[Net King] Drama Boy

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Either he wanted to see Baicun kill himself, or it was because of fear and timidity.

What he was afraid of was the people of Baicun, powerful or not.

Although Bai Cun was weak, he skillfully caught the knife, and it was still possible to reach the tip of the knife to the heart without using much force to avoid the bones and tendons.

Compared with the pain caused by Isis that Bai Cun endured for a long time, the pain piercing the heart is insignificant.

Not to mention his mood, Bai Cun just ended his life like this.

This scene should have been staged sooner, but it is better to be staged later.

After escaping, he saw that all his subordinates were on standby on the basement floor, and Atobe fully expected what would happen in front of the laboratory.

If it was a little later, the matter might be salvageable, but it just happened to let him see this scene.Witnessing blood splattered from his chest and heart was irreversible.

Atobe deeply felt the desperation that seemed to be real, and the suffocation feeling that there was no oxygen left in the air.

With that position and blood volume, it is impossible to survive.

Reason makes this judgment, and sensibility is completely unwilling to believe it.

The Laughing Man has put down the drowsy Xiaojie and is watching with his arms folded complacently.

Atobe walked unsteadily close to Baicun, who was lying on the cold ground and bleeding a lot of blood. The flat marble floor, Atobe almost fell down like a fool.

Why?Aren't you immortal?Don't you claim to have a full set of protagonist aura?

Isn't it possible that if we survive Isis, we can grow old together.

Holding up his cold body, Atobu's body was covered with his blood, but Atobe didn't know what else to do besides hugging him.

Atobu, who had a high laugh and lacked facial expression, laughed: "You turned your hair gray first, then this is my uncle, black-haired people give white-haired people..."

The paler man had promised he would live.

Can you live on even if you die...

Atobe lowered his head deeply, his expression was covered by the shadow of his once shining golden hair under the pale light.

Xiangshii, who successfully dragged the trail for a while, wandered around for a long time and finally broke through the people blocking the way on the basement floor, and caught up with the target No. [-], presumably the target No. [-] is also there.

The target No. [-] is undoubtedly dead, and the target No. [-] who only needs to be controlled is holding him in a pool of blood, his emotions are unclear, and Bai Cunjiao, who is four years old and defaults to not being included in the plan, is wounded and unconscious.

The man in the deep purple tuxedo didn't touch a drop of blood, and seemed to be enjoying the scene with great interest, but he was actually still confirming Baicun's life and death.

"Five!" Xiangshii covered his face, only showing his eyes, and asked with a trembling voice, "You said that the way to deal with him is to take the four-year-old child as a hostage and force his brother to commit suicide?!"

"Isn't our ultimate goal to kill him? Look, I succeeded." The Laughing Man paused, then shrugged and spread his hands.

Kashii stepped back, shaking her head, "No..."

"Sorry, I don't think so."

The voice was low and weak, and the one who said this in a proud and unbeatable tone was a person who should have died on the ground.

Coughing a few times caused his chest to vibrate, and Bai Cun bled again. He covered the blood hole in his chest that healed at an astonishing speed, and he wobbled to his feet.

The Laughing Man froze in place.

Kashii was so frightened that she screamed and ran for the door and fled.

"Fake corpse ahhh!!!"

Atobe silently wiped away the unknown salty liquid from the corner of his eyes, stood up and kicked him, making him lie down again in the pool of blood that was enough for a person.

"Soul!"

With Atobe's excellent self-cultivation, he even said words that are not gorgeous, which shows that he is in a...good mood.

Where did Bai Cun fall and where did he lie on his stomach, and explained with a smile, "Brother, I didn't play tricks on you, I didn't do it on purpose..."

The Laughing Man has disappeared.

Atobe exhaled, feeling like he was alive again.

Bypassing Baicun, Atobe strode towards the stairs.

"I haven't recovered my strength yet, Jingwu..."

Bai Cun lay weak and helpless in a pool of bright red blood, his eyes glistened with tears, and he shouted "Jing Wu" with a long and lingering aftertaste.

Unable to bear his blood all over his body, Atobu walked up the stairs non-stop, and turned down within a second to pick up the bastard on the ground.

