Banquet

"He left one thing when he left."

The situation at that time was too critical, no one expected that Chen Yan would quietly hand something to Jiang Chengyan after boarding the plane.

Chen Yan's expression was extremely serious, he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but Gu Xun chased after him in a helicopter, and finally left without saying a word.

Jiang Chengyan took out a glass bottle from his arms and showed it to Gu Yan.

Gu Yan touched the pocket of his clothes, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Jiang Chengyan took out the document from the bottle.

In the eyes of everyone, the document that can lift all the fog and comfort all the wronged souls has finally seen the light of day.

"blank."

Jiang Chengyan and Gu Yan spoke at the same time.

"The rumored Cuarón's Secret Archives was a hoax from start to finish."

"It used this as a bait to catch all those who tried to find out the old case for the last time. Even if they escaped from birth, what they saw was just a roll of blank paper, meaningless waste."

Jiang Chengyan said shyly: "He may have guessed that it was a scam. Under the circumstances of chasing and encircling, he still went to death, and finally got nothing."

"Not necessarily for nothing."

Gu Yan's voice was full of deep-seated coldness, and this coldness was transmitted to his heart. He seemed to be standing in the void, listening to this body talking unconsciously.

"I was attacked by Chen Yan in the water, and that was a defense I thought he had misunderstood."

He laughed at himself: "Now I understand that the target he wants to attack is definitely me."

"That bottle of yours was taken from me by Chen Yan."

"He doesn't believe me."

Those four words were like sharp knives cutting through flesh and blood, exposing the dense white bones to the air, feeling extremely cold and disappointed.

Gu Yan has followed Chen Yan since he was young.

No matter how intense the training was, Gu Yan gritted his teeth and survived.

Gu Yan and Chen Yan share the grief no matter how difficult it is to recover.

In the bloody battle field, there are gaps in the love of robes, confidantes and close friends, such as father and brother, which is unavoidable to make people feel chilling.

The world is so hot and cold, but after all, it can't be worth a sentence that he doesn't believe in me. The initial warmth and trust have since fallen apart and collapsed to the ground.

"It's not that he doesn't believe you."

Jiang Chengyan's eyes were clear.

"He is worried about your reaction and situation when you know the truth."

Gu Yan said tiredly: "What will happen to me? I thought I was the person he could rely on most."

Jiang Chengyan shook his head, and said slowly: "Maybe it's what you think you can rely on, and it's just the last manipulator in the whole situation."

"How could Chen Yan's whereabouts be leaked?"

"Why did that person stay alive when he could have killed us?"

"On the day of the bombing, why did you leave Beijing suddenly, and you were still on business?"

"Gu Yan, are these all coincidences?"

Jiang Chengyan said lightly: "It still means that someone is trying to leave you, keep you, and prevent you from entering the vortex of events."

Gu Yan's expression changed drastically, those few words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

After a long time, he said slowly——

"He is dear to me, and he knows everything about the whereabouts of the army, me, and Chen Yan."

"He can use his power to transfer me out of Beijing, or he can hide such troops to surround and kill me."

His voice was hoarse, and tears slowly fell from his eyes.

He calmed down and confirmed for the last time:

"There is one person."

Beijing, prison.

Since Gu Mingyuan issued the ban, no outsider has ever visited that place.

Finally a second visitor came this evening.

His arrival was even more impressive than Gu Mingyuan's. The warden came out to greet him in person and wanted to send him in himself.

"Go back."

The warden quickly nodded in agreement, and then said courteously, "What you want to talk about must be top-secret. I've removed all the monitoring and monitoring there. Would you like some tea or something?"

"well-done."

The warden showed his face and was pleased with the compliment. After carefully observing this man's expression, he stopped talking and immediately led the others away.

The place was as dark and silent as ever.

The only window was blocked layer by layer by iron railings, which only brought in the slight wind and air from the outside world.

This slight wind blows the chandelier and shakes it here and there. The flickering light is like an invisible fate, ups and downs, and the future is uncertain.

Due to his age and physical strength, the man was walking very slowly on crutches, each step was heavy and slow, as if someone was hitting a wooden door with a hammer.

He finally reached the prison door.

The people inside turned their backs to him and did not turn around for a long time.

"You have worked so hard to achieve it, but it is just to ask to see me."

"In that case, how about I give you this honor."

Jiang Zetao turned around slowly and looked at him.

"After several years, I never thought that the person who came here is really you."

He seemed to sigh, but also seemed to understand.

The man's face was iron-blooded and hard, and his speech was exactly the same ruthless, he said slowly——

"I once killed my own son with my own hands."

"Now I can kill you with my own hands."