Starting from you are my glory

"Eight years ago."

On the first floor of the flower shop, Yang Zhe leaned casually next to a clump of green plants. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the tall green plants, casting shadows on Yang Zhe's face.

"Yang Man's mother came to me and asked me if I knew about Yang Man's adoption of a girl."

Yang Zhe spread his hands and said with a mocking look on his face: "How did I know this? I only know that I went out to study for a while, and when I came back, I received the news of Yang Man's marriage."

"It turns out that everything in the novel is true. A childhood sweetheart of more than ten years is nothing compared to a Tiansheng whom I just met not long ago!"

Opposite Yang Zhe, Wu Jia, who looked calm, still did not speak. These topics were Yang Zhe's own business, so what would happen if he spoke? There was no so-called empathy in the first place, not to mention that now it seems that Yang Man made the right choice. Compared with Yang Zhe, except that Lu Xingzhi has no artistic talent, what other disadvantages are there?

Of course, this can only be thought about in the mind. In line with the principle of not speaking and only making clichés, if Yang Zhe is offended by telling the truth, the subsequent plan will not be carried out.

"It's too far away." Seeing that Wu Jia didn't answer, Yang Zhe could only give a forced smile and continued: "I'm going to help find a friend to check."

"Lu Anning is the adopted little girl."

"And her biological mother is called Du Mei!"

The sun was setting faster, and the shadow on Yang Zhe's face was also expanding. Although they were talking face to face, there was always a dark shadow dancing behind Yang Zhe!

"Du Mei!" The muscles on Yang Zhe's face twitched, looking even more terrifying under the shadow. He repeated Du Mei's name again before looking at Wu Jia with a smile.

"You should know."

"I know." Wu Jia, who had changed into his second personality, looked calm, but the madness in his eyes was more terrifying than Yang Zhe's. The key was that in such a crazy mood, Wu Jia could still speak in a calm tone.

"The daughter of Du Mei who died in the hands of my biological father Zhang Sicheng and was cleared of sin."

"It's a pity that she was not eliminated together at that time, otherwise this incident 13 years later would not have happened."

"Perhaps this is the call of fate!" Yang Zhe no longer concealed the encouragement in his tone, "Kill Lu Anning, complete what your father left unfinished, take over the torch from his hand, and illuminate this ignorant world! "

"This is what I should do." Wu Jia nodded, "As I told you last time, I need a set of equipment."

"I'm ready!" Yang Zhe stood up suddenly, walked outside the door, opened the trunk of the car, and took out a sack.

"Everything in this was prepared by me according to your father's equipment 13 years ago!"

A tinted iron owl mask, a wrapped hammer head, sneakers with polished shoe marks, cotton gloves and a thick pure black poncho.

"Try it and see if it works."

Wu Jia put on the prepared equipment one by one in front of Yang Zhe. In an instant, the temperature of the entire first floor dropped sharply. When the owl mask covered Wu Jia's face, the abyss came!

"Okay!" Yang Zhe looked through the mask at Wu Jia's eyes that had no human emotions, and clapped his hands excitedly: "Okay! Okay!"

There are no words to describe Yang Zhe's current mood. He knows that he has succeeded. He succeeded again after 13 years. He did not witness the last success in person. This time, he really saw the turn of fate!

"When are you going to take action?"

Yang Zhe can't wait to see Lu Xingzhi in pain and getting depressed, and he himself will become another light in Yang Man's life, illuminating Yang Man's dark sky!

"It should be soon." Wu Jia's voice reached Yang Zhe's ears through the mask. It was so ethereal and distant that it gave him the illusion that he was listening to holy sounds.

A mobile phone came to Yang Zhe. It belonged to Wu Jia and had the latest text message on it.

‘I’m in a bad mood right now. Do you have time to go out for a walk with me? ’

The person who sent this message was Lu Anning!

"Hahahahaha!" Yang Zhe's hysterical laughter dissipated in the sunshine, and it was especially scary when the night fell. Unfortunately, Wu Jia's entire face was covered by a mask, so Yang Zhe could not see the sarcasm emerging from the corner of his mouth. .

