Star Trace Gate

【Five days after the fire.】

Tiangong Building ruins, Room 3999 - Song Family.

Pan Lianrong was wearing a sports outfit and was searching for something in the bedroom that had been burned by fire.

Next to him, the intellectual woman stood by the charred door frame, silent.

Perhaps because the Song family's house was on a higher floor and located on the left, this room was not completely burned, and some areas were relatively intact.

Pan Lianrong stood in the bedroom, searching through the half-burned makeup cabinet, and whispered to the intellectual woman, "Fulai County is already in danger. The bald law enforcer will capture this place sooner or later, so we have to prepare early and try to get as many bargaining chips as possible."

"Are you ready to cut ties with him?" asked the intellectual woman.

"It was originally a cooperation, but now that disaster has struck, the cooperation has come to an end." As Pan Lianrong spoke, she suddenly pulled open a deformed drawer, but did not find what she wanted.

Her eyes were a little dazed, and she frowned and murmured, "Where are my keys?"

"What...what key?" the intellectual woman asked tentatively.

Pan Lianrong did not respond directly. She only looked at the drawer with sharp eyes and shook her head slowly, "I have always kept this cabinet locked. Has someone searched here?"

"Has anyone come in?" The intellectual woman's face also turned serious.

After thinking for a while, Pan Lianrong turned to look at the intellectual woman and said, "Forget it. I have a mold and I'm helping you make a copy of a key. Find a chance to sneak over and record everything that needs to be recorded...!"

"Yes."

The intellectual woman nodded.

After she finished speaking, Pan Lianrong slowly stood up, squinted her eyes and looked at the scene outside the ruins, and whispered softly: "Soon, everything will be settled."

[Congratulations, you have successfully completed Pan Lianrong's backtracking. ]

The cold reminder from Star Gate slowly dissipated in the ears of Ren Ye and others, and everyone woke up in Room 3999 again.

In the dark hall, Xiao Shuai was the first to speak: "I am really f*cking convinced... How much sin must have been done in my previous life to marry a wife like Pan Lianrong?! Is her own son just a bargaining chip in her eyes?!"

"This woman is really capable," the old cadre commented in admiration.

"Ah."

Fat Tan sneered, seeming to disdain to comment on Pan Lianrong's behavior.

Ren also sat cross-legged on the ground, and carefully digested the information about Pan Lianrong in the flashback scene in his mind, and then he said, "Come on, flashback to Song An, and do it quickly!"

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, the old cadre stood up, slowly activated his consciousness, and began to communicate with the way of heaven.

"brush!"

Song An's soul emerged and walked into the second bedroom on the left. The ceiling of that room also lit up by itself.

Everyone looked intently and saw that the second bedroom had two beds, two desks, two computers... In short, all daily necessities were doubled, and the decoration style was also like it was for children to live in. On each bedside table, there was a photo of a pair of young brothers.

Ren Ye and the other four felt their consciousness being taken away again, and then they entered Song An's flashback scene.

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A hot summer.

A pair of young brothers with bruised faces and noses were crying as they followed their tall father down the stairs.

The older of the two young brothers was about five or six years old, while the younger one was about three or four years old. They were like two followers, with aggrieved faces. They lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, and followed their father back home.

After entering the living room, my father turned around, pointed at the TV cabinet in the living room, and softly ordered: "Stand there, don't move."

The living room was bright, and a ray of sunlight hit my father's face. I could clearly see that it was the very young Song Mingzhe.

The two brothers looked at their father's calm face, but did not dare to beg for mercy. They just walked silently to the TV cabinet and stood beside it.

Song Mingzhe took off his shoes at the door, put down the briefcase in his hands, turned around and walked into his study.

He opened a locked cabinet and took out two very precious books as usual.

These two books, one is titled "Song Mingzhe's Insights on Craftsmanship" and the other is titled "Records of the Refining of the Yin-Yang Soul System".

He gently wiped the invisible dust off the two books, walked out of the study with steady steps, and returned to the living room.

The two young brothers were so frightened when they saw their father coming towards them that they dared not breathe.

Song Mingzhe slowly squatted down, glanced at the two children, and asked the older one first: "Song An, why did you steal your kindergarten classmate's homework? And you even hit him?"

Song An seemed to have been a weakling since childhood. His little face was bruised and swollen from being beaten, and his big nose was bubbling.

He sobbed twice, and immediately rushed to explain: "Dad... Dad. I didn't steal Xiao Han's homework. I just didn't know how to do a question, so I wanted to ask him, but he scolded me. So... that's why I did it."

Song Mingzhe looked at him calmly and saw through him at a glance: "Song An, you didn't finish your homework, which shows that you have very poor self-control; and you wanted to copy other people's homework, and after being exposed, you became angry and hit others... This shows that not only do you have poor self-control, but you are also stupid and have no brains."

