old man feeding rules

The wind blows across the endless wheat fields, faint singing sounds come from afar, and the setting sun slantly shines, reflecting the desolate man shuttling through the grass.

Jiang Xun's shirt was wet with sweat mixed with blood, and there were fresh scratches all over his body, looking very embarrassed.

At this time, two hours had passed since he parted ways with Gao Ju and Song Shensi, and he deliberately chose to break up in a barren mountain because he was worried that the surveillance cameras all over the city would record his tracks and cause them unnecessary trouble.

He stood up, heaved a sigh of relief, and pulled out the sweaty invitation letter from his arms. He knew that this was a challenge given to him by the other party, and it was also his last chance.

He wiped the dusty sweat from his face, clenched his fists to control the trembling of his body, and walked towards the mansion standing in the deep bushes.

He clearly only stepped foot once, but the memory is so deep that it seems like he has spent countless days and nights here. This damn memory will always drag him into the abyss again when he thinks he is far away from pain.

He looked up at the dilapidated and gloomy house wrapped in vines, and he didn't have the courage to approach it for a moment. Every time he took a step, Jiang Juan's voice lingered in his ears:

"The person who killed my father was Jiang Yu."

"Jiang Yu...he is your father."

"...Jiang Xun, I really hate you."

Whenever he thinks of Jiang Juan's pain, his resentment towards his father whom he has never met becomes even more intense. When he thinks that he is going to cut open the dirty mud and peel off a rotten and stinky soul, he feels so terrified. Unbelievably disgusting.

"If I had known that taking your life would cost so much, I would never have chosen to be born in this world from the very beginning."

After talking about Jiang Xun, he regretted it. Now he is no longer the young master who has no taboos and relies entirely on his own happiness. He has a different view on life and death, and he is also very careful in his mouth. Voice.

The house has not been taken care of for many years, and the surrounding bushes and bushes have grown as tall as a person. Jiang Xun walked half a circle before he found a gap that could barely allow a grown man to pass through. While pushing the window glass, he muttered to himself: " Why does Lao Tzu go back to his property like a thief?"

Speaking of the reason, it was nothing more than that when he was young and energetic, he looked down on all the things that the dead ghost's father left him. If it wasn't for Wen Zheng's advice, he might have given up worrying about it long ago. Now that I think about it, thanks to the Wen Zheng dissuaded him, otherwise the house would really change hands, and now it would be difficult for him to come back and find some evidence.

His injury has not fully recovered, and the pain is severe even if he moves a little bit, especially when he just stepped into the room and was coughed by the long-standing dust inside.

It can be seen that no one has been to this old house for a long time. The interior of the house still maintains the appearance before the owner passed away. The carpet in the living room is faded by the sun, with coffee stains on it, and the blanket is also from the edge of the sofa. He fell to the ground. Judging from the current situation, it may be that Jiang Yu suffered a myocardial infarction while he was taking a nap. When he called for help, he knocked over the cup and saucer on the table, and the coffee spilled all over the floor. His personal driver followed the sound and was delivering There was a car accident on the way to the doctor, and both of them died.

At any rate, Jiang Yu was considered a hero of the previous generation in the business world, and it was embarrassing to end up like this. Although Jiang Xun had a prejudice against his father, he still had to admire his ability in this regard, and felt somewhat moved.

After that, most of the people who worked under Jiang Yu were divided into two factions. They either embraced him as the "prince" to ascend the throne, or dreamed of the Spring and Autumn Dream of prying assets from him. The blood flowed, and the last one failed to stay.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that Jiang Yu was quite pitiful. He had never met anyone who treated him sincerely in his life, and they only stared at the benefits he could give. Thinking about it this way, he seemed to be able to understand why he refused. Trust outsiders.

"Tsk."

Jiang Xun bypassed the living room and walked around several floors. The place basically remained the same as when he came a few years ago. Wen Zheng didn't send someone to clean it. The furnishings in the room were also arranged by Jiang Yu himself. It will give people an illusion of close contact with the deceased.

He picked up the photo frame on the cabinet and brushed off the dust with his hand. The man in the photo was much younger than the black-and-white photos he remembered. Inexplicably, he felt a kind of look that he had seen on the faces of Lao Liang, Wu Guangping and Gao Ju, a kind of warmth that shouldn't be shown in Jiang Yu.

--love.

The person in the photo is him?

Jiang Xun carefully looked at the man's face, and he had to say that he looked a lot like him. Blood relationship is really scary, it can forcefully bind two unrelated souls together, so he couldn't help but worry. If the same blood as Jiang Yu is flowing in his body, will he also walk on the same path as that person in the end.

Thinking of this, he shook his head mockingly.

"You and I are still different."

He put the photo frame back to its original position, but felt that it couldn't match the traces of dust left on the cabinet. After moving it a few times, the old and dilapidated cabinet frame let out an overwhelmed wail, and declared it scrapped, "Squeak——" It collapsed with a sound.

Jiang Xun subconsciously supported the cabinet board, and before he had time to scold his mother, the whole cabinet collapsed, and he had to dodge and retreat, watching the bookshelf shattered into a pile of wooden boards.

He was still a little at a loss, he was choked by the aroused dust and coughed, he felt a fishy and sweet smell in his throat, he took a few steps back, and suddenly found a piece of the wall behind the cabinet, and the edge of the wallpaper was warped When he got up, he obviously couldn't bear the ravages of time, and finally exposed himself, otherwise, a few years ago, he might not have discovered that there was a space hidden behind it.

