"Have you been with his colleagues?" Gu Bei asked.

The middle-aged man patted his thigh: "Not to mention colleagues, we have a good relationship, we used to drink a little wine together or something."

"Can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

Gu Bei and Chu Zihang pulled over two chairs and sat opposite the middle-aged man.

"Lao Chu, Lao Chu, ......" the middle-aged man's eyes missed, "Lao Chu is a good person, he was married before, his wife is a good and beautiful dancer, and he gave birth to a son, and later divorced, he used to drive for the leaders of the tax bureau, and then he wanted to make more money, so he resigned and came out to drive for our boss, our relationship is not bad, I used to drink a little wine or something together."

Wow, this is still a story NPC.

Gu Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang just listened quietly and didn't react.

Gu Bei tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Is there anything more specific?" I mean...... What kind of person he is, I don't ask about his experience, I know all about his experience."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but was stunned.

He and Chu Tianjiao were old colleagues, and there should have been a lot to say, but when he really wanted to talk about it, he felt that man was very illusory.

Chu Tianjiao has no characteristics at all, he is a lackluster middle-aged man, he has no hobbies except for drinking, he has nothing to say except for bragging, and he has no family except for his ex-wife who is a dancer and the son who has the surname of someone else.

The man was jumping in front of him every day, but now that he thought about it, he realized that he didn't know that man at all.

"That's it." The middle-aged man had no choice but to say, "People are very good, but then they are gone, it's a pity."

Gu Bei frowned.

This statement is too vague, and it is the same as not saying it.

"Think again, a big living person, there is nothing else to say?" Gu Bei said.

The middle-aged man searched his intestines and thought for a long time: "He likes to eat braised large intestine ......"

"What else?"

"When I eat grilled chicken wings, I always like to double the spicy, and I can't stand the spiciness......

「……」

Come on!

Are you really familiar with Chu Tianjiao?

Do you only have an impression of him with braised large intestines and grilled chicken wings?

Are you brothers who drink small wine together with braised intestines and grilled chicken wings under the night light?

"There's really nothing to say."

The middle-aged man scratched his head helplessly.

"Lao Chu doesn't have much fun, it's just such a person, the boss tells him to get out of the car, and when he has nothing to do, he stays in the factory, he is either in the car or in the factory."

Chu Zihang grasped the point faster than Gu Bei: "You mean he lives in this factory?"

"Yes, he can't afford to buy a house with his salary, and when he divorced, he probably left the house, of course, he only lived in the factory, and the factory gave him a single dormitory, and now the dormitory is still locked, and his things are in it."

"Take us to see it!" Gu Bei made a decisive decision.

"It's fine to take you to see it, but it hasn't been opened in years, and it's probably dust," the middle-aged man said, "Maybe it's hard to say if it's moldy, it's a basement."

"Less nonsense, take us there." Gu Bei's tone could not be refused.

"Okay, I'll find the key to take you there." The middle-aged man is unwilling to offend these two sons and brothers introduced by Nadutong, after all, Nadutong has an official relationship, and to some extent, he can be regarded as the creditor of the Media Asia Group, and this kind of person cannot afford to offend.

They passed through a long hallway with offices on one side and rows of glass windows on the other.

The middle-aged man carried a large set of keys and chattered as he walked: "Seriously, sometimes I still miss Lao Chu, but he has been gone for so many years, and no one has come to ask him, as if this person is gone, it has no effect on anyone, and it is quite miserable for people to get mixed up in this point...... Sometimes I order a takeout with a large intestine and I miss him a lot."

Gu Bei's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at Chu Zihang.

If anyone has looked for traces of Chu Tianjiao's existence after he disappeared from the world, then the answer is 200% Chu Zihang.

This young man once endured the loneliness of the whole world, always believed that the old man was waiting for him in some corner of the world, and he searched all over the world for proof of the man's existence, and his expectations were disappointed again and again.

But the boy never came here to see it.

This doesn't make sense.

It was obviously the place where the man worked, and it was the place where the clues were most likely hidden, but it was ignored by the teenager.

