The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi covered his touched head, and looked at Shen Fang in surprise.

what's the situation?

Shen Fang dispelled his suspicion?

It shouldn't be, according to Shen Fang's degree of caution, it is impossible to completely dispel his doubts about him with just two text messages.

He peeked at the other party, Shen Fang seemed in a good mood, and drove all the way back to Bihai Huating community. When parking, he seemed to forget that his hand was still hurting. He pulled the handbrake with his right hand, frowned instantly, and shook it lightly. wrist, and then said to Shen Qingchi: "Get out of the car."

Shen Qingchi withdrew his gaze from his hands, obediently got out of the car, and returned home from the garage.

As soon as he entered the house, Shen Fang said, "Take out the things in your bag."

Shen Qingchi was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

what?

In addition to clothes, there are daily necessities in his bag, what are you doing with it?Manual security check?

Seeing his puzzled look, Shen Fang added: "In the side pocket."

Shen Qingchi was very confused, he stretched his hands into the two side pockets to feel it, and then with an "ah", he took out something.

"What's this? A button?"

"It's not a button," Shen Fang walked towards the living room, "it's a bug."

Shen Qingchi: "..."

He knew that Shen Fang was not so easy to deceive.

Actually secretly installed a bug in his bag, that is to say, Shen Fang heard all the content of his previous quarrel with Shen's parents?

that……

"Don't blame me for using this method against you. No matter what you say, you are Shen Jing's son. I have to guard against you." Shen Fang said as he entered the study room. When he came out again, he had an extra box in his hand. Put it on the coffee table and open it with the key.

Shen Qingchi leaned over to take a look, and found that all the boxes contained monitoring and surveillance equipment, various miniature bugs and pinhole cameras, with or without wires, without exception, all of which were very concealed and compact.

Shen Qingchi's shock was beyond words, he looked at these things in disbelief, and said stiffly: "Uncle..."

"These were all used by your father on me," Shen Fang grabbed a handful from the box, let them go, and let them slip from his palm, "In my pocket, in the car, in the office, at the door of my house, The KTV I often go to, even mobile phones and computers, as long as you can think of them, these things are everywhere."

Shen Qingchi shook violently, feeling goosebumps all over his body, as if being stared at by countless pairs of eyes hidden in the dark, which made him rub his arms: "Then he won't be on my body Are there bugs installed too?"

"That's not true. When I went to find you, I kept staring at him. He didn't have a chance to touch you," Shen Fang said, "And in recent years, he has rarely watched me. My home is absolutely safe. Yes, you can rest assured."

Shen Qingchi heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Then...why did he do this to you before?"

"You still don't understand? Don't you think that your father treats you sincerely?" The arc of Shen Fang's lips was almost indifferent, "Do you know how your second and third uncles died?"

Shen Qingchi swallowed: "I, I don't know."

The novel only mentioned that Shen Jing's two younger brothers died at his hands, but did not describe the details.

Shen Fang leaned back on the back of the sofa, and rubbed his lower lip with his knuckles: "Your second uncle is a knowledgeable professor whose only hobby is reading, so Shen Jing regularly gave him a batch of books he liked. , A certain dose of heavy metals is added to each book, and these things enter the body through skin contact and inhalation, and accumulate over time, and finally your second uncle died of complications caused by heavy metal poisoning."

Shen Qingchi's face turned even paler.

"Your third uncle likes racing cars, so Shen Jing tampered with his car, causing him to have an accident during a race, and the car crashed." Shen Fang looked at the other party's reaction, "Then guess what, your father What was the motive for killing them?"

Shen Qingchi was trembling all over, tightly holding the button-shaped listening device with his fingertips: "Yes...they want to compete for family property?"

"Actually not," Shen Fang said, "it's just because your second uncle is smart, even if his intelligence is spent on studying and studying, he doesn't care about the family business at all. It's just because your third uncle has a quick temper, because his personality doesn't match with Shen Fang's." Jing has quarreled several times, and he is very popular and well-connected in the racing team."

"In the final analysis, it is your father who thinks that they 'may' pose a threat to him." Shen Fang picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, pulled out one from it, and held it between his teeth.

Shen Qingchi's face was terribly pale, and after a long time, he managed to utter a few words: "He...is not my father."

Therefore, the saying "a tiger father has no dogs" is true.

Shen Jing and Zhou Wangyan, father and son, both bear their lives on their backs, and they deserve to be their own.

Dog blood novels are really bloody.

Shen Qingchi's three views were refreshed again, he felt that if one day he died in this novel world, he must be killed by lightning.

"Not the best," Shen Fang spread his hands at him, "Bring it here."

Shen Qingchi handed him the bug in his hand, Shen Fang took it, and threw it into the glass directly, the bug sank to the bottom of the water, a few bubbles came out, and it couldn't work instantly.

Shen Qingchi looked at the damaged bug, clenched his fingers tightly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, can you help me find my biological parents?"

Shen Fang raised his head, and the cigarette in his mouth was shaking up and down as he spoke: "After you knew that you were not the Shen family's biological son two years ago, why didn't you look for it?"

