Rawls stood in his father's office and looked out of the window, but this view contained a great deal of fear, and he never forgot that he was standing on the top floor of a skyscraper of more than 300 meters.

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info The palatial office has only one wall that is solid, the others are reinforced glass.

Although he knew that the glass was strong enough to withstand the impact of large-caliber bullets, he still couldn't suppress his dizziness for fear of heights.

This was one of the reasons why his father sometimes criticized him, because he felt that he had not fully grown into the manhood of the Golder family.

Strangely enough, my father was so brave that he loved his office, and he once said that he liked the heights of the office.

Soon my father would move out, though, because my father's company's new headquarters had erected an 800-meter-tall supertall on the waterfront three blocks away.

Rawls knew that his father would continue to move, and that his pursuit of heights would not stop casually.

After the age of eighteen, his father strongly disapproved of him participating in extracurricular activities at school.

On the contrary, more often than not, he arranged for Rawls to follow him to business activities, which made him gain a lot of knowledge.

But he was also very distressed, and his classmates had treated him as an alternative, and basically no one talked to him.

There was also little direct contact with the teacher, and Rawls felt like a transparent person, and everyone began to ignore him.

He found the right time to talk to his father in the huge living room.

His father asked him to talk about his thoughts, and then told him that you are different from other classmates.

He asked his father what was different, and he said he would find out later.

The outcome of this conversation was very much the same as the usual conversation between father and son about Rawls's mother.

Anyway, in the end, his father, who looked a little stiff, told him that he would find out later.

The father's communication with him was always carried out under a very serious expression, and Rawls felt more like two people who did not have a deep relationship with each other talking than father and son.

When the father said something like this, it meant that the conversation was over.

He thought that the trembling old woman was his mother or grandmother, but later learned that it was just a deaf and dumb servant in the family, and he had never seen her.

His father told him to stay in the office and wait for him to come back.

Presumably, my father was going to take care of the day-to-day affairs of the company.

Ever since the resumption of the war in the Yars region, my father has been busy, and he has been convening meetings to provide the government with special or comprehensive solutions related to the war.

In my father's words, his company was just a service provider for war planning, and it was just a business, and there was nothing else in it.

Rawls didn't understand why those people wanted to go to war, but he knew that war was far away from him and far from the country.

No one on this planet can act at war against the country of Rawls, because the United States of Myers is the strongest in war, even more than the combined strength of all the countries that are behind it.

So, as my father said, maybe this unprecedented company is really providing program planning services.

My father was busy with these things, and it was not Rawls's turn to intervene.

Rawls stood for a long time in front of his father's wine cabinet, and he noticed that one of the bottles had been opened, and the liquid inside was on the shoulder of the flask, apparently drunk by someone.

His father didn't drink, and Rawls remembered it well, and he didn't allow Rawls to touch the magical liquid-like substance.

But the problem is that only two people have actually come in to this office of more than 300 square feet, that is, my father and Rawls?

My father touched this wine?

Rawls thought he would try it himself, just a little bit and see how it tasted.

He carefully tugged open the glass door outside the wine cabinet, grabbed the flask, and lifted it out.

Remove the scrub lid and pour a few drops onto your tongue.

It feels good, sweet and sour, and there is a slight bitterness in it.

He couldn't help but take a few big sips, and the feeling coming down his throat was a little sticky and burning.

Then my brain began to feel a little groggy, and the soles of my feet seemed to be stepping on the bed, up and down.

The glass bottle in his hand fell on the carpet and did not break.

The liquid was bubbling onto the carpet, staining the light carpet red with blood.

Rawls felt his feet weigh up, then his whole body, his head no longer controllable, and he fell heavily on the carpet.

In his blurred vision, he turned his head to see a long strip behind him.

Isn't he the only one in this room?

When Rawls woke up, he was greeted by the ceiling of his luxurious bedroom.

The color on the top is completely classical, and my father said that it was left by his ancestors, and there is no research as to how old it is, so I naturally don't know.

