Mr Killer Next Door

"Of course. We're coming."

Jiang Yu quickly adjusted his facial expression and smiled at the old man.

The moment they passed each other, the housekeeper calmly looked at the camera that had no power and turned off. He didn't step forward, nor retreated to the stairs.Instead, he stood up straight, and even the smile on his face was fake and stiff.

"Master, is hide and seek interesting?"

Qiu Shihuan went upstairs without looking back: "Of course."

"That's good." The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth remained unchanged, "My guest, are you satisfied with everything here?"

"The process of playing is always very interesting." Jiang Yu arched his shoulders and said, "But one thing worth caring about is who is the final winner?"

They arrived at the living room under the leadership of the butler, opened the door and entered, and were greeted by the aroma of food.

The lighting and decoration are deliberately arranged to create a warm family atmosphere, with servants surrounded by warm yellow beams.

The variety of meals on the table is extremely rich, and as far as the eye can see, there is a pot of ginseng chicken soup that is boiled soft and fragrant, ranging from sugar cakes to spicy squid.

The rest of the dishes are lined up in order, and the rice is placed on the main seat, the middle seat and the side seat facing the main seat.

It seems that the location has been decided before the meal.

When they arrived, more than 20 minutes had passed since the meal time.The owner of the house did not mind the long wait.

He was wearing an off-white vest and suit, and even his tie was tied meticulously. His complexion was mature and sexy.This more formal and serious style is not like going to a family dinner, but like a father who wants to stand up in front of others.

Before taking his seat, Jiang Yu met the cold eyes of the man—Qiu Ang, a cruel and cold-blooded politician, a wise businessman, a behind-the-scenes manipulator who covered the sky with one hand, and at the end of multiple identities, he was also the father of his lover.

This extraordinary father and dictator raised his glass to Jiang Yu and smiled calmly.

Jiang Yu nodded, but couldn't help but think of the blue-eyed child in the photo.

The child had obvious mixed-race features, and looked about seven or eight years old, which was strikingly similar to Qiu Shihuan's age when he was adopted.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but have a strange association.

In such a simple family relationship, another new related person has appeared.

This cannot be ignored.And such a child who has never been mentioned is often entrusted with some kind of strong emotion.

Judging from the age, it is very likely that they are related by blood.

Qiu Shihuan naturally walked to his father's right and opened the middle seat.

Qiu Ang smiled softly at him.

"You've grown taller, my boy. Is the food out there alright?"

"Very good." Qiu Shihuan looked at the tableware and responded without changing his expression, "I like desserts."

"That will speed up your tooth decay." Qiu Ang shook his head, "Tomorrow I will have the family doctor over to check you up."

Qiu Shihuan pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Qiu Ang was not surprised to see his son lose interest in the conversation.He quickly set his kind eyes on Jiang Yu.

"Nice to meet you, Officer Jiang."

Hearing the other party's clear statement, Jiang Yu raised his wine glass and took a sip.

"Me too, President Qiu—I have really admired your name for a long time during my tenure."

Qiu Ang laughed.

"Actually, the purpose of calling police officer Jiang over is to understand Shihuan's current situation, and the second is to resolve the misunderstanding between us."

"President Qiu thinks we have misunderstood?"

"Isn't Police Officer Jiang the clearest about this?" Qiu Ang put down the red wine pointingly, and rested his fingers on his chin, "Because of certain false allegations, there have been a lot of unhappiness between Officer Jiang and me. Even if everything was clarified later, after all these years, Police Officer Jiang is still getting deeper and deeper in the hatred."

Jiang Yu smiled indifferently.

"You misunderstood. In the face of such convincing witness testimony, of course I have to stop losses in time-although what makes me more envious is that those witnesses either disappeared or made a fortune overseas. From this point of view, human opportunities are also very important .”

"Of course, smart and sensible people always get what they want."

"Now that I've clarified the misunderstanding. President Qiu, besides red wine and steak, there must be some desserts on the table."

Qiu Ang also responded with a smile: "What kind of dessert does Police Officer Jiang want?"