"I asked Shen Jing to help me find it, and he agreed. He said that after he found it, he would let me decide whether to stay or not. Before that, he still recognized me as his son, but two years have passed, and there is no news at all."

Shen Qingchi's voice was a little choked up: "I suspect that he didn't look for me at all, and never really planned to let me go. They even found Zhou Wangyan secretly. During this time, they watched me very closely. Take my admission letter... I really can't figure out what they want to do."

"I thought you already understood." Shen Fang picked up the lighter from the table, took a puff of cigarette to help ignite, and then put the cigarette directly in the ashtray after lighting it. "Obviously, holding the wrong child for 16 years , is a scandal to them, you, Shen Qingchi, have excellent grades, and Zhou Wangyan is just an ignorant bastard, even if he is asked to repeat his studies for another ten years, it is impossible for him to be admitted to Qingda University."

"Then how can we ensure that our son is both close and outstanding? The best way is to let him directly replace you. Zhou Wangyan will become Shen Qingchi and go to university with Shen Qingchi's admission letter. As for the real Shen Qingchi, of course Just disappear completely."

Shen Qingchi's eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean..."

"You asked me for help, didn't you realize this? It seems that you are not as stupid as I thought, but you are not as smart as I thought." Shen Fang raised the ashtray, "Go to the balcony, remember Open the window and close the door."

Shen Qingchi was stunned for a moment, and didn't reach out to pick it up for a long time.

"What, you like smoking second-hand smoke so much? Why don't I smoke it?"

Shen Qingchi woke up like a dream, quickly took the ashtray, and took it to the balcony together with the burning smoke inside.

Shen Fang was willing to tell him this, and it seemed that he completely trusted him.

Shen Fang probably didn't hear what he said when he was arguing with Shen's parents, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted like this.

In retrospect, they threw the bag containing the bug in the hallway of the living room, and the quarrel took place at the door of his room. From such a long distance, only Zhu Zhengjuan's yelling could be recorded.

His luck wasn't too bad.

This is good now, if Shen Fang, who is too cautious, will no longer doubt him, his future plans will be much easier.

Shen Qingchi closed the balcony door, returned to the living room, and heard Shen Fang say: "I will help you pay attention to your parents' affairs, but don't have too much hope."

Shen Qingchi said obediently: "Thank you uncle."

He himself doesn't care whether he can find his biological parents. After all, he grew up in an orphanage and never had any illusions or extravagant expectations about the word "parents".

He just wanted to give the original owner an explanation.

In case the original owner could come back one day, he still hoped that the original owner could live with his real family.

"What do you want for lunch?" Shen Fang asked.

Shen Qingchi came back to his senses: "Anything is fine, I won't choose."

Shen Fang let out a "tsk" and frowned: "I asked you what you 'want' to eat, but I didn't ask you what you 'can' eat."

"Ah..." Shen Qingchi immediately changed his words, "I want to eat hot and sour noodles."

"Hot and sour powder, right?" Shen Fang thought for a while, then stood up, "Okay, just wait a while."

Shen Qingchi watched him walk towards the kitchen, and suddenly called him: "Uncle, don't you... don't your hands hurt?"

Shen Fang stopped walking: "If I say it hurts, why don't you cook?"

Shen Qingchi pursed his lips.

He does.

It's a pity that the original owner doesn't know how to cook, and he doesn't want to ooc either.

He whispered: "I want to say, why don't you hire a nanny?"

"I don't like outsiders coming into my house."

Shen Qingchi blinked: "What does that uncle mean, am I not an outsider?"

Shen Fang looked back at him abruptly.

The young man's face was full of innocence and sincerity, as if he was really just a good student who asked questions out of curiosity. His eyes were pure and clear, and he could see the bottom of it all at once, as if he couldn't hide anything on his mind.

Shen Fang's eyes turned around his face, suspecting that he was thinking too much.

After a while, he finally choked out four words: "It depends on your performance."

Shen Qingchi watched his back disappear by the kitchen door, the innocence and harmlessness in his eyes instantly turned into a kind of triumphant cunning.

Uncle is pretty easy to cheat.

He remembered that the only real hobby of Shen Fang mentioned in the novel was actually taking in homeless small animals, especially stray cats. After taking care of sick and injured stray animals until they recover, they will find someone to adopt them.

Shen Fang was willing to open the door of his house for him on a rainy night, probably because he also regarded him as a homeless animal.

Shen, homeless, pitiful, and Qingchi put away his minions, obediently waiting to be fed.

It was past twelve noon, Shen Qingchi and Shen Jing had been fighting wits and courage all morning, and they were already hungry, smelling the aroma from the kitchen made them even hungrier.

Finally, he heard Shen Fang calling him: "Come and help!"

Shen Qingchi put two servings of hot and sour noodles on the table, and then set his chopsticks. Looking at the layer of red oil floating in the bowl, he was so greedy that he swallowed.

But in line with the principle of "pretending to be good, you have to pretend to be complete", he resolutely refused to move his chopsticks before Shen Fang.

Shen Fang sat down opposite him, and saw that he was desperately enduring, like a greedy cat who was being fed by humans but cautious to approach.

So he said: "Eat quickly, there are not so many rules in my house."