Atobe raised his forehead, at this time, there is no need to pretend to be pitiful and play tricks to tease him.

He is already very happy.

Not paying attention to the escaped intruder, Shiramura nestled obediently in Atobe's generous arms, and reminded him, "Kokeshi."

Atobe said ruthlessly and unreasonably: "Someone will take it back."

Bai Cun wanted to protest for Xiaojie's rights, but finally stopped.

Because I am very tired.

Fight Isis, poke another hole in your heart, bleed all your blood, and die again.

Bai Cun did not forget to order his subordinates who assisted him in scientific research, "Destroy all traces left by this pool of blood after collecting blood samples."

Bai Cun stretched his neck over the shoulder at the back of the scar and saw that Xiaojie had been properly cleaned and bandaged by his subordinates, wrapped in thick clothes, put his mind at ease, raised his arms around the scar, and pressed his side face against his chest full of dried blood.

Atobe's footsteps slowed down, and his eyes turned to the passing gallery walls that were not hung with artwork, but he didn't look at the person in his arms, his lips moved, and he didn't speak when he saw the person coming.

The belated support or finishers finally arrived.

"I'm so sorry, boss, we're late."

It must be Akutsu who is so polite.

Bai Cun looked up at the person with dignity, and Ajiujin pushed Jiang Chenghuan, who was still in a wheelchair with his legs, walking towards him, and Bai Cun buried his face in Atobu's arms again.

"It's not too late, it's already very fast. It's the limit to come here from the headquarters hundreds of miles away, isn't Lord Baicun thinking that he can bring people here with missiles?"

It must be someone with the surname Jiang who is so mean.

Jiang Chenghuan had a stinky face. He was well-informed and expressed regret that Bai Village did not die and wanted to make up for it. He thought Bai Village could still die.

It's just that his family is too stubborn, what's the good of being loyal to this kind of person, so that Jiang Chenghuan gave up the idea when he saw Ajiujin when he wanted to do something for Baicun, and he didn't even dare to play tricks.

Super frustrating.

And what's going on with the current situation, Ajiujin pushes him, Atobu hugs Baicun, two healthy people hug two disabled people, Jiang Chenghuan might want to laugh at this scene from God's perspective.

"Just because someone surnamed Jiang is here, the air has become turbid."

The smell of blood and Atobe's faint scent of roses filled his breath, Shiramura still sincerely begged Atobe, "Let's go."

Jiang Chenghuan: "Cut." Why doesn't the turbid air poison you to death.

Akutsu took the person away faster than Atobe's reaction.

Jiang Chenghuan, the direct subordinate of Atobe's agent Baicun for nearly three years, is Jiang Chenghuan.Most of the remaining things that had to be handled by Baicun were assisted by Ajiujin.At the same time, Ajitsu also respected Atobe because of Baicun's recognition of Atobe.

"Instruct my uncle to send it to you later."

"Yes." Ajitsu nodded.

"Yes." Jiang Chenghuan refused to accept Baicun, but he was okay with the trace department.

When Atobe finally cleaned up the two of them, he had the intention to continue the conversation.

"I'll give you a chance. If you have anything to say to my uncle."

Bai Cun was surrounded by a soft blanket and placed on a wide armchair for two people. While Atobe questioned him majestically, he placed a half-human tall, simple and soft Kodak duck between the armrest and the back of the chair for Bai Cun to lean on.

The cold eyes of the blue eyes fell on Baicun's body with a sense of oppression. Atobe kept taking orange and yellow Kodak dolls of different sizes from the toy box of Xiaojie at his feet and placed them next to Baicun. Buried half of it with a small blanket, the pillow-sized Kodak Duck was put into Baicun's arms.

Baicun, who had been buried by countless Kodaks, weakly buried half of his face in the three feathers of Kodaks in his arms.

"First of all, brother can't be angry with Xiaojie. Xiaojie is only four years old, and he didn't want to be taken away. I worked very hard for that kid for his brother."

"Would I do such a shameless thing as venting my anger?" Atobe smashed the fist-sized Kodak on his head, "It's my uncle who didn't protect well, and I will apologize to Xiaojie."

