"How old were you then?"

"14 years old...... It was four years ago. ”

"At that time, did you see the man's face?"

"No, because he was covered with his face. However, I could feel that he was the same person as before. He was so thoughtful that I was about to take him for my father. I still think about him a lot.

"That's the person who entrusted you to this Grandma Feng, right?"

"Yes. Since then, this kind old grandmother has treated me like her own granddaughter. I also see her as my own grandmother. ”

"You haven't seen that man since?"

"Yes, no more...... Even once, I want to see him again! Alas, you don't know how much he cares for me! ”

Shen Hongwei just looked at her silently, his eyes seemed to be moist. At this time, she also looked at Shen Hongwei, her eyes full of crystal tears. During this period, she wanted to speak several times.

Shen Hongwei thought to himself:

Conley seemed to have sensed that I was the mysterious stranger. Anyway, she's a pretty and generous girl! She looks so much like her mother. Her eyes, nose, and mouth are literally her mother's reincarnation.

Ah, I love her mother so much! Her mother died, and I made her grief and grieved her to death. I will definitely make it to her daughter's compensation. In order to achieve this purpose, it is necessary to find Fang Haigao's secret, and then hand over the huge wealth obtained to her.

And the key to this secret lies in that Pu Song, but he died. Hmph, there's no way I'm going to let this little trouble stop me from giving up my great plan. I have a more comprehensive plan, and I'm going to implement it at 11 o'clock tonight.

Shen Hongwei drove out of Conley's nursery, and on the way he thought about what had just happened. When he returned home, he hurriedly made a phone call to the doctor he had seen that morning and whispered something. After that, he went to the social club for dinner and watched the opera for about an hour. Then he drove to a place in the city, honked his horn twice, and the doctor poked his head out of the second floor of a building.

"Doctor, how's the preparation?"

"Alright." The doctor carried a large canvas bag from upstairs, and the two of them loaded it into the back compartment together. Then I drove to an alley, knocked on the door of the small hotel, and met the shopkeeper in the morning, Gui.

"How's it going?" Shen Hongwei asked in a low voice.

"Quite well, the shopkeeper and the servants went to the movies."

"How's that poor poet Kof?"

"Finally cornered, I was about to commit suicide, and the ropes were already hanged." "Okay, you guys hurry up and move the things in the car to the second floor."

Shen Hongwei quietly came to the third floor, came to the room on the right, and observed the movement of the next room through the keyhole.

The poor poor poet seemed to be bowing his head and writing something. After waiting for a while, there was a faint sobbing sound from Kofu. After a while, it seemed that he had made up his mind, folded the suicide note on the table, and then got up to look at the rope on the ceiling, by which time he was in tears.

Shen Hongwei watched him silently.

Kofu stood on the chair, put the rope around his neck, and kicked the chair away.

Shen Hongwei hurriedly ran into the room, took a chair, went up to support Kefu, and took out a knife with one hand to cut the rope.

At this time, Kefu's body was crooked, and he almost knocked him down, but he supported him hard to get Kefu to the broken bed, and then ran to the corridor, shouting, "Hey, get the luggage!"

The doctor and the man brought the big cloth bag up. Shen Hongwei used a knife to cut open the cloth bag, revealing Pu Song's corpse.

"Quick, hang him up with a rope." Shen Hongwei shouted while sweating uncontrollably.

"Alright, Kofu's stand-in is ready. Doctor, how is he doing? Will you be able to wake up?"

The doctor put his ear to Kofu's chest and listened. "No problem, he's alive. It's only temporary, and he'll wake up in five minutes. ”

"Okay, watch him well, don't let him die!" Shen Hongwei's voice was a little excited.

When the doctor was ambulating Kefu, Shen Hongwei picked up the suicide note on the table, which read:

The world is cold and warm, poor and suffering, there is no hope in life, there is only one death!

Kof

After Shen Hongwei read it, he put the suicide note in the most conspicuous place on the table, turned his head and said to the doctor, "How is it, no problem?"

"No problem, if it's a little later, it probably won't work."

"Okay, Gui reports Kefu's suicide to the security guards tomorrow morning, and then let them read the suicide note. However, since the body was Pu Song's, it was best not to let them see the important features on his hands and face. ”

"Okay!"

"If it's found, you say it is."

"Understood."

"Okay, it's none of your business. You can go and rest. …… Doctor, there's something you need to do. Wait for me on the second floor. At this time, Shen Hongwei's tone of speech was not as elegant as before, and it was also a little rude.

After the two left, Shen Hongwei quietly stared at the unconscious poor poet.

"Well, as long as he can wake up, Fang Haigao's secret can be revealed. More than hundreds of large diamonds, more wealth will come to me in a steady stream. Fang Haigao also took a fancy to this, so he asked Colonel Liang Hui to quietly inquire and find Pu Song. This time, it will be up to me to replace Fang Haigao to dominate those riches and kingdoms. At that time, the incomparably lovely Conley will be able to get the greatest happiness in the world...... But, can this kid still live? That's what worries me the most......"

Kofu moved suddenly. Shen Hongwei was startled and immediately leaned on the bed.

"Oh, oh," Kofu groaned as he pounded his hand against his chest.

Wake up! He's awake! Shen Hongwei shook his arm vigorously.

"Ah, you, who are you?" Kofu said with some horror. "I, I...... Is it already dead?"

"Yes, it's dead. That poor poet is dead! ”

"But, but I'm still here!"

"No, you're not Couff. Look at that, Kofu has hanged himself!"

Kofu looked in the direction he was pointing and cried "Wow". "Ah, I, I'm ......"

"That's Kefu, you're Pu Song!"

"No, it's not!"

"That's a fact," Shen Hongwei yelled.

"The poor poet Kefu no longer exists, and in his place is Pu Song. You are the son of the Prime Minister of the North, the one who will wield great power and wealth, and the one who will marry a beautiful maiden. But if you don't agree, see this!" Shen Hongwei took out his pistol and shouted angrily: "If you want to die, if you want to live, you decide for yourself!" Would you rather be the son of a happy prime minister or a poor poet hanged, hurry up and make a choice?"

"Alas, I'm in a dream! Isn't that me?" Kofu was overwhelmed by what he was seeing, and his mind was a little blurred.

"Do you want to die?" Shen Hongwei asked urgently, and put the gun on his head.

"Ah, I don't want to die, I've already died once. Oh, it hurts! It's really painful and terrible to die! He lay on his bed and cried.

"Okay, then let's be the son of a happy prime minister. It is up to me to support you and make you a glorious prime minister. However, this is conditional. ”