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When approaching the hotel, Han Shaoying couldn't help but ask, "How long are you going to stay here?"

Mo Ming continued to walk forward without stopping or looking back: "It depends on the situation."

"I heard that there will be fireworks here tomorrow night." Han Shaoyun followed with his pockets in his hands, "You will go and see it."

"I don't know."

Han Shaoyun didn't ask any more questions, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

The next evening, as expected, Han Shaoyun saw Mo Ming in the artificial lake square where the fireworks were about to be set off.

Wearing a beige sweater and jeans, with a mask pressed against his chin, Mo Ming was walking around the square before the fireworks on the lake started, holding a bunch of bright candied haws in his hand.

Country N has just entered autumn, and the evening breeze is cool and pleasant. Han Shaotong suddenly remembered that night in Chuanhai. What was the two of them talking about in the evening, I only remember the feeling of being full in the chest, I only feel that the person on the back is very light, and he can just carry him on his back and go on forever...

Sometimes I still feel that the doom he has come into contact with and felt in the past three years is not entirely fake.

When the sky was full of fireworks, Han Shaoying dared to approach Mo Ming. At that time, Mo Ming was looking up at the night sky in a daze. He walked behind Mo Ming, turned around, raised his phone, and patted Mo Ming's with the back of his hand. shoulder.

Mo Ming turned his head, Han Shaoying approached Mo Ming with a slightly crooked body, and took a picture with quick eyes and hands.

With his back facing the bright fireworks in the figure, Han Shaolong finally got a photo with Mo Ming as he wished.

In the next second, before Mo Ming could react, Han Shaoyu handed Mo Ming a bunch of candied haws that he had prepared earlier, and said with a compensatory smile, "I took pictures without permission, and this is compensation."

Looking down at the bunch of candied haws, Mo Ming mocked childishness, didn't reach out to pick it up, but turned around and continued to look up at the night sky.

Han Shaoyun felt that Mo Ming was not angry. He stood beside Mo Ming, fearing that Mo Ming might not hear clearly, he leaned into Mo Ming's ear and said, "After the fireworks are over, why don't we eat together... um."

In the middle of speaking, Han Shaoying was bumped by the crowd behind him, and his lips that were close to Mo Ming's ear suddenly bumped into Mo Ming's temples, as if kissing someone hard.

Mo Ming turned his head, frowned and stared at Han Shaoying, who hurriedly explained: "I'm not, I don't."

Seeing that Mo Ming was about to get angry, Han Shaoyun turned his head and scolded angrily: "Who, who bumped into me?"

There were so many people around, Han Shaotong couldn't find the culprit, so he turned around to explain to Mo Ming, only to find that Mo Ming had disappeared.

Not long after Mo Ming left, he looked back, and Han Shaoyun looked around like a headless chicken in the crowded crowd, obviously looking for himself.

The roar of fireworks is endless, and the gorgeous light and shadow reflect the lakeside square like daytime.

Mo Ming looked at the anxiously looking figure, frowned, turned his head and left.

"Stupid..."

Depressed murmurs were scattered in the wind, and the fireworks also lost their attraction at all. Mo Ming took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a mess in his chest.

This is the feeling he hates the most.

What this man likes is not the real him, and he doesn't want to impose his thoughts on Zhou Xu on this man. This kind of vague feeling can't last long at all.

Since it won't last long, why start...

Leaving the square, Mo Ming got into a taxi on the side of the road and prepared to go straight back to the hotel.

The car dealership was not far away, and the driver picked up two strange male passengers on the way. Mo Ming was not used to it, but since he was not far from the destination, he didn't say anything until he found out that the driver had been revealing the information intentionally or unintentionally. Watch yourself in the rearview mirror.

Mo Ming withdrew his gaze, looked out of the car window calmly, before a traffic light, he tried to open the door quietly, only to find that the car door was locked.

The man sitting next to Mo Ming was even more vigilant, and when he noticed that Mo Ming's hand was inadvertently reaching into his pocket to touch the phone, he moved it without hesitation.

Before Mo Ming could react in time, a gun sizzled from his waist.

The other party came fully prepared. During the struggle, Mo Ming's phone slipped from his pocket, and a call happened to come in. At the last second of losing consciousness, Mo Ming only saw the three words Han Shaoying displayed on the phone screen.

He is still looking there...

Mo Ming thought in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, Mo Ming found himself in a room similar to a restaurant box, leaning against the seat by the dining table, with his hands handcuffed behind his back on the chair.

The dining table is by the window, and one side can see the neon lights of the city in the distance as if it borders the night sky. This kind of perspective is obviously viewed from a high mountain.

Finally, Mo Ming gave his gaze to the man sitting opposite him, Pang Yuanqing.

"You don't seem to be afraid at all?" Pang Yuanqing looked at Mo Ming, with his fingers gracefully resting on his lapped legs, "You're not curious either?"

Mo Ming gently closed his eyes, and said slowly: "There are many things that need to be investigated and verified, but what you are doing now is equivalent to giving me all the answers in advance."

"for example."

