Zhang Meng's mood at this moment has no time to take care of the cultural exhibition behind him.

Zhang Meng, who rushed out of the convention and exhibition center, just wanted to find the little boy who broke this qiē. However, Zhang Meng chased out two streets, and finally let the little boy blend in with the flow of people and disappear without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the endless stream of people in front of him, Zhang Meng stopped in place with a pale face. If you can't find this little boy, you won't know the authenticity of that photo, you can't determine the authenticity of that photo, you can't know the answer behind it.

That's the answer that Zhang Meng has been looking for for several years, I thought it was over, but I didn't expect that today, it was turned out by a little boy.

"Moe boy, cute boy!"

"Zhang Quede, Zhang Quede?"

The fat man and Zhao San in the convention and exhibition center also chased after him, and when they saw Zhang Meng standing in the middle of the road in a daze, the two hurriedly ran over and pulled Zhang Meng back to the side of the road, lest the flustered Zhang Meng crash into the car.

"Third uncle."

"What, that kid ran away?" Zhao San frowned, his expression a little heavy.

"Hmm." Zhang Meng nodded.

"Can you not run?" The fat man looked at the flow of people in front of him, and muttered: "That kid is like a loach, fat man, I have never seen such a slippery little ghost when I grow so big......"

"Third uncle." Zhang Meng ignored the fat man, but turned his head to look at Zhao San.

"I know that Shuiyue Xuan, the fourth pier, and the eighth hall entrance have all been sent out by me to check the traces of that little ghost." Zhao San nodded knowingly: "Such a big mess, I believe there must be many reporters present who took pictures of him, I believe that as long as he is still in Hong Kong, we can find him out." ”

Hearing Zhao San's words, Zhang Meng said without thinking: "Not only to find him, but also to know his information, and to be the fastest!" No matter from any channel, as long as I can find him, I will do whatever it takes. If necessary, call Sanbo and apply to use the last strength of the Zhang family: the wolf cavalry. ”

"Yes."

Zhang Meng said very decisively, and Zhao San's response was very concise, without any hesitation at all.

However, the strict behavior of the two of them made the fat man even more surprised. Although Zhang Meng is young and easy to act impulsively, Zhao San is a veteran, so how can he do things so frizzy?

If it weren't that they were too sensitive, then there was only one explanation, the photos that the little boy took out were enough to touch the nerves of Zhang Meng, Zhao San and others, and even had a great relationship with the Zhang family.

What is there that can touch the sensitive nerves of the Zhang family?

And will also apply for the strongest troops that did not even apply for the civil strife in the Zhang family.

Thinking of the three words wolf captain, the fat man was in a cold sweat.

Although the fat man is witty and funny, he can still distinguish the importance of things, but it is not easy to intervene at the moment.

"By the way, Uncle San, the photo ......"

Hearing Zhang Meng's reminder, Zhao San hurriedly took out the photo left by the little boy just now from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Meng. After scanning the image on it with his eyes confirmed, he turned around and went to deal with the things Zhang Meng explained.

The fat man didn't confirm whether Zhao San was going to call Zhang Shaoba. But he peeked at the photo next to him, and saw that in the photo, in a dark ancient tomb, a middle-aged man stood under the three totems of wolf, eagle and dragon.

"Huh?" The fat man vaguely guessed that it should not be the ancient tomb that touched Zhang Meng's nerves, nor the three totems of the wolf, eagle, and dragon, but the man, but who made Zhang Meng and Zhao San have such a big reaction?

Just when Zhang Meng and the fat man were standing there, Ah Chen, who had already re-appeased the guests of the exhibition center, also came out.

"Brother Meng."

Seeing Ah Chen, Zhang Meng smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders and said ashamedly: "I'm sorry! I didn't expect such a vignette. ”

"It's no big deal, the cultural exhibition is opening." Ah Chen smiled, with a little reluctance in his smile: "Actually, after this episode, Brother Meng, your fame seems to be much greater." ”

The fat man pulled Ah Chen without a trace, signaling that now was not the time to say this, but turned his head to look at Zhang Meng and asked, "Hey, Zhang Quede, what happened?" ”

"I want to be alone and quiet, and I need to arrange a place." Zhang Meng didn't tell the fat man and Ah Chen why, but covered his head and said with a headache: "I'll wait for the third uncle to come back." ”

Seeing that Zhang Meng was in a bad mood, Ah Chen didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Brother Ah Chen, there is a specially prepared lounge behind the hall." ”

"Okay."

The two followed Zhang Meng into the lounge together, and Ah Chen couldn't accompany Zhang Meng because he had to continue to clean up the aftermath of the episode just now. Only the fat man could see that Zhang Meng was in a very chaotic mood and it was difficult to leave, so he leaned against the door of the lounge on the side, trying not to let others disturb Zhang Meng.

"Fatty, do you have any cigarettes?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Uh......" The fat man was stunned, he didn't know how to smoke, and today in order to arrange the exhibition, he prepared cigarettes and fires in his pocket.

At this moment, seeing that Zhang Meng wanted to smoke for the first time, he hurriedly took out the cigarette and fire from his clothes pocket and threw them to Zhang Meng: "Next." ”

Taking the cigarette, Zhang Meng took a puff and almost choked on tears.