In his spare time at school, he went to the school library to look through the materials of the buildings and mural styles of various periods, but there was no such style.

The most important thing is the theme of the mural, there is an indescribable pride in the thick ink and color, the face of the protagonist in some paintings is actually green, when he was a child, he asked his father what was wrong, and his father explained that this is because the mural was completed after too much time, the result of natural corrosion by the air.

He looked up at the painting across the bed, the subject of a lizard-like reptile with scales that made him feel uncomfortable, and green skin that softened on his body, this reptile took up most of the picture.

In addition to this, a small forest is visible in the background, and there are several monkeys in the trees.

Rawls likes to watch geography and nature books and TV shows, and he knows that monkeys won't get so close to crocodile reptiles anyway.

So the man who painted this picture must have been a whimsical guy, but at least much better than Rawls himself, who considered himself a very old-fashioned person.

Pulling the rope at the head of the bed, the trembling old servant entered.

Rawls took the clothes and got dressed, and ordered the servant to prepare his favorite breakfast, which was no different from a normal day, and he opened the curtains and looked at the sunlight shining from the side, the weather was so nice that day.

In the dining room downstairs, my father had apparently gotten up early, and after he had finished exercising, he would take a break to wash up, and then start reading the newspaper and waiting for Rawls to have breakfast together.

As Rawls went downstairs, he remembered what he was going to do today, and then wondered if he had anything left to do yesterday.

But what he did yesterday is not at all remembered.

He sat down at the table and greeted his father.

He wanted to ask his father what was going on, and maybe he could.

The father listened to his question, and the newspaper was not put down, and answered him from the back of the paper, that Rawls had done nothing yesterday.

Rawls trusted his father so much that he began to eat breakfast, and when he picked up his bread, he caught a glimpse of the newspaper his father was reading.

What did my father read yesterday's newspaper?

You know, my father never read expired newspapers.

He quietly reminded his father if he had taken it by mistake.

The father looked at him strangely and said firmly, this is today.

This was also confirmed by the words of the old servant who came and interjected.

Rawls began to be skeptical, and as he spread jam on his bread, he suddenly remembered that it was yesterday's newspaper, because the blueberry jam he had applied yesterday was the same color as a photograph in the newspaper, and he remembered this very well.

And today's jam is indeed bright red, and the contrast in color is very strong, he will not be mistaken.

He tentatively asked his father how he got home yesterday, and he said that Rawls had never been out at all, and had stayed at home all day yesterday to read his books.

Rawls didn't know why his father was lying, and he wasn't even sure if his father was lying.

Lying is to cover up something, or to gain something, and if the father has no motive on either point, then it cannot be lying.

But the memory in my mind is so clear, how can it be fake?

The old servant came over, and like Rawls's father reported that Rawls had not been sleeping very well at night lately, accompanied by shouting and even slight signs of sleepwalking.

This sentence reminded Rawls, is he sleepwalking?

Perhaps, he thought of it as he thought about it.

The mood began to turn pleasant, and after dinner, he got up to his father's luxury automatic driverless RV, and then went with his father to observe and learn.

For some reason, from the moment he entered the headquarters of the Gold Group of Companies, Rawls began to force himself to imagine how many elevators his father would take him to and who he would meet inside.

Thinking along the way, it turns out that what he imagined was not right at all.

He was eventually taken by his father to the office on the top floor.

Isn't it that my father is going to be busy next and leave him in the office?

Sure enough, it was.

Father is gone, leaving Rawls, who is afraid of heights, in his office on the top floor, which is such a nice place, so high.

Unlike his father, he didn't like to stay at such a high place at all.

After a few glances into the distance, he was in no mood and walked around.

I don't know when I turned to my father's wine cabinet, and he identified the wine in the cabinet one by one.

After looking at the year to see the origin, after looking at the color to see the trademark, the right is to kill time.

From top to bottom to the last floor, Rawls noticed a gap in the neat row of bottles.

It was just the time for a bottle of wine.

My father was a slightly paranoid person, he paid great attention to detail, and he definitely couldn't tolerate such a gap.

