The office is very quiet, and even the reckless people dare not make a sound.

The atmosphere was a little heavy in the empty environment, full of leaves from the previous autumn falling on the frosted glass of the central patio, and the afternoon sun was good, shining through the gaps in the leaves on Lu Mingfei and Ange, the shadows of the leaves hanging over their faces, making it impossible to see their expressions.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you hiding?" Ange was the first to break the silence.

"Hiding something enough to drive the world crazy." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Something to do with the Bronze City?" Ange said, "You finish almost cleanly, but you can't stand the people who have a heart to investigate to the end, they no longer care whether there is evidence or not, as long as you leave a little clue, you can directly determine what you got in the Bronze City?" ”

"You're sure you know, Headmaster." Lu Mingfei was expressionless, "There is something wrong with your identity." ”

"I just want to drag the dragons to hell with me." Ange regained his smile, and the madness in his heart was written directly on his face.

"The way to get into the Nibelungen."

"Pop" The bone china cup in Ange's hand fell directly to the ground without holding it steady, he didn't care about the spilled tea, he stood up suddenly, and his movements quickly didn't show that he was an old man over 100 years old, but like a young man who had just turned twenty.

"You're not kidding?" Ange stared at Lu Mingfei's face, as if he wanted to see through his inner thoughts.

"What's the method?"

"I haven't tried it yet, and I don't even know where the Nibelungen is." Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"How did you know that the Bronze City had a way into the Nibelungen?" Ange said.

"I got into a fight with Norton, and I knew it." Lu Mingfei said.

"Why don't you report to the academy?" Ange sat back down, somewhat softened.

"Are you kidding, you've had a long deal with some people, and you should know better than I know their virtues. Everyone has a certain understanding of what the Nibelungen is. In the face of interests, slaying dragons is a joke. The black tea that Lu Mingfei slowly stirred formed a whirlpool, as if it had infinite suction.

"Does anyone know how?" Ange said.

"A few of us, rest assured, our mouths are very strict in this kind of thing, and we have 502 smeared."

"Today, we're just talking about your achievements and your plans for the future, and I'm sure you'll be a big part of the history of the Kassel Academy. You're our S-Class. The principal stood up and walked behind Lu Mingfei and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, Headmaster. I will work hard to live up to the expectations of the school. Lu Mingfei raised his head and his face was full of glory, as if he was a primary school student who was praised by the principal himself.

"Notify me when you act." Ange pulled out a note, "This is my private channel, it's safe." There was some remembrance in the words and a trace of sadness hidden between the eyebrows.

"Understood." Lu Mingfei took the note with a smile on his face, "Dear Headmaster, may I ask what else is going on?" ”

Ange felt a chill, which had experienced strong winds and waves, and dared to hold a wine bottle in one hand and a knife in the other hand in the dense rain of bullets.

"Happy holidays. When you travel, you just need to remember my old bones. ”

"Yes, yes, I'll take you next time. I still have dates. Lu Ming left in a hurry.

Ange watched Lu Mingfei leave, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and picked up a report casually.

He took out his lighter, lit the paper full of reports, and watched as they slowly turned to ashes in the fireplace.

"Zihang! Zihang! Drive away, drive, go! The man roared hoarsely, a thick, blood-red mist rising from his body.

Chu Zihang stood dumbfounded, feeling the sharp pain of those "shooting stars" stabbing in his body!

"Be obedient!" The man's blood-red eyes stared at Chu Zihang deadly, "Revenge or something depends on the son!" ”

Chu Zihang opened the car door and looked at the center console without a keyhole.

"Start!" He tried to shout at Maybach.

The engine roared, and Chu Zihang instantly understood what the man said to him just now, the third person who could wake up the engine of this car was him!

Chu Zihang started in reverse gear, the car was moving backwards rapidly, and the man secretly taught him to drive, using this Maybach, and they once opened the skylight and ran on the dirt road in the suburbs of spring.

The swirling storm crashed against the car, the surrounding walls of water squeezed in, and the desperately roaring 6.0-litre V12 reached its maximum power, but it couldn't push the body out of here, a terrible field, it was sealed by the rain.

"Open Sesame!" The man shouted and threw the long knife in his hand at the head of the eight-legged steed, and at the same time, he was surrounded by the "meteor" that attacked again, and exploded into a cloud of blood in the air.

The power of the water wall weakened instantly, and Maybach Ping roared and burst through it, away from this strange space. Chu Zihang lay on the bed under the window, lying in the dark, the night wind was moist and slightly cool.

Chu Zihang's mind was empty, driving on the elevated road, the stereo in the car turned on again at some point, and his daughter and father sang in duet.

Daughter, dear daughter, there is nothing wrong with the arrangement I have given you,

I will marry you to the son of a rich family,

Once I'm old, he'll be the man you rely on,

He's still young, but he's growing up.

That's right, it's this song, that's right!

Suddenly he understood.

The man played this song to him, and he played it right. He is that daughter, the man added him to the wealthy family, the man hopes that he can live well, and hopes that he will have something to rely on in the future.

In the real world, a man is a man with little ability, he is just a driver all his life, a pawn who secretly picks up his son from school, and he can only do that.

Many times he drove this Maybach and waited outside the school gate, but when he saw the Mercedes-Benz S500 driving in, he shrank his head and left, believing that he had seen the "daughter" to rely on.

He could play the role of Puller with a long knife, but he didn't want his son to know about another world, so he fled far away.

"You'll understand in the future."

Now Chu Zihang has understood, what about the man, the man is dead. Too late.

Chu Zihang slammed on the brakes. The tires made a screeching sound, the car stopped in the rain, and lay across the empty elevated road, Chu Zihang opened the roof sunroof, leaned on the back of the seat, and looked up at the sky.

It was as if the rain of the whole world had poured in through that skylight, and the hard, icy rain was pumping in his face, whipping in his face.

He didn't feel the pain in the cold night, and the man's voice and the song were interspersed in his ears.

"Kill you!" He leaned on the steering wheel and yelled with all his might.

Chu Zihang was lying on the bed, lying in the dark, the night wind was moist and slightly cool.

He had been looking at the enamel chandelier above his head for a long time with his eyes open.

Several years have passed, and every night before falling asleep, Chu Zihang will think about it once, recalling all the experiences, every detail, until he confirms that he has not forgotten anything.

He took the course "Introduction to Brain Science" until human memory is unreliable, like a broken hard disk that is easily demagnetized. As time passed, he would forget something sporadically, and then forget more and more, and more and more, so that the picture of that rainy night was like an old photograph that was yellowed, cracked, and peeled, blurred along with the man's face.

But he didn't want to forget, because in this world, he was the only one who remembered that man.

If he also forgets, it is as if the man never existed.

"Dad, it's raining again." Chu Zihang said softly.

The rain crackled against the window, the two weapons of jealousy and anger leaned on the head of the bed, and with the village rain, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.