Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Compared with the first floor, the living room on the third floor has a much smaller number of people. There are only a few dozen scattered people. It is more like a small self-service dance party. Food and drinks are placed on the shelves for everyone to help themselves.

As soon as a few people came in, many searching eyes fell on Chu Ling's face. His face was indeed eye-catching. Those people more or less couldn't hide the amazement in their eyes, but after the amazement, they turned into curiosity. , maliciousness, and... mercy.

This is really a bit strange, the above can be understood, why is it pity?

Chu Ling frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Different from the first floor, most of the third floor is full of big shots from each side of Shanghai, and a few acquaintances gather together in twos and threes to whisper.

Chu Ling couldn't get any clues from the conversation, mainly because there was soothing music in the room, covering up the conversation, so he couldn't hear clearly.

Lu Weixing took himself a glass of sake from the table, and gave him and Guo Mengmeng two glasses of fruit juice, a glass of watermelon juice, and a glass of pear juice.

Guo Mengmeng was flattered: "Thank you."

Lu Weixing replied that it was all right, then turned his head just in time to see Chu Ling's frown, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is no Liang Yuesheng here."

Lu Weixing handed over the pear juice: "It should be on top, just wait."

Chu Ling took the pear juice and took a small sip. Pure pears are not mixed with a drop of water. The taste is sweet and moistens the throat and relieves cough.The lips are dyed with a layer of crystal clear water light, which looks extremely moist.

Lu Weixing: "I remember you like sweet drinks."

Chu Ling's fingers holding the wine glass were glowing with white light. He looked at the clear pear juice in the glass, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Lu Weixing always remembered his preferences clearly.

Next to her, Guo Mengmeng raised her head and saw two familiar figures in front of her. She quickly poked Chu Ling on the back and said in a low voice, "Sister Chu... look at the two people over there..."

Chu Ling looked up and followed the voice. There were two men, one of them was gentle and well-dressed. He was wearing a student's Chinese tunic suit, holding a book in his hand, and they were chatting with the people around him.

The other one is a little taller, has a rough look, is also wearing a black mandarin jacket, and stands beside him with a serious face.

Sensing Chu Ling's gaze, the one dressed as a student raised his head and smiled slightly, and the two walked over.

"Miss Chu, please stay safe."

Seeing the smile on Chu Ling's face, her tone was quite familiar.

But Chu Ling didn't remember who this person was, could it be an old customer of Chu Xiaodie?

But it doesn't look like the tone.

Seeing that Chu Ling had nothing to say for a long time, a man in a suit beside him immediately introduced: "This is Master Liang's youngest son, Liang Qiuyu, who has just returned from studying in the West."

Chu Ling was slightly taken aback, then raised her head to look again, only to find a subtle sense of familiarity between her brows and eyes.

One of these two people is Guan Renyu and the other is Huang Zhichen.

No, it should be the youngest son of the Liang family, Liang Qiuyu, and his bodyguard Zhou Qiang.

After sorting out the relationship, Chu Ling almost couldn't laugh out loud, this is coming in to be someone's son.

Guan Renyu noticed Chu Ling's slightly raised mouth, and immediately knew what he was laughing at, with a calm expression on his face.

This identity is not what he wants to choose. If you are a son, you can be a son, as long as you can pass it alive.

And what happened to his son, his identity this time has a better status in the troubled times of the Republic of China, which can make it easier for him to search for clues.For example, he now knows that Chu Ling and the others' mission clues this time are related to his "cheap dad" Liang Yuesheng.

Guan Renyu calmed down, shook the red wine glass in his hand, and paid respects to Lu Weixing: "It's all because of my father's honor."

Lu Weixing didn't answer, just looked at Guan Renyu and smiled: "You also know that you are a son."

The expression on Guan Renyu's face turned cold. Everyone knew it was a matter, so it would be too rude to say it directly on the table.

He took a sip of red wine, looked at Lu Weixing, and smiled: "Director Meng is right."

After speaking, he turned and returned to the sofa, and continued chatting with other npcs.

Chu Ling blinked. When Guan Renyu was walking around, he didn't know if it was because of the light from this angle. He seemed to see something flashing in Guan Renyu's coat pocket.

Lu Weixing looked at Chu Ling's expression and gave him a questioning look.

Chu Ling thought for a while: "Do you know what Guan Renyu's ability is?"

Of course Lu Weixing didn't know the details, except for that board game, he had never played a game with Guan Renyu.Ordinary people will not go around clamoring about their own abilities, because this is their trump card and their weakness, and if they are exploited by those who want to, it is likely to become a loophole for them to break through.

He recalled Guan Renyu's actions in the first scene. Guan Renyu was the king. He sat on a high chair and watched everyone... He pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It's hard to say, except for the first scene, I didn't fight with you He has been in contact with it, and I'm not sure about it. But I speculate... maybe it's about the visual system, and it's related to perception."

The perception ability of the visual department?

His hand holding the wine glass tightened a little. For some reason, Chu Ling felt a little heavy in his heart. He thought of the feeling of being spied on that day.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded: "Keep everyone waiting for a long time."

The guests all looked up, and saw a man walking down the spiral staircase with a cane with a fragrant agarwood dragon head.

