So that's it!

Chen Guodong looked in a trance, but he quickly reacted and muttered to himself,

"No wonder, this girl has always been mysterious recently, not only has she been hiding from her family, but she is also frantically selling the property under her name, it turns out that she has long been ......"

Halfway through his words, Chen Guodong became angry, slammed his fist on the desk and said, "Why has she been hiding such a big thing from me." ”

"Because I want her to hide it."

Liao Fan didn't look back, and said as he walked towards the corridor, "Exposing the information of the end times too early may not be a good thing, except for causing panic in this world, it will not achieve any good, and in the same way, I also hope that you can keep this secret as much as possible." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Fan had already pushed open the window at the end of the corridor, jumped into the air, and jumped straight into the air.

"It's a rooftop, you ......"

Chen Guodong was startled, and hurriedly followed in the direction where Liao Fan jumped out of the window, but when he came to the window, Liao Fan's figure had become smaller, clinging to the wall like a gecko, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Although Chen Guodong didn't know how he did it, he also knew that Liao Fan had arrived on the first floor safely.

"Hehe, it seems that this guy sneaked into here silently in this way."

Chen Guodong let out a wry smile, shook his head, and looked at the pile of gun parts on the ground, his eyes were blank, his body was slumped on the seat, and he muttered,

"How can there be such a person in this world...... Do I have any other options besides cooperating? ”

Chen Guodong's mind was in a mess, and all kinds of absurd thoughts flashed in his heart, but at this time, he heard footsteps from the stairs and the report of his henchmen, "Oh no, Director, our sentry was attacked, and the colleagues on duty downstairs were knocked unconscious, as if someone had infiltrated this office building......"

"It's okay, as long as no one is hurt, there's no need to track it down."

Chen Guodong shook his head, glanced at his subordinates who were in a hurry, and said.

"Director, you...... You okay? The subordinates who rushed to report were stunned, keenly aware of the trance on Chen Guodong's face, and asked cautiously.

"It's okay, immediately notify the people outside, let them stop tracking Liao Fan, and at the same time stop investigating those mysterious incidents, call all the high-level people over, I want to have a secret meeting."

In the stunned gaze of his subordinates, Chen Guodong slowly stood up again, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and returned to seriousness on his face.

……

Late at night, three o'clock in the morning.

When Liao Fan left the conference room of the police department, he did not immediately return to the underground safe house, but continued to carry the toolbox and walked to a small villa in his memory.

The snow continued to fall from the sky, making the roads icy and covered with thick frost debris.

He walked in front of the ice, his steps relaxed, looking around at everything outside the villa, his eyes flashing with a bit of complexity.

This is his home in his last life.

Once upon a time, Liao Fan spent a complete and happy childhood here.

At that time, his parents were still alive, he and his sister were not swept away, and life was so peaceful and comfortable.

It's a pity that this place is no longer my own.

He silently walked to the villa, bypassed the surveillance, adjusted his breathing, and ran very easily, climbing over the fence and landing in the backyard of the villa.

It was late at night, but the lights in the villa were still on.

In the hall, a middle-aged couple sits.

The man was very tall and richly dressed, wearing a silk dressing gown, but his face was haggard.

The woman looked impatiently at the wall clock and asked the man, "Zhiyuan, it's so late, do we have to wait?" ”

"No matter how late it is, you have to wait, if you don't find out the truth about your son's disappearance, can you sleep?" Liao Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and stared at the night outside the window, with a grim expression.

Seven days ago, his son Liao Fei disappeared unexpectedly and completely cut off contact with his family.

After receiving the news, the couple went to the development zone to try to find Liao Fei's traces, but were stopped outside by a group of policemen.

Through inquiry, Liao Zhiyuan finally learned that his son was likely to be involved in a mysterious massacre.

Just when the two felt unacceptable, they received a call from a "relative" who had not been in touch for a long time.

The person who called was naturally Liao Fan.

He told the couple that he knew the truth about the mysterious incident and would visit them tonight to inform them of what had happened.

When they first received the call, the two of them were still very confused, but in order to determine whether their son was really dead as soon as possible, they still agreed.

At this moment, the couple were sitting in the living room nervously, waiting for Liao Fan to appear.

"You say, will that stinky boy be deliberately trying to deceive us?"

"No, this rabbit cub can know the exact time of Liao Fei's disappearance, it doesn't look like he is lying."

"But why is he so kind, don't forget, we were ...... back then"

"Shut up, it's been so long, don't mention it again!"

Liao Zhiyuan looked irritable, scolded the woman's crying voice, and just wanted to stand up, but found that the door had been pushed open.

Liao Fan was standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"How did you get in?" Liao Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at his nephew who suddenly appeared outside the door, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This used to be my home, and of course I know how to get in."

Liao Fan didn't care about his expression, stretched his waist with a smile, walked to the hall by himself, and poured himself a cup of hot water for himself.

Liao Zhiyuan's face was a little gloomy, "Liao Fan, what did you mean by that call in the afternoon, do you really know why my son is missing?" ”

"Of course!"

Liao Fan took a shallow sip of hot water, then turned his gaze and looked up and down the villa.

Five years have passed, and everything in the family is still the same as when he was driven away.

The difference is that the owner of this house is no longer his parents.

Just when Liao Fan was silently looking at all this, the second uncle Liao Zhiyuan couldn't wait to ask, "What happened in that development zone, and why did my son disappear, you said!" ”

Only then did Liao Fan come back to his senses, turned his head again, looked at Liao Zhiyuan's face that was so low that it seemed to be able to wring out water, and smiled, "Don't worry, before this, I still have a few questions I want to ask you." ”

"What's the problem?" Liao Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and his attitude was a little bad.

This can't be completely blamed on him, after all, it has been seven days since Liao Fei's disappearance, and as a father, Liao Zhiyuan will of course feel anxious.

Liao Fan said unhurriedly, "Before I tell the truth about Liao Fei's disappearance, I still want to know how you planned the car accident that led to the death of my parents five years ago." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Liao Zhiyuan was surprised, took two steps back suddenly, and hurriedly said, "The death of your parents was an accident, I have already explained it back then......"

"Really?"

Liao Fan glanced at him and said unhurriedly, "Since it was an accident, how could they leave such a ridiculous will in advance?" Leave all your property to you to take care of, but you don't have a word of explanation for your own children? ”