"...Qilan, who did you learn from to make people appetizing? I feel a dull pain in my heart now...Don't worry, tell me what the surprise is before you worry!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the hung up phone and sighed.

"What's wrong?" The little boy in a neat suit sat on the edge of the rooftop and looked back at him.

"Qilan said he prepared a gift for me and will give it to me when I get back this time." Lu Mingfei stuffed his cell phone into his trouser pocket and leaned against the railing on the edge of the rooftop.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Wish me victory, kill another Dragon King, and have a celebration banquet when I get back."

"Hey, it's different to have reliable friends. Not only do you have sincere and beautiful blessings beforehand, but there is also a celebration banquet afterwards." Lu Mingze tilted his head and said with a chuckle.

"Although Fen is a bit of a dog, there was still a celebration party in my freshman year, even though it was just my scholarship." Lu Mingfei glanced sideways at him, "How are the preparations going?"

"It's almost done. The game copy has been developed and we're just waiting for the trial players to go online!"

"Oh, you are very motivated!"

"Serve my brother!"

"What was the other person's reaction?"

"It's very intense. After all, they didn't expect us to lift the table directly and expose this place. But I'm afraid they are not worried about other hybrids, but how far we have mastered it."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at the gray sky. The clouds were extremely low, as if it would rain heavily at any time.

In his eyes, the sky was full of chaotic elements.

"It's really a mess." He sighed, "It's a coincidence or intentional that I was arranged to be in this city the first time?"

"I didn't arrange this. Is it a coincidence? Of course, I don't rule out that there are other people behind the scenes. After all, brother, you also said that there are gods who control the 'past' and let you restart your life. Even ours

Power can only change the future and the present."

"That's it." Lu Mingfei said softly, "Actually, I got some inspiration a while ago. Maybe I can guess the identity of that person."

Lu Mingze smiled and said, "Brother, does your inspiration refer to that mask?"

Lu Mingfei looked back at this guy and said helplessly: "You are really a roundworm in my stomach."

"I can't help it. I am the one who knows you best in the world." Lu Mingze said with a smile, "No matter how much you like Haruhi Suzumiya, you can't buy Yuki Nagato's mask and wear it on your face, right?"

Lu Mingfei smiled and turned to look downstairs, where a familiar figure just got out of the taxi.

"Fen Dog is here, it's time for you to retreat, Ozawa."

"Concubine!" Lu Guifei stood up and suddenly remembered something before leaving, "By the way, it's better to be careful lately, I smell something bad."

Bad breath?

Lu Mingfei lowered his eyes. In fact, he also smelled something familiar in this city.

…

…

Fingel walked into the small building. Most of the offices he passed by had court seals on their doors. Only the office at the end of the first floor was left open. There was a piece of white paper taped to the outside of the door, with a crooked top.

It says "Office of the Bankruptcy and Liquidation Team of Media Asia Group".

He walked deeper, and behind the small building were rows of workshops. The rusty iron doors were open, and the silent machine tools inside were vaguely visible, also rusty.

Sheriff Henkel's information was just transferred to his mobile phone before he came in. He glanced at it casually and got a general understanding of the company.

This company was quite prosperous a few years ago. The boss from out of town made a grand statement that he would make this place the number one special metals base in Asia. He defrauded countless banks of loans. In the end, the boss fled with the money and his whereabouts have not been traced to this day.

turn up.

Chu Zihang's father, Chu Tianjiao, drove for that boss.

Interestingly, not long after Chu Tianjiao disappeared, the boss of the company fled with the money.

If there weren't many places that could prove that the two people appeared in various entertainment venues at the same time, Fingel would have doubted whether all this was a drama directed and acted by Chu's father, opened a company, and then became his own driver.

"Here, here, what are you running around for?" came Lu Mingfei's voice.

Fingel stood at the door of the workshop, turned around, and saw a middle-aged man following Lu Mingfei.

He pulled Lu Mingfei over and whispered, "What's going on? The first stop is this dilapidated construction site. Shouldn't it be a luxury hotel with a bunch of beauties and fine wine and food for me to enjoy?"

"I have everything in my dream." Lu Mingfei patted his chest and said, "Don't say that junior brother is unjust, didn't you rent a youth hostel? For the sake of the home field, junior brother will reimburse you, and I will pay for it directly.

You paid for ten days’ rent, are you being honest? Remember to treat me to a big dinner when you go to Germany!”

"Hey, hey, that shabby place only costs 15 yuan a day, and it's still RMB. Ten days only costs 150 yuan!"

"Nonsense, this is China. Instead of RMB, we use US dollars!"

"Is this the point?!"