"A few appetizers will suffice."

"Then, I sincerely hope it doesn't taste too sweet."

"Of course." Jiang Yu smiled, "As far as I know, President Qiu was only in his 30s when he adopted the child. Why don't you want to start a bloodline family? Or are you actually a celibate? By."

Qiu Ang drank the red wine and answered the question that might be rejected.

"I've thought about it and acted on it. But the right partner also needs to be prepared to be a mother and an educator, not just a reproductive activity. Having a child is easy, and educating and idealizing them , but it is difficult to achieve.”

"Why did you choose Shihuan? A growing environment without a mother doesn't sound like President Qiu wants."

"I noticed it during charity activities, because his eyes are very beautiful." Qiu Ang didn't change his face, and glanced at his adopted son with a smile, "As long as you look into this child's eyes, you will be unable to extricate yourself. With such a pair of blue eyes Child of the eyes, what reason do I have to run away?"

Jiang Yu understood.

"President Qiu seems to like blue eyes very much, is there any reason?"

Qiu Ang didn't answer, but put down his wine glass with a half-smile.

"——It's just a simple liking. Don't you think? It's a beautiful night, Police Officer Jiang, with a child I haven't seen for a long time. And a kind person who sent him home." He spoke softly and calmly, Sworn enemies who are too close to kill each other, "How do you think we celebrate? With wine? Or something else."

"It's fine as usual." Jiang Yu lowered his head, "Before the coming-of-age ceremony begins, such extravagance will actually lower the child's expectations."

"That's right. Then, as a father, I want to ask about Shihuan's recent situation." Qiu Ang gestured to the maid to come forward to pour wine, "Did he cause you any trouble?"

"Taking care of a small piranha in a greenhouse is bound to be troublesome. The important thing is how the adults treat it. I think he has behaved very well so far." Jiang Yu thanked the maid and raised his glass with a smile, "Maybe You should find an opportunity to let your child grow up independently."

Qiu Ang intentionally avoided the word "independence".

"Shihuan is very obedient and well-behaved. He is an obedient, but somewhat arrogant and stubborn child. But the more ignorant the child is, the easier it is to be influenced by the outside world."

Jiang Yu glanced at Qiu Shihuan who was savoring the biscuits with a fork.

The child's jaw was tense, and the police officer realized that he might not like his father's description.

"This is just your personal opinion." Jiang Yu greeted him with a smile, "No matter how immature a child is, one day he will grow up without his father."

I don't know why, after saying this sentence, Qiu Ang didn't respond for a long time.

The silence and the clatter of cutlery became the only seasoning for the dinner.

Just as Jiang Yu raised his head in bewilderment, trying to find a flaw in the owner's face, Qiu Ang casually summoned the maid.

"Turn on the TV." He said, "I think Officer Jiang is also curious about how the situation outside has developed."

The built-in LCD TV has been turned on during the speaking gap.

Jiang Yu didn't look up.

[Recently, the video widely circulated on the Internet has been confirmed by relevant personnel, saying that the club involved does have serious management problems.Relevant departments captured a group of fugitives at four o'clock in the morning. 】

[The whereabouts of the relevant responsible persons headed by Jin Youzhe are still unknown. 】

Jiang Yu put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked over the dazzling meals on the table and looked at the people behind everything.

The man in suit and leather shoes sipped the wine indifferently, and hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully.

"Is this what you want, Officer Jiang?"

"I don't understand what you mean, President Qiu. Isn't that what every federal citizen wants when a criminal pleads guilty and submits to the law?" Jiang Yu replied calmly, "Adults should indeed teach their children some correct thinking. Laws are made, not for decorations, but for rules and bottom lines. Even games have to have rules. As a father, I think you must feel the same way."

Qiu Ang put down his wine glass abruptly, with a cold expression on his face.

"Yeah, father, Police Officer Jiang also knows that I am Shihuan's father - taking the runaway child as his own, and making the child's father forget about food and drink. Don't Mr. Jiang think this is also against the rules of the game?"