The man gave a look, and the waiter beside him hurriedly handed over a cup of Xueshanlong tea, which was brewed according to the time, and now the tea tasted just right.

The man took the white-glazed ice-patterned teacup, took a sip at the crowd, and bowed slightly: "I'm late, I'm sorry for replacing wine with tea."

How dare everyone ask Liang Yuesheng to apologize?

This Mr. Liang was panning for gold in that chaotic era. He became a well-known rich man in Shanghai from a poor young age.Now Jinpen washes his hands and lives in seclusion behind the scenes, it's not too late to hug his thigh.

Hastily raised their wine glasses one by one, bent over and cupped their hands with a smile:

"Master Liang, stop joking, shouldn't you wait for you?"

"It's worth it if you can see Master Liang, so is there any reason for you to make an apology?"

"Master Liang, I dare not say that you will pay for it. We juniors should wait for you."

"Yes, yes, it's not too late, it's not too late, Mr. Liang was joking."

Master Liang drank tea, but what they drank were genuine foreign wines.

Those people formed a circle around Liang Yuesheng, and flattery and pandering words kept coming and going.

He was in the center of the crowd with an elegant face. Although he was over fifty years old, he was full of energy and had a rare bookish look on his body.Wearing a luxurious Chinese-style gown with a stand-up collar, the fabric embroidered with dark patterns wraps the man through the vicissitudes of time, making it more mellow. The wine gets better with age, and the man is no exception.

Everyone's eyes and words showed the man's extraordinary identity,

He is Liang Yuesheng.

Chu Ling thought that Liang Yuesheng would be a little younger, but she didn't expect it to be such an old man who was nearly fifty years old.

He couldn't figure out why Wang Yunfeng and Wei Sisi asked him to approach such an old man at the same time.

It can't be Guan Renyu's stepmother, can it?

Liang Yuesheng also noticed Chu Ling. The moment he stood on the stairs, he saw this slender and beautiful woman.

Under the sparkling crystal lamp, the beauty stood tall and graceful, with slender willow eyebrows and sparkling eyes.She is wearing a powder-based phalaenopsis cheongsam of silk cloud silk, with mother-of-pearl buttons and a half-round collar. The body of the gown fits tightly, outlining a slender figure. As she walks around, the pink cheongsam is white.

Especially that look of lowered eyebrows, it's really similar.

Liang Yuesheng passed through the crowd, stared at Chu Ling closely, and murmured like a bewildered man: "Ling'er..."

Age?

Chu Ling's heart hung high, looking at Liang Yuesheng's obsessed face, her body froze, a little unsure if he just called Ling'er.

But how did Liang Yuesheng know that his name was not Chu Xiaodie, but Chu Ling?

Isn't this a game?

Liang Yuesheng's almost obsessive eyes made Chu Ling's scalp tingle when he spoke, his back was stiff, and one hand was tightly clasped on Lu Weixing's wrist.Because of professional needs, the sharply trimmed nails left red marks on Lu Weixing's wrists.

Lu Weixing didn't break free, but endured silently. He felt Chu Ling's panic, turned his body slightly, and patted Chu Ling's hand lightly.

Chu Ling got some comfort. He looked at Liang Yuesheng with some disbelief, and asked bravely, "What are you calling me?"

This question seemed to pull Liang Yuesheng out of the obsessed scene.

Crisp and sweet, this is a completely different voice, it's just a face, but just a face, Liang Yuesheng can't help it.

The turmoil in his eyes calmed down in an instant, his eyes turned slightly downwards, he stopped looking at the face of the opposite person, restrained his overly fluctuating thoughts just now, and then apologized: "Sorry, I scared you, what is your name?" name?"

Chu Ling replied, "Chu Xiaodie."

Liang Yuesheng patted the faucet on the walking stick, and sighed: "So it's called Xiaodie, it's Xiaodie..."

As he spoke, he looked up at Chu Ling again and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Chu Ling is 23 this year, but it is impossible for Master Liang to ask his age. He lowered his head and said politely: "In a month, he will be eighteen."

Liang Yuesheng murmured: "Eighteen...so young..."

He looked at Lu Weixing again and said, "I don't know who this is?"

Guan Renyu at the side finally found an opportunity, and interjected, "Father, you are often in Dongcheng. This is Meng Weinian, chief of the Nancheng police station, and a frequent visitor to Paramount."

Paramount is the largest ballroom in Dongcheng.

Guan Renyu smiled and continued, "I heard that Ms. Chu is the top brand of Paramount, so she must have a very close relationship with Director Meng."

Lu Weixing glanced sideways at Guan Renyu.

Guan Renyu stared at each other without hesitation, Lu Weixing, I remember the last time you bluffed and won, I want to see what you can do this time, aren't you bluffing my cards?Come on, go on.

Lu Weixing took a sip of the sake in the goblet, gently stroked the top of Chu Ling's hair with one hand, and looked at Liang Yuesheng with a smile on his lips: "Brother Gan, of course we have a lot of friendship."

Then he lowered his head and smiled slightly at Chu Ling: "Do you think so?"

Chu Ling knew what this man was probably up to, seeing the smile in Lu Weixing's eyes, her heart moved, and she unconsciously responded softly.

The smile on Lu Weixing's lips slowly faded, and he couldn't help saying, "Come call me brother."