Bai Cun stood firmly against the Kodak, and he knew that Mr. Atobe was a sensible person.

Atobe raised his chin arrogantly, "Secondly?"

"Secondly, I realized that this bloodletting is necessary after I came back to life." Bai Cun squeezed the long mouth of the duck in his arms, feeling the strength restored with the blood, "When the blue bead potion took effect, my heart broke. Hole, I have always felt that my body reacted against the use of Isis this time, and it turned out that it was not possible to release all the blood from the heart like the blue bead incident."

Isis let unprecedented power surge with the blood, and Baicun felt that it would be difficult to die in the future.

Atobe sighed, rubbed his head, and knocked Kodak off. Shiramura raised his hand to catch it, and inadvertently crushed the plastic Kodak with his thumbs and index fingers interlaced.

For plastic, it is difficult to describe the physical force as "crushed".

More terrifying and inhuman power.

Atobe pressed the tear mole at the corner of his right eye, and took out a plain white card, "As long as you are in good health, I just received a greeting card."

Bai Cun threw away the wreckage of the Kodak Duck and took the so-called greeting card. The signature on it made him click his tongue in displeasure.

"It turns out that you still have living relatives."

The person who will be visiting is Ryunosuke Aisaka, the head of the Silver Camel Project in Japan and the uncle of Baicun's blood.

Atobe didn't know its connection with the scientific research organization, and sensed Bai Cun's disgust. He guessed something, and asked hesitantly, "Actually, you haven't obtained permission from Isis to use it?"

Bai Cun didn't care, "No."

Atobe: "..."

The author has something to say: The author has started writing the outline.

You can no longer use excuses like newcomers to fool you. The more people who read it, the more the author wants to write this article well.

With an outline, the author should not forget anything, except for typos and sentences missed by myopia, so there is no need to make frequent corrections.

The author is smart.

☆, fifty chapters

On a sunny winter morning, the day after posting the call letter, Feng Ban came to visit alone, not talking about Isis, but always talking about why Bai Village demolished the gallery and forced Ruan Nanqing to death.

When he heard that the gallery was rebuilt and it was exactly the same as the original one, Fengban suddenly came up with the idea that Baicun was just to kill the stranger Ruan Nanqing.

The organization that does not approve the document to allow ISIS human experiments actually acquiesces in its private experimentation, in order not to bear the risk of failure of the human experiment and the humanitarian responsibility.

Therefore, Fengban's biggest entanglement in this trip is still to verify whether Baicun deliberately forced Ruan Nanqing to death, and getting the first-hand clinical data of ISIS is secondary.

When Aisaka arrived at the gallery, he was dumbfounded.

in ruins.

"Mr. Fengsaka?" The well-dressed young man came over.

"Yes, are you?"

Facing the collapsed buildings in the vast white snow, Feng Saka felt like he was living in a dream.He was distracted to look at the young man who spoke to him.

Unsmiling, with soft black hair, cold and charming phoenix eyes exposed alone, green and clear pupils, he has a good appearance but is concealed by a gloomy and indifferent temperament.

Ajiujin briefly explained the cause of the scene, "The gallery was blown up by Baicun."

Feng Saka: "..." I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly, say it again?

What the hell is the directional blasting, Aisaka couldn't believe it.

This is the thinking of normal people who don't understand Baicun.

Didn't Baicun want to demolish the gallery again? He was in a bad mood when he came to Fengban, so he would demolish it. Do you have to choose a date?

Bai Cun personally adjusted the dose to ensure the accuracy and destructive power of the directional blasting.Then I was in a good mood and dragged my family to another real estate overnight to rest.

Ajiujin handed the sealed file to Aisaka, "Baicun gave it to you, and asked me to tell you the exact words 'get the experimental data and get out, don't want to see me, because I don't want to see you'."

Aisaka: "..."

Finding the address of Baicun in Fengban is quite laborious. After all, Baicun is also a member of the organization project research, and his power is also not what it used to be, so this side is no longer visible.

"What's that for?"

Aisaka pointed to the rumbling excavators and a large number of construction workers pulled by trucks.

Ajiujin replied naturally, "Build a gallery. Baicun wants to build another same gallery on the same site."

Aisaka: "..."