"Dad, I...!" Song An's eyes rolled around and he opened his mouth to try to argue.

"Which book did you read yesterday?" Song Mingzhe picked up two classics and asked directly.

Song An thought for a moment, pointed to "Song Mingzhe's Craftsmanship Experience", and said in a trembling voice: "Yes... this is it."

"Facing the wall, read until 11 o'clock. Don't stop." Song Mingzhe handed another book to his eldest son and said softly, "Don't let me catch you slacking off again. Read this book carefully, and in the future... you may still have food to eat."

Song An's eyes rolled around, and he nodded immediately, "I...I'll read."

"Go stand aside." Song Mingzhe waved his hand coldly.

Song An left with the book, while the little guy next to him raised his head with a dull expression.

Song Mingzhe looked at him and asked softly, "Song Yi, your brother didn't finish his homework and beat someone up, so why did you help?"

The younger Song Yi slowly lowered his head and timidly replied: "Brother... is my biological brother. He couldn't beat Xiao Han, so he asked me for help... so I helped."

"Then have you and your brother beaten Xiao Han together?!" Song Mingzhe asked again.

"No...no, Xiao Han's fists were too fast, like a rainstorm, we couldn't beat him." Song Yi sniffed.

"You have to use your brain for everything and learn to think independently. Blindly following others will only get you into trouble." Song Mingzhe picked up his book of craftsmanship experience and said softly, "You must read until eight o'clock and don't be distracted..."

"Don't be distracted and don't be lazy." Little Song Yi immediately added the second half of the sentence.

Song Mingzhe nodded slightly, said no more, turned around and walked towards his study.

In this way, the two children stood beside the TV in the living room, reading two personal classics that would be very difficult and obscure even for a person with supernatural powers.

However, Song Yi, who was younger, read very seriously and loudly, with a serious face and meticulousness; while Song An, whose eyes were darting around, started to be distracted after reading for less than twenty minutes, looking here and there, and reciting the words in the book very vaguely and mechanically.

Song Mingzhe did not beat or scold his two sons, nor did he yell at them. He even gave them just a few words of instruction, and after that, he went into his study to study his own things.

Of course, the two little brothers had no dinner tonight, nor any entertainment programs, only the sound of reading with gradually hoarse voices.

This well-furnished home seemed a little cold. When night fell, the two children did not even dare to turn on the lights. They stood next to the TV cabinet and read classics in the moonlight.

A quiet and depressing atmosphere is spreading invisibly.

It was not until about 7:30 in the evening that Pan Lianrong returned.

She opened the door, took off her shoes, ignored the scene in the hall, and walked into the bedroom while talking on the phone.

In the living room, Song An, with his sharp eyes, caught this scene. After thinking for a moment, he immediately ran into his mother's bedroom.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll call you back after I change my clothes." Pan Lianrong hung up the phone.

"Snapped!"

Song An immediately ran over, hugged his mother's round thighs, tilted his neck and said, "Mom, mom, save me...!"

Pan Lianrong looked down at him and frowned, "You made a mistake again? Were you punished to study?"

"Mom... I'm really too tired. I can't read anymore. Look, my lips are dry... My throat is almost smoking." Song An begged bitterly, "I didn't eat dinner either."

"You always know that you will get into trouble, and you also know what kind of punishment you will suffer after getting into trouble. But why do you still insist on doing it? Why do you always like to be smart?" Pan Lianrong shook her head: "I have something to talk to your father about... I'll have someone bring food over later."

"Thank you, Mom." Song An immediately smiled and nodded obediently.

Pan Lianrong changed her clothes, walked out of the bedroom, came to the door of Song Mingzhe's study, and knocked on the door very formally and respectfully.

"Wait for me in the tea room." Song Mingzhe's indifferent voice came out.

"Okay." Pan Lianrong turned and left.

Song An secretly put down the classics, ran to the living room and shouted: "Song Yi! Little brother!... Mom is back, let's go to the refrigerator to get something to eat?!"

Under the moonlight, Song Yi raised his head slightly, his young face full of stubbornness: "Dad said that I should recite until eight o'clock. It's not time yet, I can't go with you to find food... Besides, you'd better study until ten o'clock."

"Read shit!"

Song An pouted: "You are just a coward. What's the point of reading this kind of crappy book every day? We can't understand it...!"

After saying that, he secretly ran to the kitchen while his parents were talking, took out some food from the refrigerator, and started eating it.

Moonlight poured into the living room. Song Yi, who was only three or four years old, sat facing the wall and read aloud meticulously, word by word.

"The human race, with its three souls and seven spirits, is constantly reborn, and is in a cycle of reincarnation...!"

"If you want to seize the soul and use it for your own benefit, you must first nourish its body, provide for its soul, and let it die peacefully, without the soul's resentment and hatred. Only then will it be easier to refine it and will not be backfired...!"