Lose 100 million today

Xingjue fell asleep in a daze last night, and when he woke up, Chuzheng was no longer upstairs.

Xing Jue changed his clothes and went downstairs, and immediately saw the paper-made man standing at the door.

It seems...a little different?

Xing Jue took a closer look and made sure it was different from the one last night.

Xing Jue didn't see Chu Zheng. He walked up to Zhi Zha Ren and looked at him carefully.

A note was found behind the paper-tied person - out of print, not for sale, and not allowed to be touched.

"..."

Out of print?

Is this thing said to be out of print?

Where was the one last night?

How did you get up there?

Xing Jue's mind was full of doubts and he didn't dare to move and retreated inside.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a passage leading below.

Xing Jue hesitated and went down the steps.

The light below is dim, and it is full of bookshelves, densely packed with books.

There is a table in the middle with a mess of books piled on it.

There was a small figure asleep on the table, holding a book in his hand.

"Xingqiao?"

Xing Jue screamed twice, Xing Qiao fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up.

Xingjue hugged the person up.

As soon as he went up, Chuzheng came in from outside carrying something. When he saw him coming up from below, he didn't say anything.

"Why did you pick him up?"

Xing Jue answered truthfully: "He fell asleep and it was a little cold down there. I was worried that he would catch a cold."

Chuzheng: "You do care about him."

Xing Jue asked seriously: "Well... isn't he my nephew? Shouldn't I care about him?"

Xing Jue quickly added at the end: "Of course what I care about most is the baby."

Chuzheng: "..."

You have said so, what else can I say.

Chuzheng asked Xingjue to send the person next door.

When he came back, he found that the paper-tied figure at the door had gone behind the counter, put his hands on the counter, and was looking at the door with a smile, like a waiter waiting for customers to come.

Xing Jue couldn't help but shudder: "Baby, this paper man is not the one last night, right?"

"Um."

Xing Jue swallowed and pointed at the counter: "...it wasn't there just now."

"Well, just run there by yourself." These two guys may have ADHD, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't move for a while.

"Self...myself?" This is a paper man, how can I run away?

"Well, just treat it as an unknown creature." Chuzheng said in a calm voice, "If it doesn't work, treat it as a pet."

"..."

Sorry, there is no such pet.

Xing Jue tried his best to ignore the strange 'pet' and sat next to Chu Zheng: "Baby, there are many books below, are they all yours?"

"So be it."

"What books does Xingqiao need to read?"

Chuzheng shook her head and said slowly: "I have to carry it."

Xingjue: "..."

Xing Jue didn't look carefully at how many books there were just now, but from the glance he took... there were definitely a lot of books down there.

"all?"

"Um."

"..." It's so hard at such a young age.

Xing Jue was probably afraid that Chu Zheng would ask him to endorse, so he went to work after breakfast.

Chuzheng slowly finished off the recent backlog of orders and wandered next door to see her third brother.

The third brother is no longer the same as he was yesterday. He is covered in injuries and is in a miserable state.

He huddled in the corner, his body shaking violently.

When he saw someone outside, he immediately got up, slapped the glass and screamed: "Let me out, let me out!!"

Chuzheng raised her index finger and put it to her lips, signaling him to stop making noise.

The third brother seemed to have thought of something and looked back in horror.

In the dark room, there were constant rustling sounds, and something was commotion in the dark.

It's those things.

The third brother felt that he had experienced a torture more terrible than anything else.

He has never seen such an unknown creature...

He thought that his husband was a very scary person, but he didn't expect that this woman was even more ruthless than his husband.

"Don't bark. Once you bark, they will want to have close contact with you."

The third brother's throat felt like a big stone was blocked and he couldn't make any sound.

He had no physical strength and sat down against the glass.

Chuzheng followed him and squatted down: "Whatever I ask you now, you have to answer it well."

The commotion behind them grew louder.

"I said...I said..."

"good."

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the other side.

The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, playing with the mask in his hand, looking at the cities below with a heavy gaze.

Someone pushed the door open from behind and reported respectfully: "Sir, the third child has been missing for a day. His positioning is invalid and he does not know whether he is alive or dead."

I received news before that that thing was caught.

But after leaving, there was no news.

The man turned around and put the mask on the desk casually: "Go and clean up all the places he knows."

"Yes...Sir, does the disappearance of the third child have something to do with Wenxianlu?"

The man pulled out the chair and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair with his elbows, and said with a half-smile: "Why don't you go and ask?"

"..."

The man lowered his head and quickly retreated.

The room fell silent, and the man's eyes instantly darkened.

If the third child is really caught by the person asking for immortality, then the possibility of him being exposed is too high.

Knock knock——

The man looked slightly restrained: "Come in."

The man who had gone out just now came in again, stood at the door, and said cautiously: "Sir, there is one more thing. There is news from Fanxing Group that all the M67s in the warehouse are missing."

m67 are those black stones.

The man's sharp eyes swept over: "What did you say?"

The man swallowed and repeated again: "...the m67s are all gone."

Even if it is unnecessary stuff, Fanxing Group manages it very strictly, and the several layers of passwords are managed by different people.

But their people suddenly received news and were asked to clean the warehouse.

The entire warehouse is empty, not a single one is left.

The man narrowed his eyes: "Who took it away?"

"I heard that no high-level officials were there that day..." That kind of warehouse requires people who keep separate passwords to be present at the same time to open it. "The only person who can open the warehouse on his own is Xing Jue, the person in charge of Fanxing Group."

"We checked Xing Jue's itinerary that day. He was indeed not in the company and had no other arrangements..."

So the most likely possibility is only Xing Jue.

"Lu Fengze...are you sure he is dead?"

"Sir, I'm sure."

The man sneered: "If he died, how could the m67 suddenly disappear?"

"Is it possible that there are other changes at Fanxing Group, so..."

"Impossible." That thing has no value to them. Even if they suddenly want to study it, they can't just empty the entire warehouse.

No one found any trace of moving so many things. This is not an internal reason of Fanxing Group.

Lu Fengze is definitely not dead.

Not only did he not die, he also ended up on the Wenxian Road.

Because he heard the DNA match and saw Lu Fengze drink the contents of the glass of wine with his own eyes, he didn't think much about it.

When Lu Fengze showed up, he felt something was wrong.

He should be more cautious and check in person whether Lu Fengze is really dead.

How many things did Lu Fengze shake out?

The third child must also fall into her hands...

The man pressed his hand on the table, stood up slowly, and commanded in a deep voice: "Plan ahead."