Damn mental retardation.

are you crazy.

Of course, with Feng Ban's self-cultivation and quality, he would not scold him, so he could only keep silent.

Knowing that Bai Cun does not welcome him, Feng Saka is still stunned by Bai Cun's undisguised dislike and capricious style.

Ajiujin was the most reliable conveyer of the documents about ISIS. Ajiujin watched Aisaka leave in a trance, completed the task, and immediately drove to the airport to find his family, Mr. Jiang.

For some reason, Baicun did not investigate the attack in China, and stayed in the country to spend the New Year before going back, while Ajiujin and the others flew to Japan first.

Why don't you track down the Laughing Man? Bai Cun hasn't found anything interesting after a long time, so he should get to the bottom of it.

However, this time is very different.

Combined with Atobe's memory, Shirakawa believes that the Laughing Man has a disagreement with his accomplices, and he is the only one who understands Shirakawa and Isis.

The Laughing Man's accomplices with different abilities wanted to kill him, but they were not as unscrupulous as the Laughing Man. They were very bottom-line and kind-hearted and didn't let anyone die.

Except for the despicable Laughing Man, the others seemed to be a righteous team rather than sneak attackers who took advantage of the situation.

The smiling man knows but will not be a person in the scientific research project.

Those who are included in the project plan and have access to ISIS information are core researchers and staff members, ensuring that the eight generations of ancestors are clearly investigated by the superiors, and their political positions, religious beliefs, behaviors and morals are all included in the investigation, and their status is monitored. Every move.

In the balcony greenhouse of his new home, Bai Cun sighed at a pot of soil. Over the past few years, he has tried thousands of viruses and bacteria, even smallpox, Ebola, and anthrax. He has experimented with hybridization many times, and the success rate of cultivation is 82.75%. This seed theory There must be black roses growing on the ground, but so far its buds have not emerged, and the side effect is that the growth cycle is long and there is no way.

Bai Cun was very patient, and didn't even take the unknown powerful enemy seriously.If he really knew him, the Laughing Man would come to see him soon.

What he worries about is that Rose is still the heir, and he doesn't care about anything if he commits a lazy crime.

Bai Cun thinks that people like him should be lazy, after all, it's not good for anyone if he makes troubles.

What's more, his recent physical condition is not suitable for moving... Don't get me wrong, I'm not pregnant.

It's Isis.

Baicun's five senses are more sensitive and others, the biggest impact on daily life is his amazingly strong strength, and he often cannot control his strength, so that the ducks are broken, the silver tableware is broken, and the skull (other people's) skull and tibia are broken...

do not mind the details.Bai Cun will soon be able to control his strength.

Isis, the Greek god of life and health, is no match for this stuff.

It should be Kali, the goddess of creation and destruction in Hindu mythology.

On New Year's Day, Baicun got up early in the morning and looked at Xiaojie. The wound on Xiaojie's hand was fine, and there was no trace of trace on his neck. He was lying on the plush carpet in his room and drawing.

This is the second floor, and the window is empty and white, because changing from the gallery to here is just changing from one uninhabited suburb to another.

Every private residence in Baicun is desolate and quiet.Especially when the field is covered with heavy snow, on a misty day with no sun, the vastness of whiteness can be seen everywhere, which makes people feel like there is no one else between the sky and the earth.

"Xiaojie." Baicun sat on the ground opposite Xiaojie to look at Xiaojie's paintings, "Do you miss your parents?"

"……Um."

"Sorry no ashes left."

"No need."

Xiao Gua’s brush is fixed on the canvas, the oil paint is condensed on the tip of the pen, the wet black eyes reflect the smiling men and women on the canvas, looking at them, Xiao Gua raises his hand unconsciously to touch their faces, touching the outline of the color in vain , causing flaws in the painting.

Xiaojie has been missing her parents in her heart, relying on her last relative, Baicun, and fearing the strange new environment.

Mr. Atobe is so kind to him without any reason, and Akubo is grateful, but he has lived for more than ten years, and he can't accept the kindness that comes from him calmly, so he can't warm up to Mr. Atobe.