"Then I won't disturb your actions tonight."

Yang Zhe gasped and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wu Jia.

"There's still some time."

Wu Jia said while taking off his equipment: "I am very curious about how you met Zhang Sicheng and how you led him."

Nonsense, if you don't take this opportunity to pry Yang Zhe's mouth open, there is a high probability that there will be no chance tomorrow!

Looking at the thin young man in front of him, memories appeared in Yang Zhe's eyes. On that afternoon 15 years ago, in the corner of the Nandu City Library where unpopular suspense and crime-solving books were placed, two young people with a similar age gap appeared. , so we met.

"At that time, your father looked similar to you now."

Yang Zhe recounted as he recalled, "That day, we met in the library and found that both of us are lovers of suspense books. You know, few people read these kinds of books."

"Then you started chatting?"

"Yes, we started chatting." Yang Zhe nodded, "I didn't think much about it at the time. I just regarded it as a passerby who met by chance in life. Later, we met again. I happened to have in my hand a collection of Western Renaissance painters who depicted hell. A collection of paintings.”

"I asked my friends abroad to send it back to me."

"Your father's expression at that time, looking back now, was so deep and longing. I didn't notice it at the time. I just treated it as an oil painting enthusiast and explained it in detail to your father."

"Later I realized something was wrong."

"Your father's expression is very wrong, and his mental state is also very wrong!"

"After that, about a few months later, your father met me in the library and suddenly became very excited and talked to me about the modus operandi in the book."

“It’s not about how this kind of technique can help advance the plot of the book, but how this can reduce the possibility of the perpetrator being exposed!”

Yang Zhe glanced at Wu Jia with complicated eyes, "I knew at that time that your father had already felt his mission and was constantly moving towards it."

"Actually, I don't understand." Yang Zhe sighed. More than he didn't understand, when he discovered that Zhang Sicheng had a tendency to kill people, if Zhang Sicheng hadn't focused on the killing method he had sketched out, At that time, I could realize that I was about to collapse from fear, but it was a pity that there was no what if!

"But there happened to be an opportunity at that time." Yang Zhe laughed, a smile mixed with the bitterness of fate, the helplessness of being unable to resist, and a deeper bloodthirsty.

"In 95, the NTU Library wanted to hold an exhibition of Western masterpieces from the Renaissance. I was somewhat famous in the library at the time, so the director commissioned me to screen famous paintings."

"I still remember that night, the sky was as dark as it is now." Yang Zhe's tone began to become ethereal. He looked at the sky outside, then slowly turned his neck and faced Wu Jia.

His face is expressionless, but the deeper madness is hidden inside!

"I, there is a voice in my heart."

As Yang Zhe spoke, he quickly turned his head, as if looking for the direction of the source of the sound, but since it was from the bottom of his heart, this search must be in vain.

Sure enough, Yang Zhe suddenly stopped moving again, and continued with a look of longing: "The voice told me that none of the famous paintings I have chosen can represent, or even be qualified to represent, the greatest ideas, the largest patterns, and the most capable paintings. The painting that reveals the reality of the world..."

"Paradise on Earth." After Yang Zhe said the name of the painting, his voice returned to normal, "In fact, many people in the museum were negative about whether to display a copy of this painting. "

"That's because they didn't really understand the meaning of the painting!"

"They are all demons from hell, appearing in the human world!"

"How can I do what they want?"

Yang Zhe's tone was contemptuous. Judging from what happened later, Yang Zhe must have insisted on his idea at that time and finally allowed the painting to be successfully exhibited.

"After everything was settled, I went to find Zhang Sicheng and told him about the matter. I also specifically hinted to him that the answer he was looking for was in this art exhibition!"

"After the paintings were placed in the exhibition, I went to him specifically and told him the specific location of the painting!"

"Later, at the end of that year, I heard that the librarian, Moran, who also liked suspense novels, died."

"I knew at the time that it was Zhang Sicheng who did it. I was very scared at the time, especially afraid that your father would be caught, so I made a report and left Nandu City on the pretext of studying abroad."

