Fengting Yaqian Private Club, the lights outside the parking lot are bright.

Well-dressed customers walked into the room with a soft conversation and laughter under the guidance of the waiter.

In the distance, the skyscrapers shimmer neon, and the darkness is covered under the flood of colors.

It was still the quiet room of the VIP room, Qin Xi sat behind the tea table nervously, the rose tea in his hand had already cooled, and he never thought of picking it up and taking a sip.

Brush, with a slight sound, the door opened.

Chen Feng walked into this quiet room.

"Mr. Chen!"

Qin Xi hurriedly got up, his anxious mood was immediately released, and asked, "How is the investigation?" I haven't received any news from Brother Lame Hao in the past two days! Broken Kun has also lost contact! ”

"Also, Fengxiang Tower was attacked and exploded, do you know? Did Brother Lame Hao also drink tea in Fengxiang Tower at that time? I asked my men, and they didn't say anything! ”

"I sent a lot of messages, but there was no response in the chip channel, is something wrong?"

"Mrs. Qin, don't worry, sit down first."

Chen Feng said in a calm tone, motioning for Qin Xi to slow down and sit down first.

"I've checked it out, and all your worries have been answered lately."

When Qin Xi heard this, he sat down nervously, endured it, and didn't ask any more questions. She held the teacup nervously and stared at Chen Feng without blinking.

"Before I answer this commission, I hope you will hear me tell you a story." Chen Feng was still very calm, looking at Qin Xi.

"Storytelling?" Qin Xi was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, this story is important to you. After listening, you will know the answer. Chen Feng's ten fingers were placed on the table, expressing a calm attitude.

"Okay, I trust you." Qin Xi took a few deep breaths, nodded and said.

"The beginning of this story took place forty years ago......"

"At that time, the streets of the river, some of the old streets, were the lowestly and humble places...... Next to that garbage heap is a group of people who are desperate to survive every day......"

"On this day, a garbage truck finally came, and the children rushed to it......"

Chen Feng's tone was flat, like a bystander, telling the story.

Qin Xi went from being confused and apprehensive at the beginning, to listening carefully, and gradually his hand holding the teacup was loose and tight, and his heart was pounding.

When he heard "Hao Zi has bread ...... in his hands", Qin Xi's heart suddenly twitched. She couldn't help but raise her palm and cover her mouth, as if she knew who this 'Haozai' was talking about.

When he heard "Hao Zai desperately crawled to the entrance of the alley, saw that the bread in his arms had been crumbled into crumbs, and was so sad that he c......ried silently", Qin Xi's fingers were already trembling violently, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help but gush out.

As Chen Feng calmly narrated one sentence at a time, the atmosphere in the entire room became depressing and cold.

Qin Xi could only cover his mouth desperately, his palms kept trembling, and tears flowed silently. She had never heard anyone talk about it, and she didn't know that the person she loved in her heart had such an experience.

When he heard "Hao Zi killed that gang leader and was chased and killed with a lame leg...... Qin Xi's heart was pulled up fiercely, biting his lip and not daring to make any sound.

“...... At that drinking party, he met a girl named Qin Xi...... He has the motivation to live again, he wants to marry her, he wants to wash his hands and retire to live a normal life......"

When Qin Xi heard Chen Feng's story, he couldn't hold back any longer, buried his head in the palm of his hand, and cried bitterly on the table.

But Chen Feng was still talking plainly, and he was still listening to Qin Xi's ears one by one.

Broken Kun comes to Lame Hao, then Lucius, then Wei Zhifu's blood ritual, then Lame Hao's struggle and confusion as he moves away from the streets, and finally continues the cruel and pathetic process in the consciousness of atonement and accusation.

“...... He murdered the special detective named Fan Jun, and then fled back to Wei Street, but was pursued by the same detective...... After a stubborn battle, he was captured by the detectives...... Then he was put on trial. ”

After Chen Feng finished saying this ending paragraph, he looked at Qin Xi calmly.

"I wonder what happened to Brother Lame Hao! Please! Tell me...... Tell me...... I can do whatever you want...... Tell me ......"

Qin Xi's face was full of tears, and he was already crying and was close to collapse. She pleaded with Chen Feng, her body trembling constantly, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

"He has iniquity on his hands, and the blood of countless men, and though his own tears, they are not enough to wash away these sins and wrongs."

Chen Feng said slowly, "At the end of the trial, he left me a last word, and then ended his life himself. ”

Qin Xi's face was suddenly bloodless, and his pleading crying stopped, only the words "life is over" echoed in his ears, and there was no color in sight in front of him.

"Don't you want to know the last words?" Chen Feng still asked calmly.

Qin Xi didn't seem to hear this, just muttered with a dull gaze.

"Before he died, he said to me, Qin Xi is innocent, and our child is also innocent, please, tell her the truth."

The words "our child" suddenly rang in Qin Xi's ears like thunder. Her body trembled violently, and she looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, her lips and hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Your child, he secretly survived." Chen Feng whispered.

"What?"

Qin Xi Huo Ran got up and slammed into the table with a bang, but he was still panicked and crawled to Chen Feng's side, and asked tremblingly, "Kid...... My baby...... Still there? ”

............

At night.

Whistle Lane, at the very edge of the boundary of the east of the street, is a series of simple and ordinary shantytowns, mixed with messy high-rise buildings, and dimly lit. It was once a garbage area a few decades ago, but it has been renovated to become a slum settlement.

Overall, living conditions here have improved considerably. Neon signs are still visible, as are dilapidated smart machines, and there are also dissized shops in business.

In the streets and alleys, there are not many people who stay up late to work, and they are still busy. They have delivery workers, hawkers, and gangs in the grey industry.