The only explanation is that the boy was also somewhat affected by fate, and subconsciously forgot about the existence of this place.

The middle-aged man in front of him was still chattering and saying: "Speaking of which, this little brother here is a little similar to Lao Chu, but his personality is very different, Lao Chu's mouth can't stop, he is bragging all day long, saying how he is doing abroad, others don't believe it, and I'm stupid, chasing him every day to ask this and that, he has good patience, and he can answer whatever he asks, although this little brother looks alike, but it's too cold, like a stone."

Chu Zihang listened silently, it was as cold as a stone.

They reached the second basement floor, where the stairs and corridors were dark and elongated, the air was filled with the hum of air-conditioning compressors, and the corners were piled up with scrap mechanical parts.

"This place turned out to be an air-conditioning room and a temporary warehouse, Lao Chu said that he didn't have a house to live in on the day he came to work, so the boss said that he would temporarily arrange a room to live in the basement, and I took him to buy the bedding. I thought that he would move out after ten days and a half months, but who would have thought that he would live for a few years." The middle-aged man's mouth was also like Chu Tianjiao, and he couldn't stop talking as soon as he opened it, no wonder the two of them were good brothers.

"It smells like kerosene." Gu Bei fanned the front of his nose with his hand.

"Isn't that choking? When the factory is running, the smell here is choking, like burning a kerosene pot."

"There's not even a window here."

"Isn't it? At the beginning, we also told Lao Chu that your salary is not too small - although our boss ran away with the money, he is still quite generous to the people below - I asked him why he didn't find a rental house nearby to live in, it would be a few hundred yuan a month."

The middle-aged man sighed.

"Lao Chu said that he wanted to save some money, although his son has a surname, his father will get a gift money on the day of marriage."

Gu Bei didn't speak, and glanced at Chu Zihang again.

The stone-like man was silent the whole time, but Gu Bei noticed that the man's hands were already clenched into fists.

"This is it." The middle-aged man stopped in front of a tin door.

He squinted and picked out a key, tried it in the keyhole for a long time, and with a "click" the door opened.

"Little brother, take a few steps back, I'm afraid that this door will not be opened for a few years, and the rats will make nests in it, or there will be mold or something, which is not good for the body." The middle-aged man took out a tissue to cover his mouth and nose, and slowly pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, the air in the air was fresher than the air in the passage, but it smelled of dust.

In front of a few of them was a clean hut.

A double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a Xiaoice box are all Chu Tianjiao's furniture.

A few wires were pulled in one corner of the room, presumably for drying clothes, for there was still a jacket hanging on it.

There is no decoration on the concrete floor and walls, things are neatly arranged, the bedding is neat, and there are no instant noodle bowls thrown around, which really does not look like a place where a man lives alone.

A bland and boring room, neatly tied, but to be honest, there is nothing to tidy up, except for the necessary daily necessities, it is not easy to find even a single piece of paper.

The owner of this cottage lived not so much a simple life as an ascetic.

"Fortunately, Lao Chu loves cleanliness, he never puts food in the room, and rats are not uncommon to come in." The middle-aged man said.

"We can stay here

Wait a while?" The implication is that I don't want outsiders to be present.

The middle-aged man is also a human spirit, and he immediately understood the meaning of Gu Bei's words, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, no problem, I'll just go to the equipment room to have a look, and I'll do some work by the way when I come down."

The door was closed, only Gu Bei and Chu Zihang were left in the room, the wind no longer flowed, and the sound of the compressor was also isolated from the door.

Chu Zihang stopped in front of the door, while Gu Bei paced slowly in the room, examining everything in the hut.

On the bedside table was a photograph of a glamorous woman, a boy looking to be only four or five years old, and a man wearing a white shirt and woolen trousers, combing his oily hair, and proudly hugging the woman's waist.

Gu Bei recognized at a glance that the woman was Su Xiaoyan when she was young, and the boy was Chu Zihang when she was a child.

That man, Gu Bei also had a relationship.

However, compared to the vicissitudes of life under Odin's mask, Chu Tianjiao in this photo is obviously more energetic.