"Um, what's your relationship?" The middle-aged man interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, this is my senior brother. We are both from the same school. This time we are here for a humanities inspection. Our school has conducted a ten-year long-term social survey. The Chu Tianjiao I mentioned to you before is the target of our investigation.

pity……"

Lu Mingfei paused and sighed sadly.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and sighed: "I understand. If you have any questions, ask me. Lao Chu is a nice person. He often drank with me back then."

Lu Mingfei winked at Fingel, indicating that he would quickly cooperate with his performance.

Fingel secretly gave a thumbs up, indicating that junior brother, you have full mobility and you will go straight to the topic.

"Mr. Chu Tianjiao used to drive, right?"

"Yes, I drove a Maybach for our boss, but unfortunately something happened later, the man was gone, and the car was broken down."

"Can you tell me what kind of person he is?" Fingel said, and Lu Mingfei beside him took out his notebook very cooperatively.

"Lao Chu is a good man. He was married before, but unfortunately he divorced later. His wife is a very beautiful dancer and gave birth to a big fat boy for him."

The middle-aged man said regretfully, "This guy is a nice guy, but he's a bit... not seeking advancement, and he's a bit family-oriented. That's what his wife said about him. I heard that his wife found him a job as a manager out of town through some connections, but it turned out that

This guy said he didn't want to leave this city, and he refused to leave, and then he left. To be honest, as an outsider, I think their marriage is a pity. They are both very talented and good-looking people."

Fingel kept nodding and said in a professional tone: "Can you tell me more specifically what kind of person this guy is? It's not his experience. In fact, we all know his experience."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but was stunned.

He and Chu Tianjiao are old colleagues. Logically speaking, there should be a lot to say, but when it comes to talking about it, he feels that the man is very unreal, or very empty.

This guy has no characteristics at all. He is a lackluster middle-aged man. He has no hobbies except drinking, and he has nothing to say except bragging. He does not have any family except his ex-wife who is a dancer and his son who has someone else's surname.

Even the view that this guy "loves his family and doesn't seek advancement" was something he heard from his wife.

This man used to be alive and kicking in front of him every day, but now that he thought about it, he was shocked to realize that he didn't understand this man at all.

"It's just...Lian Jia, An Yi, that's what he is." He finally had to say this, and after thinking about it for a long time, he added: "This guy likes to eat braised large intestine... By the way, he always likes it when eating grilled chicken wings.

Double the spiciness, it’s so spicy that I can’t stand it... and... and..."

He spread his hands helplessly and said, "Maybe it's been a long time and I forgot some details."

Fingel glanced at Lu Mingfei. This guy lowered his head and took notes seriously, but in fact he was just scribbling on the paper.

"Do you know where Mr. Chu lives?" Fingel asked.

"It's in the factory. It's been closed for a few years. It's probably covered in dust now. Do you want to take a look?"

"Is that okay? Sorry, we left some documents with Mr. Chu and need to take them back now." Fingel leaned forward with a smile.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's okay. I'll get a key."

The middle-aged man returned to the office, took the key, and led the way. Maybe he didn't know what to say, so there was no dialogue along the way, just silence.

"It's right here."

They stopped in front of a basement door on the second underground floor.

The corridors on both sides were long and dark, with incandescent lights overhead flickering, the hum of air conditioning compressors echoing in the air, and old mechanical parts piled in the corners.

The middle-aged man sighed again and said: "This place was originally an air-conditioned machine room and a temporary warehouse. The day Lao Chu came to work, he said he had no house to live in, so the boss said that he would temporarily arrange a room in the basement for him to live in. I would like to take him to buy one.

I thought he would move out after staying for ten and a half days, but who would have thought that this guy would stay here for several years..."

"How many years did you live there? Is Mr. Chu trying to save money? For his ex-wife and son." Fingel looked at the corridors on both sides and asked casually.

"It should be that this guy once mentioned that on the day of his son's wedding, the biological father must give out some gifts." The middle-aged man hesitated, "This guy often mentioned his son when chatting and bragging. He loves him very much.

My son’s is..."

"that is?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I think Lao Chu's life is quite miserable. After so many years, no one has come to ask him, and you are the first batch! His ex-wife and son have never been here, and it seems that he has no such thing at all.

It’s like a human being. If it’s gone, it’s gone. It doesn’t matter whether it exists or not. It has no impact on other people. You said... what a failure!”

The middle-aged man shook his head and looked a little dazed, thinking of the guy who always talked about his ex-wife and son when bragging.

You said you boasted so much and thought about their mother and son every day, but they didn't take you seriously at all and never asked...

Fingel was silent for a while and confirmed: "We are the first ones to ask? Haven't others been here?"
To be continued...