"That is to say, you were not involved in the rest." Wu Jia clarified his thoughts, "You gave Zhang Sicheng the key to unlock everything, and then you left."

"You can say that." Yang Zhe nodded, "After all, at that time, I could only briefly and occasionally perceive the guidance from deep in my heart, which was different from your father Zhang Sicheng."

"What about your return this time?" Yang Zhe, who thought the topic was over, was about to say goodbye and leave. Unexpectedly, Wu Jia asked again: "Some time ago, Wang Nannan, was it you?"

"It's me!" After a short silence, a strange smile appeared on Yang Zhe's face, and he admitted straightforwardly: "I was bored that day, so I randomly added a QQ friend. I didn't expect her to chat with me as soon as she came up. What? Tell me all.”

"She regards me as." Yang Zhe frowned, as if looking for a word to describe, "brother."

"I am an only child and I have no sister. Growing up, Yang Man was like the sister I took care of when I was growing up. I thought I would never feel this way again, but I didn't expect that I would meet him again this time! Just in time! When I feel happy and elated.”

"She suddenly told me about her boyfriend!"

Yang Zhe's expression became distorted again, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Why?"

"In what way am I inferior to Lu Xingzhi?!"

"Why was Yang Man robbed 13 years ago, and why was Wang Nannan robbed 13 years later?!"

Got it, after hearing this, Wu Jiake finally figured out why Yang Zhe wanted to kill Wang Nannan. It turned out that he regarded Wang Nannan as Yang Man's substitute. The key is that substitutes can never be as good as the genuine product.

The love and hate accumulated for many years for the genuine product were all unreasonably transferred to the substitute. Later the substitute was killed, which means that there is only love for the genuine product and no hatred!

"I didn't want to kill her that day."

Yang Zhe cried, his emotions collapsed. The person he liked since childhood did not give him a chance to express his feelings. He encountered this feeling again 13 years later. History repeated itself and completely defeated him!

"But she's still talking about her boyfriend in front of me!"

Yang Zhe's mood changed quickly. He was in tears just now, but now he was angry, "I took out the hammer from the car."

"This is the one for you."

"Follow your father's method back then."

"Kill her!"

It’s funny, you even bring a hammer when you go out on a date. If you look at it, you will know that you have murderous intentions!

"I know." Wu Jia felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart. This black hand hidden deep in the depths that had never been exposed was finally completely caught by him. Now he only needs to follow the instructions reported to Mr. Zhang two years ago. According to Cheng's process, just report Yang Zhe.

Wu Jia was ready to let Yang Zhe leave, but he didn't expect that Yang Zhe, who had been so sad and happy, was now thinking about Yang Man. He wanted to remove all obstacles between him and Yang Man!

"If you don't mind."

"I want to participate in the art tonight with you."

Gan! If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have asked so many questions! Now, this guy is more like a devil than a fake like me!

Wu Jiagan was about to refuse, but Yang Zhe came closer and said, "If you don't want to do anything tonight, then give me your things and help me get that Lu Anning out!"

"I will do it myself!"

"No need." Wu Jia shook his head indifferently, "I will give you a chance to observe closely, but I have to do everything about art with my own hands!"

Forget it, why are you waiting for tomorrow? Why not just deal with this Yang Zhe tonight and threaten him?

If I give all the permissions to the second personality, the one who can't leave this flower shop tonight will be you!

When the second personality goes crazy, I’m afraid!

No, the second personality is inherently crazy and has a slip of the tongue.

"I'm about to leave, please be careful not to follow too closely."

Wu Jia looked at the sky outside. Darkness enveloped the earth. Riding a bicycle at this time was definitely not possible. Fortunately, there was a motorcycle, which suited the situation better.

In front of Yang Zhe, Wu Jia put all the tools into a sack, loaded them into the motorcycle, and then headed straight towards the clear road under the vast night.

Following not far away was Yang Zhe, who was driving a car. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. For some people, there were not many opportunities to see the sun!