"For example, Zhou Xu's life experience, death, or..." Mo Ming paused, feeling depressed for his own stupidity, "You asked Xia Qing to lead me here."

Pang Yuanqing smiled softly: "If you were not so persistent about Zhou Xu's death, you wouldn't be here today, but you have already investigated the orphanage where Zhou Xu was in back then. lose."

Although he had guessed earlier, Mo Ming was still shocked at this moment. Pang Yuanqing's words told him indirectly that his and Han Shaolong's guesses were true.

Zhou Xu is indeed from the Pang family...

"Pang Mingshun has never given up searching for the blood of the Pang family that was left behind. He wants a legitimate heir. No matter how loyal and filial I am to him, he is not as good as the blood relatives in his eyes. I am very fortunate to find Zhou Xu before him."

Mo Ming stared at Pang Mingshun, his eyes gradually bloodshot.

"I think that Zhou Xu must be a very important person to you. I'm sorry..." Pang Yuanqing said calmly, "I'm just walking on a path that a successful person must pass, but he blocked my way."

Mo Ming tried his best to free the handcuffs on his back, but after his futility, his eyes were filled with gritted hatred: "Bastard! He doesn't even know he has such a background."

"You should be glad that he didn't know that if he had recognized his ancestors and returned to the Pang family early, he would not have lived that long." Pang Yuanqing said unhurriedly, "It's like the pair of Pang Mingshun's sons and daughters who died together for more than 20 years. forward."

Mo Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. The bright light reflected on the thin lens, giving off a little green light, like the sight of a poisonous snake.

"Han Shaoyun's parents are, it's you..."

"I didn't want to harm his parents." Pang Mingshun lowered his head and stroked his empty wrist. "At that time, I just wanted the life of Pang Mingshun's son, but they were sitting in the same car."

"Your path... will not lead to good results."

"So I hope tonight will be the end." Pang Yuanqing picked up Mo Ming's mobile phone on the table in front of him, looked at the time, and said, "I used your mobile phone to send a message to Han Shaoyu, and based on the distance, he should be here soon. "

Mo Ming's fingertips were trembling: "Then you made a mistake, I can't take the initiative to ask Han Shaoyong, he can see your trick at a glance."

Pang Yuan smiled lightly: "So I just sent the address and the sentence 'I want to talk to you'."

The uneasiness in Mo Ming's eyes flashed... This really looks like what he would send to Han Shaoying.

"Even if he doesn't come here tonight, he's not ordered to leave country N. It's just that the plan is different and the way of death is different." Pang Yuanqing said. Inheritance, he's gone and the money will just be donated"

"This only shows that he is very clear about your ambition..."

"Maybe, but it's a pity, he is now lying in bed in a coma, and he has no chance to test me again."

"I don't think you can make the world seamless." Mo Ming stared at Pang Yuanqing, "With Han Changzong's wisdom, he will be the first to suspect you."

"N country owns nearly half of Dingsheng's overseas industries. I have more contacts here than Han Changzong. Even if Han Changzong believes that I am the murderer, he will not be able to find any clues to prove me here. Otherwise, why do you think I am here tonight? Be sure to show up here in person.”

After Pang Mingshun's death, the entire Pang family belonged to him. His identity and status were enough to refute everything.

The restaurant only has staff, and it seems that it has been booked out.

Han Shaolong reconfirmed the message from Mo Ming.

A staff member came up to inquire, and after Han Shaoyong explained the situation, the staff member led him to the box where Mo Ming was.

The staff told Han Shaoyun that this place has been reserved by this guest named Mo Ming.

Han Shaoyun frowned slightly...

Opening the door of the box, a gun was pressed to the forehead.

Looking at Mo Ming who was handcuffed on the chair not far away, and then Pang Yuanqing who was sitting opposite Mo Ming, Han Shaoyun closed his eyes heavily: "When I came here, I wondered why we chose such a far away place to talk."

The moment Han Shaoyu entered the door, Mo Ming Gaoxuan's heart suddenly exploded and trembling, he roared uncontrollably: "Then why are you here?! Are you so stupid?!"

Han Shaoyun: "I'm sorry, I was so happy at that moment..."

Mo Ming: "..."

"If you can leave your job and come to country N, what a little more distance." Pang Yuanqing smiled slightly, "Xiao Han, it's okay for uncle to invite you to come here, just sign a document."

"Really?" Han Shaoying stared at Pang Yuanqing, "I thought it was directly killing me?"

"I wish it was that simple."

At this time, two men came in, twisted Han Shaoyong's arm, and pressed him hard to the ground. The gun that was originally pointed at Han Shaoyong was now on Mo Ming's head.

Han Shaoyun glanced at Mo Ming and did not resist.

Pang Yuanqing's subordinates put a document in front of Han Shaoying, and Pang Yuanqing said: "This is a statement of voluntary renunciation of inheritance rights, you sign it."

Han Shaoyun took a deep breath: "If you don't sign it, you will die. If you sign it, you can't keep me alive, so why should I sign it?"

Pang Yuan said calmly: "If you sign it, I will at least give your people dignity."