As long as painting is enough, Xiaojie chose to escape from the reality, which is also an escape method. After all, in the eyes of Xiaojie, who regards painting as his life, there is nothing that painting can't solve. If there is, then make another one. .

"Can't you still treat Mr. Atobe as family?"

Bai Cun also picked up the paintbrush and repaired the damaged part of the painting, and added a few smile lines on the faces of the Bai Cun couple, and outlined some silver-white temple hair and fine lines at the corners of the eyes.

The originally young and unlikely parent couple became kind and sincere.

"Mom and Dad are also growing up with Xiaojie, and they will also grow old, not to mention the deceased has passed away."

Baicun has never cried since he found Xiaojie. Xiaojie is very strong, but now he can't help the tears rolling in his eyes.

Baicun amusedly waited for Xiaojie to calm down.

And added ruthlessly, "To put it bluntly, death is death. They died very satisfied, and you are the only one who is unhappy."

Xiaojie: "..."

I know that Baicun is gentle for only three seconds, and the daily chicken soup is poisonous.Aggrieved, Xiaojie turned her head to stare at Baicun.

"It seems that my uncle came at the wrong time." Atobe walked in and saw them "looking at each other affectionately" to block their sight, and brought an unexpected message, "Father is here."

Little Mustard has red rabbit eyes, with tears still hanging on the eyelashes, and he was dumbfounded when he heard the words, "Haunted?"

"...It's my father who came." It's not your heavenly one.

Atobe also sat down on the carpet next to Bai Cun, their brothers' brains were in some strange place.

"We couldn't go back to visit Madam's grave this winter. It's really time for me to meet Mr. Atobe."

Bai Cun picked up a drawing board to fix the canvas and started painting.

"People are downstairs."

Bai Cun threw away the drawing board, picked up Xiaojie and went downstairs.

Atobe has completely obtained an effective way to deal with Baicun's "mind-reading technique": don't tell any lies, and don't tell all the truth.

Atobe, who has become more and more infected by Shiraura's evil taste, is very satisfied with Shiraura's reaction. He is calm and sees through the world every day, so he should be more frightened and more energetic, right?

Atobe got up slowly and went downstairs, the brows and eyes that were born deep and sharper because of his own personality softened, and his eyes were like a blue sea in summer.

Bai Cun is actually a perfect lover who can make people move.

As for why Bai Cun, who is fearless and fearless, respects Mr. Atobe so much, Atobe knows the reason very clearly.

Baicun is too smart and understands people's hearts, and he doesn't like Atobe so much that he loses his mind, so everything he does is natural and measured.

Atobe doesn't seem to be deeply involved in thinking so clearly, but this is due to nature, and it is the arrogance and sobriety in his bones.

Atobe never liked anyone the way he liked Shiraura.

It is precisely because both of them are so rational that they have maintained this wonderful relationship for so many years.

Atobe went downstairs, and in the middle of the living room, Akuta was lying on the sofa with her lips pursed and smiling, looking at a set of exquisite oil painting brushes, which was a gift from Mr. Atobe.

The degree to which Akuta is favored makes people suspect that Mr. Atobe has some unspeakable little secrets in his private life in recent years.

Of course, Mr. Atobe is innocent, and Atobe has confidence in his father's character.

When Atobe arrived at the study room, Mr. Atobe had already played a second game with Bai Cun. It was not a dish. How could my uncle and father-in-law eat alone in the study room? It was Go.

Mr. Atobe glanced at Atobe indifferently, and then continued the interrupted topic with Baicun, "You don't care, I, Atobe, have nothing to fear. It's up to you whether to make it public or not. You have the ability to make choices. And bear the consequences of your choices."

"Father, thank you." Atobe bowed to Mr. Atobe.

Atobe did not expect that it was Bai Cun who mentioned this matter first, and Bai Cun remembered the five-year agreement very clearly.

So why is this heartless kid so attractive.

Atobe straightened up, and suddenly received a document thrown to him by Mr. Atobe. Atobe couldn't hide his shock. The content of this document was the transfer of various equity administrative rights. There were also various seals in the document bag, which was equivalent to passing The imperial decree and the jade seal and tiger charm are gone.

"It's too early..."