"Thank you uncle."

Shen Qingchi stopped being polite to him, picked up the chopsticks, picked out some powder, and blew it into his mouth.

After chewing it a few times, he felt his cheeks burn up to the base of his ears. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue and fanning it with his hands: "It's so spicy!"

Shen Fang seemed to have expected this kind of reaction from him, and the smile on his lips looked a bit nasty: "The hot and sour noodles you ordered yourself, shouldn't it be spicy? After eating, don't waste food."

"...The hot and sour noodles I've eaten before are not so spicy." Shen Qingchi looked at him with aggrieved expression, "Did uncle do it on purpose?"

"How can you say I did it on purpose? Let me ask you, is it delicious?"

The spiciness of the first mouthful was over, Shen Qingchi couldn't wait to take the second mouthful, his tongue probably got used to it, and he didn't find it unbearably spicy anymore, and a richer taste spread in his mouth.

Shen Qingchi was in pain and joy, nodding repeatedly: "Delicious!"

"It's good to eat," Shen Fang said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to like spicy food and drink alcohol?"

Shen Qingchi paused with the tip of his chopsticks.

He can't be considered to like spicy food, but his own body and stomach are not very good, and his stomach hurts when he eats spicy food. Every time he goes out to eat hot pot with his roommates, he can only order mandarin duck pot. He eats clear soup, which makes him I am very greedy for spicy food. Now that I have changed my body, I can't restrain myself.

But... does the original owner like spicy food?He really didn't know that the original owner's preferences were never introduced in the novel. From this point, it can be seen that "Shen Qingchi" is a complete cannon fodder.

Shen Qingchi was silent for a while: "It's just that I haven't eaten for a long time, and I kind of thought - I don't like drinking, last time I had to."

Shen Fang said "Oh", as if he was not surprised by his answer: "I don't think you seem to be a person who can drink. At the family banquet before, they prepared all non-spicy dishes. I thought your family I don't even like spicy food."

"...Zhou Wangyan doesn't like spicy food, right?" Shen Qingchi lowered his eyes, "The reception banquet for him is of course according to his preferences. As for me, I'm just an insignificant person."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, his tone was slightly choked, and the loneliness that could not be concealed appeared on his delicate face.

Sensing his grievance, Shen Fang sighed inaudibly, and said to himself that Shen Qingchi was indeed still a child, and after going through this kind of thing, he looked strong on the surface, but he must still be sad in his heart.

He remembered how he was on guard against him before, and felt a little ashamed inexplicably, and comforted him: "Okay, don't think about those unhappy things, tell me what you want to eat in the future, if they don't make it for you, I will give it to you." you do."

After hearing this, Shen Qingchi raised his head again, the haze on his face dissipated, and there was light in his eyes again, he said in surprise: "Really?"

"Of course, I'm not your lying father, I'll do what I say - eat quickly."

The two of them were eating hot and sour noodles, Shen Qingchi was so hot that he couldn't stop breathing, his cheeks and ears were covered in pink, his lips were also a little red and swollen, he looked pitiful, as if he had been bullied.

Shen Fang looked at him twice more, unable to look away, recalling that Shen Qingchi was drunk and left the banquet at the reception banquet, it seemed the same, his face was a little red, and he was a little drunk, as if he would fall into his arms if he was supported Here, you can make whatever you want.

He now completely believes that Zhou Wangyan's attempt to break into Shen Qingchi's room might really be trying to do something wrong.

Shen Fang coughed, and shook out those thoughts that shouldn't have appeared in his mind: "Is it really that spicy?"

Shen Qingchi raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, "This is the hottest hot and sour powder I've ever eaten."

"Who told you not to eat spicy food, you insisted on ordering it," Shen Fang got up, went to the kitchen and brought back a carton of milk, "Drink this, relieve the spicy food."

Shen Qingchi seemed to see a life-saving straw, and quickly took it: "Thank you."

The boxed milk with a nine-month shelf life is really not as good as the fresh milk with a three-day shelf life, but it is worse than it can be taken at any time. Shen Qingchi drank the whole box in one go, and finally felt a little better.

The way he drank milk with a straw in his mouth was really cute, Shen Fang resisted not looking at him, and said, "By the way, you should still live in the room you stayed in last night."

Shen Qingchi nodded: "Okay."

Shen Fang seemed hesitant to speak, before he said for a long time: "There are... my own things, keep them well, don't keep throwing them away."

"Ah?" Shen Qingchi looked at him blankly, "Did I leave something behind?...Did I forget to bring the charger?"

"Only the charger?"

Shen Qingchi thought hard: "There is nothing... anything else."

Shen Fang wanted to wait for him to remember, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't wait for the next sentence, and he couldn't say it, so he said: "Anyway, there is no harm in being careful."

Shen Qingchi nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

But I thought in my heart: Isn't it just a pair of underwear?

He dropped it on purpose.

He originally thought that Shen Fang couldn't easily throw away this kind of underwear for him, but it was impossible for him to send it to him, so he could use this reason to come back to pick it up.

But Shen Fang's hesitant reaction... Could it be that uncle has never seen other people's underwear?

It seems that by accident, I knew something great.