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Ning Yuqian was busy until late at night, so that he could relax and empty his mushy head. In the past few days, his brain has been filled with too many things, and he has deliberately kept his brain running, not giving it the slightest chance to rest.

In the past few days, the spinning top has been spinning, making Ning Yuqian's whole person look a lot decadent, and he doesn't care, although he deliberately sneaks to play with the Lin family, it doesn't mean that he is not in a hurry.

So far, Ning Yuqian still hadn't known anything about Ling Zishan's whereabouts from Chief Chen's mouth. The only thing that is certain is that it was Chief Chen who quietly took her away from Fu's mansion at the beginning.

Ning Yuqian couldn't remember what he had forgotten in the past few days? It occurred to him just now that he didn't seem to have told Fu Lao Ling Zishan the news that he was still alive.

Thinking of Fu Lao's desperate and old face, Ning Yuqian hurriedly got up, picked up his coat and hurried to Fu's house, since he came back from country Y, in order to facilitate his movements, he has been living in the company. Coupled with the previous guilty mentality, he has been avoiding Fu Lao intentionally or unintentionally, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with not returning to Fu's house, which led to the delay until now, and he forgot to tell the person who should have told him in the first place.

The night was hazy, and the misty moonlight and sparse lights set off a huge curtain of night, and the road where the three or two vehicles passed was empty by the street lights. Occasionally, passers-by are in a hurry, as if they are swallowed up by the boundless darkness if they take a slow step.

The black limited edition Bentley gallops past the city's nexus and heads north. To the north, Kyoto's suburbs are dotted with abandoned warehouses, garbage dumps, and undeveloped wasteland that can leave pedestrians lost in the unattended.

Since ancient times, the more desolate the situation, the more remote the countryside, the more many bandits who do not want to die.

The suburbs north of Kyoto are such a place. There are many urban bandits living in warehouses of all sizes here, they are not big and vicious people, but they are proficient in pornography, gambling and drugs, and they never go to work properly, just thinking about making a lot of money by going through the doorway. Such people are the easiest to use, and most of the people Lin Weiyuan is looking for are from here.

Bentley slowly stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse, which was much cleaner than the others, and it could be seen that it was being cleaned from time to time. A young man in a black suit walked out of the car, with a meticulous hairstyle and a slender figure with an indifferent temperament, all of which showed the good status of this young man. It's just that indifferent look that can always turn people away from three miles away.

Seeing people coming, someone in the warehouse hurried out, and when they saw the person, they respectfully stepped forward.

"Childe."

"What about others?"

"Rest in there." The young man didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's indifferent attitude, and he still smiled happily.

This young man is Childe, and this warehouse is the hiding place of the ghost hand after coming to Kyoto. The place was chosen by the ghost hand himself, and when he first chose this place, Childe was quite surprised, according to a person like the ghost hand, he would never let his life have the slightest possibility of being sloppy.

It wasn't until he came here for the first time with the ghost hand that Childe understood that this was one of the base points of the ghost hand in Kyoto, and it was very secretive.

The outside of the warehouse was still devastated, with rusty iron boron and dust on the floor, as well as moss crawling all over the corners of the walls.

The first floor of the warehouse is indeed empty like an abandoned place, in a small corner of the warehouse, in an inconspicuous position, there is a circular sewer-like opening, open the iron cover above, and the underground layer is the inside.

Compared to the sloppiness of the ground, the basement can be described as 'splendid'. The perimeter is equipped with a waterproof and anti-fog wall made of molten iron, and the wall is also strategically pasted with tiles, which looks like the wall in a small apartment, clean and neat.

The basement is not big, one bedroom and one living room, the room is arranged extremely weirdly according to the preferences of the ghost hand, it looks messy, but it is spotless when you look closely, and there is a strong logical distribution.

The bloody paintings on the walls are unknown to the great writer, and a black wardrobe sits across the front of the room, guarding the room like a black-faced god, and the wardrobe is just like it, and it is full of deadly munitions.

Large pieces of furniture, in addition to the wardrobe, there is only one bed left. Around, there are many small piers, all of which are embedded in the ground, and if you are blinded by the black light, you don't know which small pier you will trip over, and these small piers are hidden enough explosives to blow up the entire warehouse.

Compared to the room, the living room is much simpler, that is, the surrounding walls are hung with a variety of different knives, a TV set that is too old to watch, and a sofa for his subordinates to sleep, if there is a place to sit for guests.

Naturally, there will be no second person here besides Childe.