Mr. Atobe is only in his early forties, completely in the golden period of his career, and a business organization of the level of the Atobe Zaibatsu is already part of the representative and facade of Japan. At this time, abdicating the throne is not a sense of social responsibility. Man-made rumors of treason.

This is a great opportunity for Atobe, but also a great challenge.

Fortunately, this is not the first time to deal with a mess. If Atobe hadn't experienced the job squeeze in Baicun, he would be devastated, but now he is confident.

Atobe has inherited the family business, and Baicun has to return to his mafia boss. Baicun puffed up his face with regret. He took black and made a move, and while Mr. Atobe was contemplating his chess strategy, he winked at Atobe, who took care of the mess in his career.

Atobe glared at him, and Bai Cun threw a wink at him without showing any weakness. No matter how many times Bai Cun wanted to impress people, he still couldn't do it, Atobe still couldn't adapt, and closed the door and went out.

Mr. Atobe calmly gave a sigh, and the younger generation expressed their love and affection. Mr. Atobe has passed the age that feels prickly.

Their growing relationship is what Mr. Atobe hopes to see. Mr. Atobe didn't think they could last long before, because they are young after all.I didn't expect that two such proud and excellent people, the same arrogant and self-respecting people in their bones, would never really blush and have any awkward fights.

The chess path was blocked again, Mr. Atobe slowly lit the chess basket with his fingertips, and the chess game was deadlocked.

The little devil who doesn't wink, doesn't save any face for his elders, Bai Zi can't go on after only half an hour of the start.

Mr. Atobe's style of chess is steady, his attack is sharp, and one move counts as ten moves, while Shiraura's style of chess is aggressive and disorderly, but he often unknowingly forces people to have nowhere to go soon after the start of the game.

As an amateur chess fan, Mr. Atobe has studied this year's Ying's Cup, and Shiramura gave up the game after entering the semi-finals... In fact, it is not so strange for this strange person.However, the chess game he left behind is still worth studying. Mr. Atobe saw in the video that Shirakawa was lazy and unmotivated. He immediately followed the player's move, with the same attitude as a player. But he won every game like this.

It is said that chess is like a person, and what Mr. Atobe sees in the black and white pieces on the chess game is completely different from that of the chess player.

Seemingly lazy but waiting for opportunities, seemingly reckless but pressing, his ways are elusive, but the most important and most contradictory thing is that he doesn't want to win and has no ambition to win.

"Junior, you are not eager to win, but you are not willing to admit defeat." Mr. Atobe finally thought of a move, and the stalemate was broken.

Bai Cun smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't need to think about the move at all. After a few rounds, Bai Cun was blocked by Hei Zi again, "It doesn't matter if I lose."

Words and deeds do not match.Mr. Atobe had to twist the chess pieces and think hard.

"Tell me about you, if you don't ask you, you will never tell."

Mr. Atobe finally gave up and surrendered.

"Your opinion about the concept of winning and winning."

Generally, when a topic is brought up, people will explain their behavior in words, explain themselves, and show their particularity.Don't deny that people always talk about themselves subconsciously when chatting, what kind of person they are and what kind of views they have.

It's not that it's difficult for Baicun to master the euphemistic conversation skills of Mr. Yiyibu, he just doesn't want to talk about himself.

Since I asked, I always answer, "It's not off."

"Ok?"

"Winning and winning can't be defined exactly. For me, I never thought about which side I must choose." Bai Cun leisurely picked up the white pieces one by one into the chess basket, and the pieces made a clear and pleasant collision sound.

"Go with the flow and leave it to fate?" No, you're not one of those people at all.

The two fell silent, and after tidying up the chessboard, Bai Cun grabbed a handful of chess pieces from the chess basket.

"Double." Mr. Atobe said.

Turn hands open, five chess pieces.

Baicun takes the black and takes the lead.

"At that time, I will define winning and winning, black and white, good and bad, won't it be fine?"

The first ball at the start falls on Tian Yuan.

Mr. Atobe laughed in a low voice, shook his head, "Nonsense."

Bai Cun still smiled slightly.

"However." Mr. Atobe simply threw the white piece he picked up not long ago back into the chess basket, "As a senior, I must remind you..."

