inside?It would be troublesome if the poisonous needle flew out.

--"despair."

The buckle is open.

The top cover of the box popped open, revealing the contents.

Wen Yuan held his breath, his heart pounding against his chest uncontrollably.

He carefully looked inside.

In the golden box, lay a piece of paper quietly.

Suspiciously holding it up with his hand, he found a line of words written on the back of it.

flip over.

Wen Yuan's eyes were so wide that he almost fell out of the window, the note had slipped through his fingertips and landed on the table.

The cold sweat that had just oozed from under the forehead was still cool.

After a while, he let out a hearty laugh.

In the evening, Jin Poluo returned much earlier than Young Master Lu.

Lu Yiming said that he was going to find his old friend to catch up on the old days, so he sent him away first.

What other old friends did he have that he hadn't heard of?

Kim Poro sneered and entered the yard.

The yard was quiet.

The house is really quiet.

In the surrounding houses, there is a wonderful spring, not only no spring grass grows here, there is not even a cricket.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door that had just been closed, which seemed abrupt in the desert.

Kimporo walked over slowly and opened the door.

A man and a woman stood outside the door.

The woman is a young and beautiful woman, wearing a light green cheongsam, with a graceful figure.

The man, wearing a gray servant's coat, held a tray in both hands.

On the plate were some exquisite pastries.

The woman grinned at Kimporo, and said softly: "Excuse me. I just moved in from the next door today. There are some homemade pastries here. I would like to invite you to try them. It is also good to be neighbors in the future." There is a note."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Jinpoluo looked cold and didn't respond, she couldn't help being startled, and added with a smile: "My surname is Zhang. You can call me Ms. Zhang in the future, or you can directly call me by my name, Zhang Yanyun."

She raised her head and glanced at the plaque on the door beam, saw the mottled words "Lu Manor" on it, and said, "Ah, you are Mr. Lu, right? I heard Qin Qiu mention..."

Kim Poro neither admitted nor denied it.

He just stretched out his right hand, took the tray steadily, said "thank you", and closed the door again without saying a word.

This woman has no evil spirit on her body, only a faint scent of incense powder, which smells like very expensive spices.

Good-looking, well-dressed, well-behaved, and well-spoken, just like a female family member of a wealthy family should look like.

But Kim Poro felt that she was very uncomfortable.

It's indescribably strange.

It's not like that Miss Zhao's fourth lady, who is so comfortable, it makes people feel very comfortable.

Outside Jinling Town.

After the setting sun passed away, all the golden light of the river water was reduced, leaving only the quiet blue.

The people in the boat are eating.

Three people are eating.

Zhou Xiaosheng held a chopstick of spicy chicken diced, put it in his mouth, relished: "Ruoxuan, your skills have improved."

Zhou Ruoxuan grinned: "Mr. Wu is in charge tonight, I'm just helping."

"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Zhou Xiaosheng glanced at Wu Qingyue, "Is there anything new recently?"

"No." Wu Qingyue said indifferently, "I'm not in the mood to do that recently, I want to rest."

Zhou Ruoxuan said: "We will go back to our hometown after a while, do you want Mr. Wu to go back with us?"

"No." Wu Qingyue refused flatly.

"Ruoxuan." Zhou Xiaosheng winked at Zhou Ruoxuan, and smiled at Wu Qingyue, "Mr. Wu, what are your plans for the future?"

"No." Wu Qingyue chewed the rice in his mouth, as if he didn't intend to say another word.

"Ruoxuan, go to the attic above and get me a book, that "Fang Yu Zhou Zhi"."

"Why do you suddenly want to look at that while eating?"

Although he was somewhat reluctant, Zhou Ruoxuan still put down his chopsticks and walked up.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Zhou Xiaosheng's usual warm expression disappeared into the depths of his eyes and disappeared.

He looked at Wu Qingyue coldly, and said, "The surname Wu, I think, has always treated you kindly. Why do you always put on airs here?"

Wu Qingyue laughed: "I'm here for money, and you keep me here for my craft. Everyone gets what they need, where is the thickness? I have never owed you anything."

"Are you here with me, are you really looking for money?" Zhou Xiaosheng's mouth curled into a mocking arc.

"I don't want to talk to people who show people with fake names." Wu Qingyue pursed the corners of his lips, "Boss Zhou, let's get together and break up."

Zhou Xiaosheng was about to say something, when a boy in black hurried in: "Master, someone is here."