He was almost finished, and he was a little tired.

Just as he was about to turn around, he scanned something very special on the light-colored carpet out of the corner of his eye.

Standing and unable to see clearly, Rawls had to crouch down, a stain, dark red.

Rawls had a scene in his head, bottles, gurgling liquid, a carpet dyed red.

He looked at the wine cabinet again, and looked at the carpet.

I really came here yesterday, but my father and the servants proved that he hadn't.

Which one is true?

Father returned, and Rawls heard the key open the door.

There are only two people who can enter this room, and it must be my father.

He went over to greet his father, who might have finished his day's work early and could now take Rawls for a walk, even if it was to sit in Dragonscale Square for a while.

He stood behind the door, waiting for his father to come in.

The doorknob is crooked, indicating that the person outside has opened the door and is about to come in.

Judging by this very slow movement, it doesn't look like my father's style.

If it had been a father, the door would have been opened and closed.

Isn't this a father?

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Rawls is in a hurry, does anyone dare to casually fall into the room of the supreme head of the Gold Group?

He quietly pulled his scimitar from the rack his father had set up, and once again stood behind the door.

The door didn't open, and the handle slowly returned to its original position, never moving again.

Then there was the long wait for Rawls's heart to beat faster.

Until his father actually returned, Rawls's arm holding the knife couldn't put it down.

This appearance really frightened his father, who quickly put down his serious expression and helped him relax his stiff arms.

The father didn't pay much attention to Rawls's account, and he didn't believe anyone had been there before he returned.

At the son's insistence, the father promised to see if the surveillance probe had captured anything.

Father and son sat on the couch and used a voice-activated system to turn on a large screen hidden behind a movable wall and plug in the signal.

Inside, images appeared from two angles, left and right, and Rawls believed that something could be seen from the inside.

There is a shot of the father and son entering the room together, and then the father leaves.

Then, not long after, the picture suddenly turned a miserable green, there was nothing, and all that came into view was a piece of green.

It is glaring, even though it is green.

By fast-forwarding Rawls, he found that this sudden green color was only ten minutes away, and then his father returned.

The father spread his hands, which meant that the system was out of order, and he couldn't do anything.

The father turned on the internal communication system and asked the logistics supervisor to arrange for someone to repair it as soon as possible.

Rawls asked his father, how coincidentally?

His father patted him on the shoulder and said that there really is such a coincidence in this world.

The maintenance staff soon came, and after the inspection, reported to my father that there was no problem.

My father waved his hand and said that he hoped that they would replace the system as soon as possible and completely replace it with more advanced clothes.

Apparently, the father was affected by this incident.

Rawls comforted his father that he was not in danger and that he did not need to be so depressed.

The father thought about it, and he told his son that he was going to accompany Rawls to a secluded place to sit for a while, which was exactly in line with Rawls's idea.

Soon they made the trip, and when they arrived at a corner of Dragon Scale Square, the father and son found a bench that could seat two people.

On the opposite side is a distant city, and all kinds of skyscrapers are densely packed like big trees in the forest.

There was a long silence after his father sat down, and Rawls didn't know how to bring up the topic.

The father and son are like this, and many times no one takes the initiative to mention it.

In the end, it was Rawls who picked up the topic by asking about the gap in the wine cabinet, and after listening to Rawls, his father said that there was already a gap there.

He also reminded Rawls not to think of his father as strange, and that the empty space in the wine cabinet was not a problem.

Rawls then told his father about his experience yesterday, and his father looked into the distance, still with that attitude, and Rawls must have remembered it wrongly.

Even after looking into the distance for a while, he said that it was time to go home.

His father's mood was obviously wrong, and Rawls followed his father without making a sound.

When he returned home, he did not eat dinner together, and his father soon went to his study.

It doesn't feel good to have Rawls alone at a huge table enjoying a hearty dinner.

It's not good, this makes him not think about what he ate at all, but all kinds of questions from childhood to adulthood.

The problems piled up like a mountain, and the more and more they gathered in his mind, it also made him feel worse and worse.