"No need." Interrupted and refused, but Baicun's attitude was sincere and peaceful, "You are not me."

Mr. Atobe was astonished.

"You junior, let me verbally take advantage of senior."

The stinky brat understands too well, Mr. Atobe smiled helplessly.

Times have changed, old people have old ways, and new people have new ways.Even if the smartest person has lived for a lifetime, how much can he understand the absolute value of life?

He may not be qualified enough to guide, not only completely different people take completely different paths, but also because although he has achieved something, he has also lost a lot, and his life and experience are fragmented... What is going on today? I always think of my wife. biggest loss.

Mr. Atobe said as he picked up the chess pieces and wanted to drop them.

"Eh? You just voted."

The bet is deemed to admit defeat.

"Hand slippery."

"..." Rely on the old and sell the old, let alone you are not old.

The room fell into silence again.

Winter is always quiet, and the sound of single chess pieces colliding with the chessboard is not enough to distinguish the coldness inside and outside.

"Why did you delegate power so early?"

Bai Cun vaguely knew something in his heart, so he had to confirm it.

"It's the same reason that Jingwu persuaded me to accept your relationship."

Mr. Atobe has the intention to confide, but there are some things that cannot be said whether they are close or not.

"It's about Mrs. Atobe."

Mr. Atobe voted this time, the expression on his face didn't change much, he leaned back in the chair, lowered his head and pinched the space between his brows.

According to the psychology of human behavior, bowing your head and raising your forehead with your hands is a sign of shame.

At this time, he leaned back on the back of the chair and folded his arms around his chest, which can be regarded as a subconscious retreat.

"What did Atobe use to convince you?"

"His mother's greatest wish is freedom, freedom in love, freedom in marriage, and freedom for children."

Atobe said he liked Shiramura's moment Mr. Atobe thought they would repeat their tragedy.

People who are too free don't even want to be tied down by the one she loves. Mrs. Atobe impulsively married to another country. Like most Japanese women, she became a full-time wife after marriage. She was depressed and unhappy, and committed suicide without warning.

Mr. Atobe resented her irresponsibility, and even more resented his neglect.

When the chaebol was in turmoil, Mr. Atobe was busy with work and didn't like her.

Bai Cun didn't know whether to say something, so he said, "Ms. Atobe...has lung cancer."

Mr. Atobe raised his head slowly stiffly, his eyes were asking, his lips were trembling but he couldn't speak.

Bai Cun knew what he wanted to ask, "It's true."

"There is no warning, she has been in good health." Mr. Atobe was emotionally unstable.

"Peripheral lung cancer has no obvious signs until the advanced stage, at most cough, phlegm, and low-grade fever."

"When my people took over the Tokyo Hospital and sorted out the files, they found out that it was the hospital where she jumped off the building. She should have asked for confidentiality, so the hospital sealed the medical records."

"Why didn't Liz tell me..."

Moreover, Mr. Atobu checked the matter over and over again, and there was no medical record, witnesses, everything showed that Liz suddenly went to the hospital to commit suicide.

"That medical record, it's not right to call it a medical record, it's a report, a report of genetic test results. Mrs. Atobe checked her own genes." Bai Cun also checked, "Mrs. Atobe's medical brand owned by the British family The scale is huge, presumably Mrs. Atobe not only majors in biology but also knows medicine."

The six medical thieves in the world are all due to the development of biological genetics. Gene sequencing has been on the rise since the 21s. At that time, people thought that it was something far away in scientific research, and no one wanted to test their own chromosomal DNA.

Mr. Atobe is a businessman with a degree in economics. He has only heard about genetic testing, and it is impossible to connect it with reality.The genetic testing department of the hospital had only been piloted for a short time, and it was disbanded soon after no one checked it.So during the investigation, I didn't find that strange point at all.

"It is most powerful to look at the mutation rate of the original cancer cells based on the genetic test results. Besides, Mrs. Atobe's grandfather died of lung cancer, and lung cancer has a chance of being inherited in the family."

The vast majority of cancers are not hereditary, but 15.00% to [-]% of cancers are caused by heredity, one of which is lung cancer.