As soon as Pang Yuanqing finished speaking, one of his subordinates walked up to Mo Ming, and stretched out his hand to untie Mo Ming's belt.

Han Shaoying's scalp exploded, and he struggled like crazy, almost getting rid of the two people holding him down: "What are you doing?! Fuck you! Stop it!!"

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Continuous electric shocks landed on Han Shaoying, and the painful convulsions made him unable to move on the ground. He tried his best to say hoarsely: "I... sign, stop, shit, I... sign..."

Only then did Pang Yuanqing order people to stop.

When Han Shaoyun regained his strength, a pen had already been stuffed into his hand.

After signing, Han Shaoyong was pressed on a chair again, and a video statement of renunciation of inheritance was recorded as required, and then a person came over and wiped Han Shaoyong's sleeve, and tied a syringe on his arm .

The same is true for Mo Ming.

Pang Yuanqing said: "Don't be nervous, this is just to cope with the post-mortem autopsy, just like Zhou Xu who was convicted of drunk driving back then."

Han Shaoyun struggled to raise his head, and saw Mo Ming looking at him with red eyes, and a layer of mist had already formed in his eyes... But he knew that Mo Ming was not someone who was afraid of death.

I don't know what the second injection was, and Mo Ming quickly lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself in a moving car.

The surroundings are quiet, and the car slowly descends along the road on the mountainside.

Mo Ming was lying on the back seat of the car, unable to lift his limbs a little bit, he only saw people sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, they looked like Pang Yuanqing's subordinates.

This is... where to go...

Mo Ming turned over with all his strength, but fell off the car seat with a muffled sound, and his body just hit Han Shaoyun who was thrown under the car seat.

The person in the passenger seat heard the movement, looked back at the two people piled up behind him, ignored it, and turned his head to continue looking ahead.

Mo Ming soon realized that he was lying on Han Shaoyun's body, the light in the car was dim, and he didn't know if the person under him was still conscious, so he called twice in a low voice, but the only sound in his throat seemed to be breath.

Mo Ming stuck out his tongue and licked Han Shaoying's chin like a kitten, his voice choked up: "Han Shaoying, Han Shaoying..."

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the mountain wind pouring into the car windows was whistling.

Suddenly, Mo Ming heard the sound of bones breaking.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a bend in the mountain road. The two people in front of the car got out of the car, opened the rear door and dragged Han Shaorong and Mo Ming out. Put on your seat belt and close the door.

Mo Ming tried his best but couldn't regain consciousness. He tried to bite his tongue and use the pain to dispel the feeling of numbness in his limbs, but the pain didn't help at all. In the end, he could only turn his head and look sadly at the person who was bound by the seat belt. In the driver's seat, Han Shaoying seemed to be still in a coma with his head down.

He shouldn't have come to country n...

"Han Shaoying..." Mo Ming said in a low voice.

"It's a pity the big star." The man leaned on the window of the passenger seat, looked at Mo Ming and said with a smile, "Drunk driving is very dangerous, so be careful in your next life."

The car was started, and the two men stayed away from the car, watching the car slowly drive towards the edge of the road.

Mo Ming looked at the end of nothingness, and slowly closed his eyes. The next second, he suddenly felt that the car was turning sharply, and his body was leaning to one side with this inertia.

Opening his eyes, Mo Ming saw Han Shaoying on the side slamming the steering wheel. His face was also weak, and his pale face was covered with fine sweat. His left hand was holding the steering wheel, and his little finger snapped back at a terrifying angle.

Mo Ming recalled the sound of bones breaking just now... This man actually broke his own finger?

However, even with severe pain to recover a little consciousness, it was not enough for Han Shaolong to control the car. After avoiding falling straight into the cliff, Han Shaotong immediately freed up one hand to unfasten the seat belts on himself and Mo Ming, and then used all his strength. Catch Mo Ming with all his strength.

Another of Pang Yuanqing's subordinates, who had been driving all the way behind just in case, found out that something was wrong, and immediately stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the car where Han Shaorong Mo Ming was.

Han Shaoyun dragged Mo Ming out, pushed the car door open at the last moment, and with a loud bang, the car overturned down the cliff.

The two of them rolled down the weedy steep slope all the way. The pain caused the body to regain more consciousness. Han Shaoyu randomly grabbed the weeds and stones along the wall, and after getting the buffer, he hugged Mo Ming on his chest and pressed it against his back. Sliding down the steep slope.

It was pitch black all around, and the lush weeds swished across his face like sawed whips.

There was a gust of wind blowing in his ears, and Mo Ming only knew that his body was constantly sliding down, rolling, and spinning in violent turbulence. He also clearly heard Han Shaoyun's almost uninterrupted painful moan in his throat.

After the violent roll, the car left the steep slope and fell in the air. It exploded at the bottom of the cliff, and thick smoke billowed into the night sky under the moonlight.

Looking at the fire below, Pang Yuanqing's subordinates contacted Pang Yuanqing to resume his life.

When Pang Yuanqing learned that Han Shaoyu was still conscious to fight before the car fell off the cliff, he immediately ordered people to check at the bottom of the cliff.

You have to see the body to count.