Zhou Xiaosheng's expression tightened, and the warmth in his eyes reappeared: "Who?"

"Master Lu."

"Why is he here?" Zhou Ruoxuan came down from the small attic with a thick ancient book, he heard the servant's words, and asked aloud.

"He must be impatient." Zhou Xiaosheng laughed.

Two days ago, Zhou Xiaosheng told Lu Yiming that "two days later" he would go to talk to him about the family history.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yiming was really accurate for two whole days.

Lu Yiming raised his legs and walked up to the barge that the building had just lowered, feeling inexplicable.

The black-clothed boy next to him suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes lightly.

"Huh?" Lu Yiming stopped and laughed, "Why?"

"Young Master Lu, today...you came at a bad time." The boy in black said softly in a volume that only two people could hear.

Lu Yiming turned his face sideways, and looked at the young man beside him.

It turned out that he was the one who had screwed his head off in the rainy night.

I was also taken aback in my heart, with a calm expression on my face, I smiled to myself: "I'm just here to catch up on the old days, am I disturbing you?"

"Let me advise you, you should leave quickly." The black-clothed boy whispered, "My master is not a kind person on the surface. If you don't leave, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Lu Yiming was startled.

He never expected that someone would slander his master like this.

But on second thought, this cousin of his, whom he has known for a short time, does not know the basics.

I didn't know what to pick up for a while.

The boy in black continued to say in a low voice: "Tonight is Mingyue."

"What Mingyue?"

"Mingyue, it's the day when my master... wants to do something." The boy in black was about to say something more, but a warm and pleasant voice sounded above his head: "Qingchen, why don't you hurry up and bring the guests here? What can the guests do?"

Qingchen's face turned pale, Weiwei said: "Yes."

Lu Yiming hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at Zhou Xiaosheng, only to see that he was looking down from the second deck leisurely with the light behind his back, his expression was invisible.

Above his head was a cold bright moon with a light blue halo.

At first glance, with such a halo, he looks like a western god.

Lu Yiming looked at Jin Poluo who was slowly approaching with a blank face, and couldn't connect him with the person who just clung to his bed just now.

He smiled and waved.

Lu Yiming felt a strange feeling in his heart.

I always feel that this woman... looks familiar?

Obviously these five senses are just the first time I see them, but I always feel a sense of familiarity.

Even with his back to the sun, his handsome features still paint the air with a knife-sharpened outline.

He doesn't usually smile.

When not smiling, his expression is as cold as a lone mountain for thousands of years, which makes people hold their breath inexplicably.

Her slender hands, like those carved from jade, folded in front of her slender waist, making her look even more slender and charming.

Sometimes a servant would come forward and talk to her in a low voice, and she would nod from time to time, with an indescribably calm and unconventional coldness in her calm expression.

Lu Yiming was startled, remembering that the Qin family siblings said a few days ago that someone wanted to buy their Qin family's old house.

The sound of Jinpoluo's lazy footsteps came from behind him, and Lu Yiming then withdrew his lost sight and turned his head.

Today, Jin Poluo was wearing the western-style white shirt that Lu Yiming picked out for him, and a gray-black vest over it. His dyed black hair was combed up to a three-to-seven point, looking extraordinarily refined.

Lu Yiming smiled politely at the other party and nodded.

The woman returned a smile that was so faint that it almost disappeared into the air, then turned around and walked gracefully into the house.

— There are furniture wrapped in long black cloth, large blue and white porcelain, and some mahogany boxes.

A young woman in her early twenties stood by the door wearing an exquisite blue cheongsam. Her delicate face and graceful figure made her look like a white rose slightly blooming among the green leaves with morning dew in it. Being motionless there, there is an agility that even first-class painters cannot draw.

Because whether it is her temperament, the material of her clothing, the meticulously combed hair, or the astonishingly white and tender skin, it all shows her decency and status.

Sensing the curious gaze from Lu Yiming not far away, the woman's eyes flickered, and she greeted her gaze generously.

Exactly new neighbors.

Presumably this is the new owner entering the house.

Then, that young woman should be the female relative of the new owner's family.

Early in the morning, there was some noise in the usually quiet alley outside.

Lu Yiming, who was rushing to the shop, pushed open the door, and saw several beautiful black cars parked in front of the Qin family's old house next door, which had been vacant for a long time.

Some people who look like servants are orderly and well-trained, constantly moving things into the house from the trunk of the car.