Inheritance and genes are so unreasonable. Some people smoke and drink and burn their heads without any disease. Mrs. Atobe doesn't smoke and has good living habits and got cancer.What's more, the incidence and mortality of lung cancer in women are not high, at least not higher than those in men, which can only be explained by family inheritance and genetic susceptibility.

Shiraura handed the list to Mr. Atobe, and he couldn't understand anything else, but it turned out that there was a [-]% chance of cell canceration, and no one could understand it.

She was already ill by this time.

"So, this scare and the chance of lung cancer has her..."

Suicide by jumping off a building?

"No, I don't think so." Bai Cun lowered his voice, "Mrs. Atobe is a responsible and good mother in Atobe's memories."

Mr. Atobe, who is all-powerful in the mall, can no longer think calmly.

"What if it was an accident?" Bai Cun's voice slowed down again, "Mrs. Atobe was flustered for a while, and asked the inspectors to keep it secret for now. She went to the rooftop to blow air to calm down and relax. Psychological pressure induced a false attack, accidentally..."

Fall down the stairs and die.

Mr. Atobe spoke quickly, "I know!"

His remorse was deeper, and he was anxious and painful.Bai Cun deciphered these.

Mrs. Atobe loves her family and doesn't want to leave him and the children behind. Knowing this doesn't make Mr. Atobe happy.

Was it wrong to tell him the truth?Bai Cun suddenly remembered that Atobe once said that seeing too clearly may not be a good thing.

☆、Chapter [-]

Mr. Atobe's emotions stabilized quickly. After all, the man has passed away, and the time between yin and yang has been more than ten years, and now those last guilts are gone with the wind, leaving only regrets.

Atobe was the one who never believed Mrs. Atobe committed suicide. Bai Cun found out and told him very early, and Atobe accepted the result very quickly.

I don't know if it's Baicun's poisonous chicken soup that has played a role, or it's Mr. Atobe who loves Mr. Atobe. The invisible barrier between Mr. Atobe and Mr. Atobe has disappeared, and they are like father and son.

The same loss of close people, the common pain will narrow the distance between people, and the human beings whose thorns have been broken can cuddle up to each other for warmth, with the same instinct.

Anyway, they let it go.

The dull and boring New Year passed.

In the late winter of 04, Bai Cun and others returned to Japan.

When Mr. Atobe returned to China, he held a meeting to abdicate and pass on the throne. Atobe airborne and officially took over the Atobe chaebol.

At the same time, Baicun returned to the underworld, slowly looking for an heir.

The Central Headquarters in Tokyo is deserted. The New Year has just passed, and everyone is on their annual vacation. The underworld is also on vacation.

Baicun saw Yajiujin, the white-haired delinquent boy back then, and now he has completely turned into a man who makes Tracy drool every day to propose marriage, muscular but not exaggerated, with an unruly handsome face, the brain where the handsome face is still covered by muscles blocked.

It's silly not to go home during the Chinese New Year holiday.

"Yo, Boss, I haven't seen you for many years and you are still as beautiful as a flower." Ajiujin greeted informally.

"Thank you, my face just grows casually." Bai Cun sat on his boss's seat and casually said such grammatical and choking words, "It's you, the muscle cells in your brain don't swell at all. look."

Akutsu: "..."

Yakutsu's intelligence really can't support the conversation with Baicun for too long, and he can't talk or fight, so there is no such thing.

So Yajiujin chose to change the subject abruptly, "Tracey is coming back from Africa."

In fact, this is not the future tense, but the present continuous tense.

The sound of cheerful and hurried footsteps was getting closer.

"Lovely boss, Cuihua finally sees you again~"

After returning from a three-year trip to Africa, Tracy not only willingly called herself Cuihua, but her color was also sunburned eight degrees. This time she dared not dye herself into the three primary colors, and restored her original hair color without For the color contact lenses, Tracy originally had simple and dignified brown hair eyes.

Sure enough, if you want to be a coquettish slut, you can’t do it without dyeing your hair or wearing colored contact lenses. With wheat-colored skin, subtle and elegant curly hair and eyes, you have a sexy mature style, and your eyes are not so hot when you don’t move or talk.

Ajiujin was dumbfounded, "You are so serious, what did you win?