Whistle Lane is an area where the Crocodiles are strong, so it's not chaotic in terms of order. Even the Crocodile Gang has done a good thing for the aborigines for decades by building a small ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, some famous figures in the century-old history of the street are enshrined. There are also ecclesiastical and folklore, all kinds of inexplicable idols.

The beliefs of the poor are very simple, and they ask for whatever is effective. So although the offerings in this ancestral hall are very miscellaneous, they meet everyone's needs, and the incense is okay.

Chen Feng was still wearing a black suit and sunglasses, appearing outside the ancestral hall. He surveyed his surroundings for a moment, then casually stepped through the door of the ancestral hall and surveyed the interior again.

In the middle of the night, there were still a few drunkards lying by the wall, snoring. There are also gamblers who are anxious to lose, lying in a corner and whispering prayers. There were even a few beggars who simply sat by the door, as if sleeping in the hope of something fruitful.

Chen Feng's arrival did not attract anyone's attention.

It is not surprising that people of various identities enter the ancestral hall every day with different purposes and intentions. Perhaps in their eyes, Chen Feng was just a drunkard or a gambler, or even a black-hearted person who came to pray with a restless conscience.

The statues of the altar in the ancestral hall are arc-shaped, and there are gaps between each statue, separated by metal frames and opaque materials. It doesn't matter which god you worship, and you don't have to worry about being snooped on, what you say or do.

"There is still a privacy ......" Chen Feng silently spit out.

He went around to the arc inside and found the 'righteous statue' that Qin Xi said.

Although he had already guessed and prepared before he came, when he really saw this 'righteous statue', Chen Feng's heart still twitched, and he was speechless......

The familiar jujube red face, thick black long hair, lying silkworm eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, majestic body, majestic and majestic......

But there are some differences, such as the 'righteous statue' does not have the famous Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand, but only a fist in one hand and a palm in the other, and his expression is solemn and solemn like bowing.

Looking at this altar, which was rumored to be a 'righteous statue' by the people, Chen Feng's heart was at a loss again.

'Is this world a parallel time and space?' Or is it the earth world that I am familiar with? ’

But Chen Feng couldn't find an answer, everything was plausible.

Therefore, the desire to go to the 'archives' to consult the documents became stronger and stronger.

'Well, after the matter is done, you have to make up for the knowledge, and you can't delay it any longer......

Chen Feng took a deep breath to calm down, then looked around, and did not notice the peeping, so he immediately leaned down and looked at the base of the 'righteous statue' of the altar.

While aiming at the feet of the 'righteous image', he found the right direction, and reached down to grope for it. Sure enough, there was an extremely blurred pattern, like the shape of a ring.

Chen Feng took out a delicate pink ring from the hidden pocket of his suit, which was an engagement token given to Qin Xi by Lame Hao.

He stealthily placed the ring close to the lines of the base.

A hazy fluctuation sense was keenly perceived by Chen Feng.

A certain gap in the base opened silently, and a cylindrical object about the length of the index finger slipped out and fell into Chen Feng's palm.

Chen Feng remained silent, pretending to be prostrate and concealing the cylinder. Then, he prayed a few words, lit three sticks of incense, and quickly left the ancestral hall after saluting.

Penetrating into a remote alley under the cover of night, Chen Feng cautiously took out the cylinder and observed it carefully.

It is clear that the cylinder is divided into two sections. The appearance is ordinary, like a metal test tube in a laboratory.

On the left section, it reads 'Memory Stick'. On the right cut pipe, it reads 'Qin Xi'.

Chen Feng twisted slightly, and the cylinder separated.

On the separate sections, the interface still retains the shape of the ring.

Chen Feng thought about it, and continued to take out the ring and embed it in the right interception tube that represented 'Qin Xi'. Silently, the right canal cracked, revealing two items wrapped in special gel.

One is an identity plate printed with the appearance of a baby's embryo, and the other is a strange key engraved with the words 'Zhengxiang Nanbo Biotechnology Research Laboratory', which is transparent in color.

Chen Feng continued to insert the ring into the other left tube that represented the 'memory stick'. It was also silent, the left interceptor was cracked, and a memory stick the length of a finger fell into Chen Feng's hands.

'This one should be a token about Lame Hao's child, and this one should be the ......secret that Lame Hao said,' Chen Feng thought silently, then put away all his belongings and left briskly again.

About an hour later, Chen Feng reappeared in the shadow of the eaves on a remote street corner.

The lights were dim and there was silence.

But in a moment, an ordinary small environmental protection car with no logo slowly approached Chen Feng. The window of the car was lowered to reveal Qin Xi wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Chen Feng opened the car door and got into the car, sat in the back seat, and took the special rubber wrapped nameplate and key in his hand.

"Nanbo Biotechnology, do you know?" Chen Feng asked in a low voice.

Qin Xi's shoulders trembled, he lowered his voice without looking back, and said hoarsely with exhaustion: "I know, it's a laboratory sponsored by Brother Lame Hao......"

Chen Feng nodded slightly, and stuffed the special gelatinous package into Qin Xi's hand.

"Remember what I told you, take your children and live a good life in a different city."

After speaking, Chen Feng opened the car door and got out of the car and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Qin Xi's tears poured out from the edge of her sunglasses, she looked at Chen Feng, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you!" Thank you ......."

Chen Feng didn't look back, sighed, and said, "You are innocent, and the child is also innocent." Let's go, the farther the better, don't come back, remember my words......"

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng quickly left and disappeared into the darkness.

The eco-friendly car parked quietly in the shadows for a moment, then started and drove into the unknown distance......

The night was windy, and the buildings and neon were swaying in the wind.

It was as hazy as frost......