star hunter

Su Xian's first reaction was to go back to the bureau to ask clearly, but he stopped short - since the Zongju Bureau didn't intend to let him know about it from the beginning, it probably won't be fruitful if he asks.

Thinking of this level, Su Xian couldn't help feeling a little anxious, but he didn't let this terrible negative emotion control him for too long. He walked to the window, opened a gap, and fresh air poured in. He took a deep breath , then pulled a chair over, and began to think about Zong Zheng's reason for doing so.

There is no doubt that he had people take away all the photos in the villa without a trace, because he didn't want him to see them, but why?

He thought about it, but he didn't think of any connection between himself and Xiao Yin, so he ruled himself out.

If the matter itself had nothing to do with him, but he had to avoid him, Su Xian could only come to one conclusion—the root cause probably lay in a person who was closely related to him.

Once he knows, that person probably knows too.

In this "isolated island", there are only a handful of people who can be called close to him.

Coupled with Zong Zhengzheng's cautious foresight and foresight, it is obvious who he wants to hide.

Su Xian's heart sank slowly—could it be, is there any relationship between Xiao Yin and Zhong Yuncong?

In an instant, several conjectures flashed through his mind, and he rejected them one by one—no, it was too outrageous, Xiao Yin had been dead for almost 30 years, Zhong was only in his early twenties, and grew up outside again , what could it matter?

He let out a breath, got up suddenly, took the things he should bring, and strode out.There is no point in sitting here guessing out of thin air, he intends to try to get a photo of Xiao Yin or something first, Zong Zheng doesn't want him to know what Xiao Yin looks like, so he wants to see it.

If he can't find it, he can go to the leader and ask again.

He walked through that rather artistic corridor again, but this time he was full of thoughts, and he no longer had the leisure to stop and admire the decorative paintings on the wall.

Su Xian was thinking about where to find out about Xiao Yin's appearance, but suddenly his back turned cold, feeling like he was being spied on.

He suddenly turned around and asked sharply, "Who is it?!"

The aisle behind him was quiet, not a single person was there.

There are walls on both sides of the corridor, there is no hiding place, and the only room is on the other side, which is the room he just came out of.

But at this moment, the door is locked tightly, and it doesn't look like someone has entered or exited, and the door was locked by him himself, so there should be no problem.

Of course, once there is a problem, it is definitely not a small problem-the one lurking is probably a supernatural person, otherwise ordinary people cannot disappear in an instant.

It was precisely because of this that Su Xian was so cautious.

Although he didn't find any clues, Su Xian still couldn't dispel his doubts. He simply walked in the opposite direction, walked along the old road again, returned to the locked bedroom, and checked it carefully again.

Still nothing.

He frowned, beginning to wonder if he was being too shadowy.

He shrugged, turned, and walked down the corridor for the third time.

This time Su Xian intentionally slowed down his pace, his eyes glanced at the oil paintings hanging on both sides, and he thought that they would probably get annoyed by me as an uninvited guest.

After walking through most of the aisle, everything was still normal. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and when he stepped forward, the indifferent and biting feeling of being peeped swept over again.

Su Xian was a little annoyed, and turned his head with a bad expression. Everything was the same, and there was no one at all. He became more and more angry, and when he was about to explode, his gaze moved unconsciously, and suddenly, he unexpectedly met a pair of eyes.

He froze in place.

It is true that no one is peeping at him. What is staring at him is a painting.

From the oil painting hanging obliquely in front of him and on the right wall, a lifelike face appeared at some point.

Su Xian gasped, and after a moment of hesitation, he took a step forward cautiously. Immediately, that face turned into a pile of disorganized color blocks.

Taking a step back, too.

It seems that the author of this painting played a little trick, and only by chance and coincidence can he see the portrait hidden in it under a certain angle and light.

Su Xian returned to his original position, and the portrait reappeared in his field of vision.

He stared at that face in disbelief.

That... a face he was familiar with.

The person in the painting... who is it?

An obvious guess popped out of the water like a bubble, and exploded in an instant, completely disturbing his thoughts.

Su Xian didn't dare to think about it any further. He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were raised, and after a while, he slowly loosened them. He tried his best to calm down his shortness of breath. At the same time, he walked over slowly, reached out and took off the oil painting.

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One hundred secrets and one sparse.

After his subordinates presented the mysterious portrait, this was Zong Zhengzheng's only thought.

I didn't expect that guy Xiao Yin to keep this trick... He's full and has nothing to do!