Jiang Yu shrugged noncommittally.

"He is an adult, President Qiu. The point of this matter is not that I chose him, nor did I take him away from you. It is your son, and he chose his own future."

***

The food is displayed in a dazzling array, and the position of the seats has not changed in any way.

There is always someone on his right hand, his nominal father sitting there.

On the left side are sometimes attendants, sometimes guests, and what is playing on the TV that makes people never concentrate.There has never been a day like today when he has someone who makes him feel at ease.

Amidst the endless chatter, Qiu Shihuan just circled the noodles with chopsticks and chewed them quietly.

He saw the vase that had shattered in his hand many, many years ago, and the fragments scratched his hand deliberately and viciously, and the blood flowed down to the elbow.

But the boy seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and he didn't seem to understand that the lost blood might squeeze his life at any time.

"Where is she?" the child yelled in despair, he was threatening but on the verge of tears, "You promised me to see her, Dad! You promised me to buy her presents, you promised... ...but where is she, she didn't see me all day yesterday!"

The man put down his wine glass.

Butlers and maids ran around the boy, trying to silence his loud cries with bandages and sweets.

"Sehwan, from the first day you came to this house." The man stood up and carefully grabbed the child's injured hand, "Dad told you. You are my son. To you, there is nothing elder sister."

"No, no..." The boy shook his head desperately, the more he was embraced by a man, the tears flowed more violently, "Please, Dad, I know you were still talking to your sister last night... "

"My child, eavesdropping is not a virtue. It seems that I still lack your education."

"It's not what you think, Daddy, I can't sleep, I'm scared. That's why I want to find you..."

The child clenched the man's sleeves desperately. He told lies that anyone could hear. The blood, like Pinocchio's nose, slowly spread on the soft white suit with the clumsy lies.

The housekeeper and the maid turned pale with fright—the boy didn't understand the reason. His father, who had always doted on him, looked like a lion on a throne to others. Except for his cub, no one could walk to the lion alive.

But this suit is obviously not as valuable as his own son, and the man still comforts his crying child with his palm.

"Don't cry, my good boy. Daddy is not blaming you. If you want to come into my room, just knock on the door. Daddy will let you in after you get permission."

"Can we talk about my sister? She's thinner than before, and she's got more wounds. I don't know what's going on, I just feel like if I don't do something, I'm really going to lose her."

"We won't talk about her. Be obedient, let the housekeeper see your hands, at least you can't leave any scars."

Hearing the words, the butler stepped forward quickly, took the boy's palm as if he was treating an imperial decree, and disinfected it while relieving the pain as much as possible.

The child obeyed, sobbed, and begged.

"Dad, I will be obedient. I will listen to what you say in the future. But my sister's birthday is coming soon, and I want to say happy birthday to her in person. "

The man sighed helplessly.

"Shihuan, you should know. I don't like you calling that kind of person sister. This is the last time. For the sake of you being my son, I can forgive you for making trouble out of no reason."

The boy didn't seem to understand the man's intentions.He was at a loss, and even the most effective tears couldn't make the man let go of this matter.

The gentle adoptive father in the past dissipated like smoke, and what was left to him was his father's determination that he couldn't help but cry at a glance.

"But she's my sister."

"You don't have an older sister, Shihuan. You are my son." The man emphasized, "So, you never had an older sister."

"No, no!"

I don't know which sentence angered the boy.He knocked over the alcohol, tore off the bandages, and screamed bloody like a cornered animal.

He tried to push away the butler who stepped forward to suppress him, but he burst into tears in front of the overwhelming force.

"Where's my sister? Tell me, tell me—"

The boy was subdued on the table in twos and threes.

He turned his head and stared at the maid with those eyes that were red and swollen from crying, crying desperately and heartbreakingly.

The man moved slowly around the table until the child exhausted the last of his strength.

Then came a hug, a hug that was too cold to imagine.

Whispers rang in the ears.

"My child, don't think about things that don't help you. You just need to stay by Dad's side obediently. You will become a good boy and my only son."