The one who came out to greet the son just now was Zhang Hui, who was in charge of 'accompaniing' the ghost hand here, he was a ghost hand in Kyoto, not an insider, but he was very loyal, and after knowing that the ghost hand needed someone to take care of him, he came without hesitation.

Zhang Hui is not tall, thin and small, he is the kind of person who can no longer be found in the crowd, laughing all day long, and it seems that every day of life makes him very satisfied.

"The master just went to rest, son, do you want to wait?" After Zhang Hui took the person to the basement, he glanced at the closed door and said in embarrassment.

"No need, I'm just here to deliver something to him." Gongzi nodded at Gu Quan behind him, Gu Quan walked in with a box and placed it at Zhang Hui's feet, "Your supplies are not enough, contact me again." After speaking, Childe left with Gu Quan.

The purpose of Childe's visit was indeed just to send such a box of daily necessities for two people. Others came to see him off and felt unsafe, since the ghost hand moved in, this matter has been done by Gu Quan himself, and today I don't know if it's a brain pump, and the son actually wants to come and see the idea.

I couldn't see the ghost hand, and Childe didn't regret it, so he left the warehouse quickly, got into the car, looked at the thin figure who came out to see them off through the rearview mirror, and sighed heavily in his heart.

"Childe, are you pity Zhang Hui?" Gu Quan has followed Gongzi for many years, knows a little about his thoughts, and guesses.

"With a simple mind and no scheming, such a person by his side will not end well."

Childe picked up a magazine in the car and flipped through it, and coincidentally, the cover was a report on Ning's Group's entry into the Kyoto market. The above describes how 'versatile' Ning Yuqian is, so much so that in just a few years, the Ning Group has multiplied several times, and now it has entered Kyoto.

On the surface, the words on the report are indeed praise, but after thinking about it for a while, you can find that under the praise, there is a mockery, mocking the family from Jiangnan, who should not stretch out his hand so long.

"The path you chose..."Gu Quan sighed and didn't say any more. But those words are well known to both of them, and these words are not just talking about the thin and simple young man?

The car sped through the night, like a leopard that could not return home, hiding unknown dangers and the fury of destruction.

When Ning Yuqian arrived at Fu's house, Fu Lao was resting, but Rong Zhengtong hadn't slept yet, and he didn't know what he was doing in the living room, when he looked up and saw him coming back, he called out softly, "I'm back." ”

"Well, Aunt Rong... Did Grandpa Fu sleep? ”

"What time is it..."Rong Zhengtong glanced at him complainingly, and said earnestly, "You guys, I don't know how much to go home to see, what are you busy with all day long?" Shanshan is gone, you are also half of your grandfather's grandson, can't you replace Shanshan to honor his old man? ”

Ning Yuqian, who was lowered by Rong Zhengtong's words, apologized angrily, "I'm sorry." ”

"I know you're uncomfortable, everyone put pressure on you at the beginning, but Yu Qian, no one really blames you for anything..."Rong Zhengtong raised his head towards the second floor, "Although your grandfather Fu said that he blamed you or something, in fact, it was a knife mouth tofu heart, these days when you didn't come back, Aunt Rong could see how worried he was about you." ”

Ning Yuqian, who was speechless, didn't know how to answer at all, so he could only keep his head down and be silent.

"Okay, I've been busy for so long, I'll finally go home and have a good rest, and I'll get up early tomorrow morning to have breakfast with your grandfather Fu." Rong Zhengtong also knew that the most uncomfortable thing in the whole thing was actually Ning Yuqian, so he didn't dwell on this matter, but asked people to go back to rest, "I also went back to sleep, it's not early..."

"Okay." Ning Yu modestly helped Rong Zhengtong and stood up.

Rong Zhengtong saw that Ning Yuqian was going to help him back to the room, and glared at him as if he was angry, "Okay, I don't want you to help me go back, I'm not old enough yet." With this heart, I'll treat you Grandpa Fu tomorrow..."

Ning Yuqian, who was kind-hearted, but was reprimanded for no reason, withdrew his hand speechlessly, and after seeing Rong Zhengtong return to the room, he sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate. After a while, he got up and went to the room, but instead of going back to his room, he went to Ling Zishan's room.

The furnishings in the room are still the same, clean and spotless, and you can see that the room is often cleaned, and the people who clean it are very careful, and nothing is still in its original position. Probably Rong Zhengtong cleaned it himself, Ning Yuqian thought to himself, and walked to the bathroom.

After washing up and cleaning himself up, he lay down on the bed and lay down in the position where Ling Zishan had slept in the past. Ling Zishan has a strange habit, not only recognizing the bed, but also the location, almost every night she sleeps in the same position, and she can't sleep for half a night when she changes the bed.