Zong Zheng was furious, and faced Su Xian's complicated and unspeakable eyes, he didn't have a good face: "So you're just going to work on this?"

Su Xian ignored his big boss' questioning, he looked straight into the other's eyes: "Who is the person in the painting...?"

Director Zong showed a playful smile, and the lines on both sides of his nose twitched: "Why do you ask knowingly?"

Su Xian closed his eyes: "That's why you tried every means to guard against me?"

Zong Zheng was playing with a pen in his hand, and gave him a meaningful look: "Yes. But in the final analysis, I don't want to embarrass you."

Su Xian's breath stagnated, his lips moved, and finally he asked with difficulty: "What is the relationship between the person in the painting and... him?"

It is self-evident who this "he" refers to.

Zong Zhengze naturally would not fail to understand, his smile showed a little helplessness: "You guessed it?"

The obvious answer has been hanging over him like a cloud, but before he gets a clear affirmation, there is always a little bit of luck. At this moment, Director Zong's helpless rhetorical question shattered that little bit of luck.

"How could it be?" Su Xian asked eagerly, as if he wanted to refute something, "Xiao Yin has been dead for almost 30 years, and he was only in his early twenties, how could it be..."

Zong Zheng raised a hand and lightly interrupted his questioning. He took a deep look at him and said, "You can consult your doctor friend. There are more than one way to have a child."

He blocked the conversation with one sentence, leaving Su Xian speechless. After a long while, he said weakly: "... Where is his mother? Is it... Zhu Ci?"

"I don't know." Unexpectedly, Zong Zheng shook his head neatly, "That woman Zhu Ci never plays cards according to common sense. I don't know if that child has anything to do with her."

"Then, Yun Cong's birth must have something to do with her, right?" Su Xian's face was rather ugly, "Maybe it has something to do with the 'Tree of Life'..."

According to the Clan Bureau, in that plan, some children were born artificially.

This time, Zong Zheng didn't deny it: "It should be... But I don't know the specific inside story. That woman has been crazy for a long time, and she can never do things with common sense."

"Since you know she's a lunatic, why have you pampered her for so long?" Su Xian asked coldly, his tone somewhat disrespectful, but fortunately he didn't offend his immediate superior, who leaned back wearily, Pressing between the eyebrows: "You ask me why... because 'Island' needs her, her financial resources, her prestige, not only us, but also the Integrated Management Bureau next door."

So she can do whatever she wants?Su Xian swallowed the question that came to his lips abruptly, and he had a hunch that once he asked, the topic would fall into an endless loop, and he had already experienced such a process once.

Forget it.

He shook his head: "I see."

He picked up the frame and wanted to leave, but felt that the portrait in his hand was heavy, his hand trembled, and the oil painting fell heavily to the ground.

Zong Zheng sighed: "If you don't want to take it with you, you can leave it with me."

Su Xian opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to reject the proposal, but his tongue turned a corner temporarily, and he couldn't say anything.

Zong Zheng saw a clue, and raised half of his eyebrows: "I ask you, do you dare to tell Zhong Yuncong about this?"

This question was like a thin rope tightly strangling Su Xian's throat, he could hardly breathe.

He is also asking himself: Do you dare?

the answer is negative.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of expression Zhong Yuncong would have when he knew this.

Zong Zheng sighed silently, then tapped the table twice: "Put it down."

This time Su Xian was very obedient, he leaned the picture frame on a table leg, and walked out in a daze without saying hello.

Zong Zheng didn't keep him either.

When he walked out of that door, he looked back like a ghost, and he looked back again, probably because he had chosen a good angle earlier, this time, he saw Xiao Yin's self-portrait again.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that Xiao Yin and that person didn't look exactly the same. The outline and facial features were about [-]% similar. Compared with the young Zhong Yuncong, the person in the painting was obviously older and more mature. a bit.

But the most obvious difference is the temperament of the two of them——Zhong Yuncong has a lively and outgoing personality most of the time, with a bit of annoying silly sweetness mixed in with his gentleness; as for Xiao Yin, he doesn't know this person well, But this self-portrait has gloomy and indifferent eyes.

It can be said that it is very different.

Could such two people really be father and son?

Su Xian suddenly thought of Zhong Yuncong's real father, Zhong Zhiyuan. In fact, he had never seen Zhong Zhiyuan, but Zhong once painted a portrait of Zhong Zhiyuan. Up to now, he only had a whole impression in his mind.

A plump, kind old man who looked nothing like his son in general.

Su Xian found out in frustration that Xiao Yin's probability was much higher just by looking at his face.