Gu Bei rummaged through the bedside table and found a few magazines, all of which were the most common "Bosom Friend", "Story Club" and the like, and there were a few invoices on the table, all of which were for eating, pinching feet, taking a sauna or something, presumably they were paid for by going out with the boss to help the boss.

One of them reads "Alibaba Pinching Foot City", which is full of second- and third-tier city atmosphere.

Standing in the room, Gu Bei really felt the traces of this man's existence.

To be honest, before this, although Gu Bei had been helping Chu Zihang find Chu Tianjiao, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't feel that Chu Tianjiao existed.

The reason why he was looking for Chu Tianjiao was just out of trust in Chu Zihang.

Even if he tore Odin's mask from the face of that heroic spirit with his own eyes and saw that man's face, Gu Bei still had a feeling of inauthenticity.

Because this man's existence is too illusory, and he only exists in Chu Zihang's world.

In Gu Bei's opinion, what kind of person is Chu Tianjiao?

A cool brother who graduated from Kassel, likes to wear a black windbreaker, has a perfect killing technique, and his superb knife skills can directly cut from Penglai East Road to Nantianmen, and he can also soak the smash hit Su Xiaoyan from countless suitors.

However, what kind of person is Chu Tianjiao in fact?

Being able to live in the basement for so many years, isolated, listening to the monotonous sound of compressors, loving to eat braised large intestines and super spicy grilled chicken wings, and being a returnee who loves to brag, his salary is saved for his son who "marries into a wealthy family" as a wedding gift.

This person is illusory and contradictory.

The whole person is like hiding in the fog.

Everything about this person is maintained in this world by Chu Zihang.

If there was no Chu Zihang in this world, then Chu Tianjiao's existence would come to naught in an instant, and no one would remember that he had ever been to this world—not necessarily, maybe the chicken wing brother outside with a large intestine would still remember, after all, Chu Tianjiao in his cognition is not the same as Chu Tianjiao in others' cognition.

This is also a loophole left by the two fixes of fate.

When the first correction was made, the roasted chicken wings would not leave any impression on Chu Tianjiao, but because of Chu Zihang's existence, the second correction was added to the elements that Chu Tianjiao had existed, rationalizing the news of Chu Tianjiao's death.

But it did leave a life trajectory for Chu Tianjiao.

Even if this trajectory is almost not in line with anyone, the whole life is to give birth to Chu Zihang, and then die in front of Chu Zihang.

And now, for the first time, he really felt the existence of this elite half-breed - this feeling was far stronger than when he faced Chu Tianjiao himself, as if the Chu Tianjiao he met was nothing more than a dead empty shell with Chu Tianjiao's appearance, and the real Chu Tianjiao had always lived in this basement, occasionally running out to eat grilled chicken wings and braised large intestines.

Continue.

Chu Zihang slowly walked into the room and sat on the small bed.

A layer of dust had accumulated on the bed, but Chu Zihang lay down directly.

This is where my father once lived.

Chu Zihang lay on the dusty bed, feeling some kind of familiar aura wrapping himself.

He closed his eyes and seemed to sense a third person in the room, a middle-aged man who sat or stood in the room, leaving his mark in every corner.

What was Dad thinking and doing when he was alone in this hut?

Do you lie in bed and close your eyes to recuperate, or do you gear up to maintain your weapons?

Chu Zihang tried to substitute himself for Chu Tianjiao, but he felt that this was wrong.

If it were Dad, it wouldn't be so serious.

He should be more casual, hanging, with a free and easy energy, like a prodigal son.

But it shouldn't be as profligate as Caesar.

And Dad himself came here with a mission from Kassel.

Chu Zihang himself is also a member of the executive department, and he is very aware of the style of the executive department.

Whatever you do, you'll be left behind.

In that case, Dad should be no exception.

This is where my father used to live, and if I were my father, what would I do?.. net

Chu Zihang closed his eyes and thought.

After a long time, he slowly raised his hand and tapped it vertically downward.

"Knock-"

The bed slats and knuckles collide, making a crisp echo.

Hearing the voice, Gu Bei and Chu Zihang's eyes lit up at the same time.

Got it!