He moved away the obstructions and knocked on the wall, and there was a hollow echo under his palm, which was different from the dull sound elsewhere, and it was obvious that the rear was a hollow structure.

He used the knife he carried to pry open the wall panel along the edge, awakening a few sleeping bugs, crawled away in a panic, cleaned the surrounding insulation material, and exposed an iron door.

There was a thick layer of dead rust on the door, which looked like an old thing. The door lock was still an old-fashioned lock cylinder, which was easy to pry, and only needed two wires.

However, the style of the door lock reminded him of the key with a broken handle that he found in Yang's hometown. Before that, he used hot melt glue to extend the handle of the key, but inserted it with the mentality of trying. When there was a crisp "pa", the string that was tense in his heart also tightened.

... How could Qin Shu have the key to Jiang Yu's residence?Qin Shu really left this thing to him?

Jiang Xun felt that the possibility of Qin Shu knowing the origin of this thing was almost zero. The biggest possibility was that someone borrowed his hand to transfer the thing to him, and even Qin Shu didn't know the specific use of this thing.

For a while, he couldn't think of anyone who could entrust Qin Shu to keep and hand over the things related to Jiang Yu under the condition of trusting Qin Shu. This kind of feeling, which is obviously farther away from the truth, seems to have stepped into a cloud of fog is really frustrating. people anxious.

But no matter what the opponent's purpose is, all of this should be answered after he touches this door leading to the past.

Jiang Xun hesitated for a moment, pushed open the iron door, and illuminated the space inside with the front lights.

Surprisingly, the space in this secret room is not small, and there are several bookshelves lined up against the wall. From a glance, it can be seen that there are some file folders stacked on them, and the time is marked on the spine, which seems to have been carefully maintained. .

Jiang Xun took out his mask to cover his mouth and nose, curled up and carefully slipped in.

He thought it was a bit ridiculous to say that he was already on the side of the perpetrator, but he still wanted to protect the scene from the police who searched one step later than him. If the evidence left was just enough for them to take him to court, then he would If you spend the rest of your life in prison, you will regret it.

"Cough! Hiss... Huang Zhe who fucked your uncle, mother..."

Every time the wound hurts, he has to insult Huang Zhe who persecuted him once. It has become a habit developed in the past few days. Ask for something to save your life.

He took out the metal box from his pocket, took out a needle for pain relief, bit the cover, pulled out the needle, pierced into a blood vessel in his arm, and slowly injected the medicinal solution into his body. Drug effect onset.

He didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. He who used to be so afraid of pain and suffering has now made himself such a virtue that he is neither human nor ghost, and there will always be people who love him...

People are always sentimental when they are injured. After a while, the pain of the injury is not so painful, and the mood gradually stabilizes.

Jiang Xun supported the wall and stood up, dragged his still weak body to the bookshelf, and flipped through the old documents.

The light in the secret room was dim, and he had to hold his mobile phone in his mouth to free up both hands. He flipped through a few books and found that they were all trivial old accounts, basically of no reference value.

Just as he was putting the last book back to its original place, the light swept into the space under the desk. He looked down and suddenly found that the dust particles on the ground were much thicker than those normally found indoors. Rubbing, looking at the fine dust stained on the fingertips and the fingerprints left on the ground, I suddenly realized a creepy fact.

It's not dust, it's sand!

This thing will appear here, it is only possible that someone has come to cover up the traces, and it is likely to be in the near future.

When he discovered this detail, he held his breath, but he really heard that gasp that seemed to be light as nothing, right next to his ear.

The body reacted one step earlier than his consciousness, and relying on the effect of the painkiller injection, he could not feel the pain, so he had nothing to worry about. In the space, the wind sound of limbs passing through the air can be clearly heard.

He knew that the opponent would definitely guess the path and routine of his attack when he was prepared, so he reacted one step earlier, before the fist landed on the opponent's face, he raised his arm and attacked his ribs, with a sound With a crisp sound, the other party let out a muffled grunt, and fell to the ground where the paper had been bounced off, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Xun covered his nose with his arms and coughed a few times, then raised his hand to shine the light on the person who came.

The other party moved from a bright place to a darker secret room. There is no possibility that the eyes cannot adapt to the light for a while. Jiang Xun can be 100% sure that the purpose of the person turning his head to avoid his gaze at this moment is very simple-he must know this person.

Thinking of this, the uncomfortable feeling of doubt and being suspected in his heart was relieved. He patted the dust on his body and stretched out his hand to that person.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. Apart from Qin Shu and Anxi, the ones who can freely enter and exit the city bureau without arousing suspicion from outsiders, there is also a fucking you who can go to heaven and earth, and can turn rivers and seas. How can you come out for nothing now? , are you going to die with me?"

After venting enough anger in his heart, Jiang Xun's expression darkened, he grabbed the man by the collar, pushed him to the ground, and rode up, and at the same time called out in the most rare calm tone in his life: "Lu Kuang !"

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~

Today, I arranged an official match for Jiang Juan during the plot behind the code. I feel that I can write a separate story. Some people like stand-ins.

Thanks to Haofeng for tipping 2 hand grenades than Drunken Cutie, and Brother Xun’s little wife, Cutie for donating 1 mine, thank you for feeding! !