The fat man on the side surprisingly did not mock Zhang Meng. As the saying goes, cigarettes are used to relieve sorrows, Zhang Meng didn't know how to smoke in the first place, and now he can't, looking at his posture with a cigarette in his hand, the fat man knows that Zhang Meng is more of a cover-up, covering up his already reddened eyes.

But the fat man didn't know what was going on, so he couldn't talk about how to comfort Zhang Meng. I can only try not to let others disturb the distraught Zhang Meng at this time, and accompany Zhang Meng to wait for the news that Zhao San brought back.

The two of them waited in the lounge until sunset, and when the entire building was already lit up, Zhao San finally came back.

Seeing Zhao San who hurried back, the fat man hurriedly took Zhao San into the lounge, and then locked the door.

"Third uncle, is there any news?" Seeing Zhao San, Zhang Meng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that had already burned out, and asked with a concerned face.

Seeing the burned-out cigarette in Zhang Meng's hand, Zhao San's calloused arms trembled slightly, he knew Xiao Ameng too well, Zhang Meng hated smoking the most, and he always joked that he was an old smoker. Today, he made an exception to smoke cigarettes, and Zhang Meng's somewhat reddened eyes made Zhao San's heart ache even more, so he only nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Where?" Zhang Meng grabbed Zhao San's sleeve.

Looking at his sleeves, his arms that were still trembling, Zhao San didn't dare to delay and said, "Kowloon Hospital." ”

"Are the people still there?"

"Yes."

"Good! We go now. After speaking, Zhang Meng took Zhao San and hurried to Kowloon Hospital.

The fat man on the side didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly ordered someone to arrange the car, and instructed Ah Chen again, and then followed the two to the Kowloon Hospital in Kowloon District.

The drive was not too far, and the three of them quickly arrived at Kowloon Hospital. As soon as the three of them got out of the car, a spy from the Zhang family came to greet them.

Seeing the spies, Zhao San asked repeatedly, "Are the people still there?" ”

"Yes." The subordinate nodded hurriedly.

"Take us there." Zhang Meng didn't even glance at the subordinate, and walked quickly to the inside of the hospital.

The subordinate didn't dare to slack off, and took Zhang Meng, Zhao San, and the fat man to the inpatient department quickly.

Every ten steps, there is a Zhang family bodyguard in a suit and sunglasses and headphones.

Every 100 steps, there is a Zhang family general who dresses up as a civilian.

It can be seen that the Zhang family really went out for this little boy!

Soon, the three were taken into a regular inpatient ward. However, because the Zhang family had done the dredging in advance, there was only one bed left for the little boy in the entire ward.

Looking at Zhang Meng and the three of them who pushed open the door, the little boy seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said to himself without squinting: "You still found it, but it's much faster than I imagined. ”

"You know we're coming?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically.

"I know you're going to find me when you see that picture, no matter what." The tone of the little boy was like that of an adult who had been through the vicissitudes of life.

"You know?"

"No, I know." The little boy smiled, but his smile was full of too many things to explain.

He pointed to the man lying on the hospital bed and said, "He sued me before he woke up." He said that as long as you see the photos, you will definitely come to us and ask us what happened. ”

"So, you did it on purpose?" The fat man was angry in his heart, and secretly said that when would it be bad for you to make trouble, this little slippery head, but he chose to make trouble at the cultural exhibition held by his sister Ah Chen for the first time, but the matter has not been clarified yet, and the fat man is not easy to get angry.

Ignoring the fat man, the little boy turned his head, looked at Zhang Meng, who had already focused his eyes on the hospital bed, and said, "Do you still know him?" ”

"Hey, isn't he the one who brought back the news of my father's death on Chinese New Year's Eve night five years ago......" Zhang Meng suddenly realized, looked up at the little boy in front of him, and asked in an unusually cold tone: "Who are you?" ”

"We?" The little boy didn't seem to expect Zhang Meng to become so fast, and after being slightly stunned, he said with a somewhat hesitant expression: "The person lying on the bed is called Sun Ren." ”

"What about you?" Zhao San took out his cigarette gun and took a puff, he knew that this matter had become very troublesome.

"My name is Sun Jiao." The little boy did not wait for anyone to ask him what his relationship was with the man in the bed, and said, "He is my father, and I am his son." But he has a nickname, and you don't know it. ”

"Huh?" The crowd was a little puzzled.

"His nickname is Thousand Faces Sun, uh, I've actually heard people call him that." Sun Jiao shrugged helplessly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Although I am his son, I don't know much about him." So, if you want to know more about him, I'm afraid you'll have to look it up for yourself. ”

Listening to the little boy Sun Jiao's mouthful of 'him', Zhang Meng and the three of them understood that the relationship between the child in front of them and Sun Ren's father and son was not good.

"Since you already guessed that we would come to you when we saw the picture, what else do you father and son know?" Now, Zhang Meng also knew that it was useless to be anxious, so he simply sat aside and quietly looked at Sun Ren, who had fallen asleep in front of him.

No, it was the one who brought back the news of his father's death on Chinese New Year's Eve!