Qian Tongye and Fan Ye are good brothers who have known each other since childhood, and Qian Tongye came to Canada to start a business and develop well, so he called Fan Ye too.

Although the two brothers are not compatriots, their relationship is too good to say. The favorite thing for the two is fishing, and in addition, Qian Tongye himself also likes to tinker with modified cars.

Therefore, he has the smell of engine oil that can't be washed off.

Fan Wujiang just smelled this familiar smell, and his heart was shocked and then happy, and he was just about to get out of the heating shell.

A strange and absurd thought popped into my head. For no apparent reason, he felt a signal of extreme danger!

Fan Wujiang covered his mouth with one hand, and held his bent legs with the other, listening intently to the movement outside.

Coo-goo-goo...... The last thing he wanted to hear sounded.

Like a dove, like some kind of frog.

Coo-goo-goo......

Fan Wujiang knew that the voice was not a pigeon, nor a frog, but a strange sound made by the man with a hoarse voice.

Footsteps passed by the study, and he judged that the other party should have gone to the master bedroom.

There was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the bedroom, and after a while, footsteps came out of the bedroom.

Step by step, approach the study.

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After a pause of about five seconds, the other party finally walked into the study.

There were no lights on, and there was no lighting, but the other side didn't hit anything.

If you are not extremely familiar with the environment, or you have some night vision equipment.

Fan Wujiang nervously waited quietly, thinking that he must not have any high-tech equipment, infrared or something, didn't he find himself in a minute?

After the sound of rummaging through the drawers, the footsteps circled around the desk a few times and froze.

Coo-goo-goo......

Such a voice sounded from time to time, with a creepy mechanical feeling.

Footsteps came to the corner of the wall, as if they were flipping the fishing gear.

Fan Wujiang simply closed his eyes and no longer thought about what would happen to him after he was discovered.

Earlier, under the pretext of forgetting the keys, he left his backpack at the old couple's house, and only brought a Swiss Army knife with him.

It's not a sharp weapon, but he won't wait for anyone to slaughter.

There was only one pile of fishing gear, and it was all over in two clicks. But the other party did not leave the study immediately, and stood in place, constantly making that weird, obscure sound.

Fan Wujiang grabbed the saber in his hand, ready to draw the blade at any time.

Coo-goo-goo...... In the dark of the night, there was nothing but this terrible sound.

Minute by minute, time passed. Fan Wujiang didn't know exactly how long it had been, maybe tens of seconds, maybe minutes.

He held his breath and didn't dare to breathe, and when his brain began to lack oxygen and produce slight tinnitus, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Listening to the sound is going out. But he didn't dare to move, he was afraid that this was his hallucination, and he was afraid that the other party would go and return.

It wasn't until his chest was about to explode that he let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose. After a long time, after confirming that there was no sound outside, Fan Wujiang crawled out of the heating shell.

He knelt on the ground, his legs numb but he didn't dare to borrow strength, he stood up and walked to the desk again, and sat firmly on the chair.

Underneath the ass, there seems to be something.

No, I checked the chair and there was nothing on it!

Fan Wujiang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, stood up, and touched it with his hand.

Pressing his phone, he pulled out his saber and sliced through the leather chair, fumbling for a bronze medal about the size of a dollar coin.

[Bank], the bronze medal is printed with two Chinese characters.

So, this is what Uncle Qian brought from China?!

Without thinking too much, Fan Wujiang put the small bronze medal into the inner pocket of his cotton coat and tiptoed away from the Qian family. After going to the old couple's house on the third floor to retrieve the hiking bag, they put on a cotton jacket and hood and left the apartment building.

As soon as he reached the turn of the building, he heard the sound of 'cooing' again.

At this time, whether you retreat or advance, you may be discovered by the other party.

Go back, find an excuse to go to the old couple's house on the third floor to hide? No, if it is exposed, it will definitely affect the old couple?

His Asian face is so recognizable that it's hard to get by.

Quickly making a judgment, Fan Wujiang held his mobile phone and pretended to be on the phone: "親愛なる,じゃ、バーで会おうと約束しました." ”

In fact, his Wandao Chinese level is not very good, just a few words come and go, and if you say more, you will be exposed.

While pulling a few words of Japanese that I learned from anime, I ran briskly to the side of the road and pretended, oh no, I was really in a hurry to take a taxi.

"Wandao people, I heard that flesh and blood taste good, goo-goo-goo-go

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Without knowing who the other party was, Fan Wujiang chose to stay in a motel.

There was not much cash with him, and he didn't dare to withdraw it easily, for fear of leaving traces and being found. Hackers are everywhere these days, and he is not good at it, so he doesn't take risks.

After taking a bath, his spirit recovered a lot, Fan Wujiang sat on the edge of the bed, with a piece of paper under his hand, on which he wrote what he had found and heard in the past half a day, and what he had analyzed with a lot of brains.

First of all, Mom is gone. It is possible that he was kidnapped by the other party, or he may have gone into hiding. But no matter how much Fan Wujiang didn't want to admit it, he thought that the latter was extremely unlikely.

Secondly, Dad must have expected it before the incident. But why not inform him in time?

There are two possibilities: first, the situation is urgent, and the father has not had time to do this, or is being watched by the other party, and second, it is possible that the father thinks he can handle the incident and does not want him to know.

Then, there must be some 'ulterior' secret between Uncle Qian and his father, so he caused the murder.

To sum up, Fan Wujiang became more and more convinced that his father and Uncle Qian were definitely not ordinary people, and it was very likely that they were really secret agents or something.

Although the news of his father's death has been announced now, before he saw the body, he always subconsciously felt that his father might not be dead.

Maybe my dad is a super agent, the kind who will come back from the dead. 'Death' is just a trick, isn't it often played in movies.

So, in order to confirm this, I still have to go to the police station.

But......

Generally speaking, after a weird phone call with Qian Tongye, most people will choose to call the police, but Fan Wujiang didn't.

Because of Uncle Qian's warning, he was only allowed to escape, not to go to the police station.

Therefore, it is very likely that there will be any major problems involved? If you can't go to the police station, you will be exposed to yourself, and you will probably have to kneel as soon as you leave the police station.

'But, Uncle Qian, I won't run away! I want to find my mother. ’

'Instead of running away without a head, why don't you take a gamble, maybe the other party won't even think that I will turn around and come back!'

I don't know if the art is high or not, but the bold young man thinks left and right, and repeatedly scrutinizes the limited clues.

He held a pen in one hand, wrote the key words that came to mind on the paper, and rubbed the bronze medal dug out of the chair in the Qian family's study with the other.

He didn't figure out a reason for this thing, but Uncle Qian took the trouble sewing it into the leather chair, there must be some special reason.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed.

Bank?

Dad must have spoken to Aunt Mary about the bank in English, so, bank, bank?

Fan Wujiang's eyes lit up, staring at the word [Bank] on the bronze medal, and the corners of his lips finally hooked up a smile.

He remembered!

At that time, Fan Wujiang was only seven or eight years old, and their family was still in their hometown in China, and the fishing tackle shop that his father often took him to play in was called [Bank].

"Dad, are you going to let me go back to my country and find Banker's fishing gear?"

Perhaps, there is an answer to all the mysteries!

After a sleepless night, the young Fan Wujiang ran farther and farther on his anti-routine avenue......