Song Shaojun stared closely into the eyes of the man in front of him and chuckled: "Mr. Mo, I asked you if you recognize my brother. You keep denying it. What are you trying to cover up?"

The mining accident in Johannesburg was a man-made accident. It is a pity that the African police are incompetent, coupled with the poor local environment and poor equipment, they have not been able to find the murderer. The police concluded that the murderer also died in the mining accident.

Song Shaojun knew it was a murder, but he had no way to find out the truth.

Five years have passed.

"Mr. Song, I really don't understand what you mean. If you came to me to say this, I'm sorry, I don't have time to accompany you. If you think I murdered your brother, you can go to court and sue me. I

Stay with me until the end."

Mo Xiu has a very tough attitude and has enough confidence.

"Mr. Mo, of course you know that I won't win the lawsuit, and you also know that I have no evidence at all." Song Shaojun said slowly, "Because you are my brother, Song Shaoyan."

Song Shaojun's clear and clear voice was calm, and even his heart did not have any ups and downs.

But Mo Xiu's expression changed, and only he knew the expression behind his mask.

His hands on the handle tightened tightly, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his endless eyes were filled with unseeable depth.

The wind is strong in the wilderness and the moonlight is clear.

It was quiet all around and not a single sound could be heard.

For a long time, no one spoke again.

Their eyes met, Song Shaojun and Mo Xiu's eyes collided, and countless sparks flew out.

Mo Xiu chuckled: "Mr. Song really drank too much today."

"Song Shaoyan, you have been running away for five years. It seems that you no longer intend to be Song Shaoyan." Song Shaojun said.

"I don't like talking to unconscious people." Mo Xiu suddenly turned his wheelchair and prepared to leave.

"You are the one who is not awake!"

Mo Xiu's back paused: "Mr. Song, it seems we have nothing in common, so we don't need to see each other again in the future."

"Song Shaoyan, I don't know your current situation, and I have no intention of exploring it. Since you don't want to admit to anyone that you are Song Shaoyan, then you will live your life as Mo Xiu." Song Shaojun's

A dim light flashed in his eyes, "I have no other request, please don't disturb Ning'an again."

Upon hearing that woman's name, Mo Xiu's lips curved slightly with a hint of mockery.

It seems that Song Shaojun still doesn't know what he and Ning An have met a long time ago.

It seems that the relationship between Song Shaojun and Ning An has not reached the point where they talk about everything.

"Mr. Song, go back and rest early if you drink too much. Don't talk nonsense in a place like this." Mo Xiu took out his cell phone and prepared to call his driver.

"Song Shaoyan, you don't have to admit it in front of me. It was me who went to Africa to pick up the ashes. The disaster scene at that time was extremely chaotic. Your ashes and Mo Xiu's ashes had long been mixed. The local police said it was you. I

So I took you home. If I am not mistaken, the one buried in the cemetery is Mo Xiu."

"Mo Xiu, Song Shaoyan..." Mo Xiu murmured to himself, "They are all dead."

"Heh." Song Shaojun chuckled, "Mo Xiu is dead, but Song Shaoyan is not dead."

"Song Shaojun, you are talking nonsense." Mo Xiu stared at him with cold eyes.

Song Shaojun was still leaning on the car.

The moonlight stretched their silhouettes, and there were only two of them in the empty wilderness.

His eyes are silent and his words are pale.
Chapter completed!