At this time, in an inconspicuous villa on the outskirts of the capital, Chen Yuanchao, the former director of the supernatural investigation bureau who was talked about by everyone, was holding his baby tape recorder and listening to the play, shaking his head and feeling uncomfortable.

There are often bandits in this area, and the number is "The Third Regiment of the Fifth Security Brigade". Last night, Heilonggou was robbed again, and the mountain carving was ruthless and sinful. After the murder, they all rushed to Jiapigou, and it was judged that the habitual bandits fled back to Weihu Mountain......"

It's this familiar model play again, and it's this familiar singing voice, which has to make people feel that this old man is really nostalgic.

Chen Yuanchao's leisurely appearance does not show the slightest bit of decadence, it is really hard to imagine that not long ago, he was still a prisoner of the order.

"You're still the same, always listening to this old drama, and you haven't changed at all!"

A silver-haired old man smiled and made a cup of tea and handed it to Chen Yuanchao. And beside the silver-haired old man, Han Ming stood silently aside, obediently like a quail.

Chen Yuanchao took the teacup and sniffed it lightly, revealing an intoxicated look on his face.

"You've changed a lot! I think when we went on a graduation outing, you couldn't even make a fire, and you almost burned down that makeshift kitchen. Right now...... Well, this tea is good!" Chen Yuanchao's words were full of ridicule.

The silver-haired old man was not angry, he also made himself a cup of tea, did not drink it, just watched the tea leaves tumble up and down in the tea soup.

"How long has it been since we've had tea and chatted together?"

Chen Yuanchao raised the teacup and drank it all, breathing a sigh of satisfaction, hearing the silver-haired old man's question, a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

"I forgot too. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, everyone was busy and had their own affairs. After all, the last time we got together was at the funeral of the elder brother of the Han family......"

After Han Ming, who was standing on the side, heard this, his face showed a look of surprise, and his mood fluctuated.

These two are both old masters, and they can't be noticed anywhere.

"This is the grandson of the elder brother of the Han family, right? It's been more than 20 years in a blink of an eye, and the little dolls have grown so big. Stinky boy, do you remember? When you were a child, you used to call me "grandpa"!"

Chen Yuanchao put down the teacup, smiled, and looked at Han Ming, as if he was looking at his own unsuccessful juniors, full of funny meaning.

Han Ming was a little weak-hearted, he didn't dare to look at him, and he didn't know how to talk. He didn't know that the head of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, which he had been working with, was actually his grandfather's old friend. Listening to Chen Yuanchao's tone, it seems that the relationship is still very good!

This is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't recognize the family!

"Okay, don't bully the juniors!" The silver-haired old man came out and started a round, "Han Ming, you go down, I still have something to talk about with Director Chen." ”

"Yes. Han Mingru was pardoned, and immediately turned around and left.

After Han Ming left, the silver-haired old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Why don't you have to get along with him?

Chen Yuanchao snorted coldly: "Hmph! This stinky boy has made me stumble in recent years." It's for the sake of the elder brother of the Han family, so I don't care about him. Change my temper back then, and tear that stinky boy alive!"

The silver-haired old man smiled without saying a word, and gave Chen Yuanchao another cup of tea.

Chen Yuanchao was not polite, raised his head and drank it all again.

"Taste the tea carefully, the cow chews the peony, and spoils the scenery!" the silver-haired old man sighed, but still gave Chen Yuanchao another cup of tea.

Chen Yuanchao smiled: "I used to envy you and the Han family brother very much. You can sit together and talk about the rise and fall of the country, the people's livelihood and society, while I can only watch blankly from the sidelines, but I can't interject. Back then, I still refused to admit defeat, wearing glasses like you, reading those miscellaneous books, and tossing around. But now that I've figured it out, I'm who I am, and there's no need to follow your example!"

Chen Yuanchao directly took off the gold wire glasses that had slipped off a little, and his temperament reversed one by one in an instant. The originally elegant and kind old man was overflowing with fierce air in a blink of an eye, and he was cold. Especially his eyes, which make people dare not look directly. His eyes were not very fierce, but they revealed the aura of death that treated human life like a mustard. Just by his eyes, he can conclude that he has killed many people, and that he is the one who has actually seen blood.

"Okay, just for your sentence "I am me", I will replace the wine with tea, I salute you!" The silver-haired old man learned from Chen Yuanchao's appearance and drank it all.

Chen Yuanchao suddenly got up, sat lazily in his chair and didn't want to move.

"How long are you going to put me under house arrest?"

The silver-haired old man did not answer, and began to talk to him.

"Dongying has made a fuss about independence, and other overseas special administrative regions have begun to follow suit, and the world has begun to be unpeaceful again......

Chen Yuanchao rolled his eyes and choked: "The wind does not end, and the rain does not end." These beam-jumping clowns have been bouncing around for a few days. We were able to destroy them once back then, and now we can naturally destroy them a second time! The military department should have already taken countermeasures!"

The silver-haired old man smiled: "The "brave sword" Chen Batian back then, as in the past, is really as smart as ever!"

Chen Yuanchao snorted coldly and choked back: "What 'brave sword'? What Chen Batian? It's already an old yellow calendar! My name is Chen Yuanchao now, remember, Chen Yuanchao!"

"You, you still can't let go of what happened back then...... "The silver-haired old man gradually lost his smile.

Chen Yuanchao glared angrily at the silver-haired old man: "What did we set up the 'Huaxia Sword' for, do you remember?"

The silver-haired old man sighed, put down the teacup in his hand, and closed his eyes: "Draw your sword for the shame of a snow country! Draw your sword for the change of China! Draw your sword for the rise of China!"

"The oath was still in my ears back then, but now it is a matter of fact. The current Huaxia, the current "Sword of Huaxia", is no longer what it was back then......" Chen Yuanchao closed his eyes and sighed loudly.

The silver-haired old man suddenly stood up and looked directly at Chen Yuanchao: "Old Chen, you are already a handful of years, isn't it good to retreat bravely from the rapids?"

Chen Yuanchao opened his eyes and sneered: "Why don't you retreat? Oh! I forgot, on the surface, you have already retreated! However, have you really retreated?"

The silver-haired old man took a step forward, and an invisible power pressed towards Chen Yuanchao: "You know what I want. Hand over the stuff and I'll set you free right away. I don't have many old friends, and I don't want to attend your funeral!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the courage to do so! If I die, you will never know the whereabouts of things!" Chen Yuanchao did not retreat, and stubbornly resisted this powerful oppressive force.

The silver-haired old man's face gradually turned cold: "I have sacrificed a lot of people, do you want to be one of those people too? You know, in order to achieve that goal, I can do whatever it takes!"

Chen Yuanchao smiled, with a bit of desolation and a bit of madness in his smile.

"Then you can kill me! Just like you did to the Han family's brother back then, kill me too!"

The silver-haired old man's momentum froze suddenly, and then it collapsed, retreating cleanly.

"I'll give you time, you can think it through yourself......"

The silver-haired old man turned to leave, but his figure looked so vicissitudes.

Chen Yuanchao stubbornly stood in place, looking at the back of the silver-haired old man, but his eyes revealed complex emotions......