Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

When the lights came on, the Maybach drove through a quiet alley and stopped in front of an antique courtyard house.

In this metropolis where every inch of land is very expensive, there are dozens of high-rise skyscrapers everywhere in the urban area. It is very rare to have such a low-rise building with a single courtyard and a large area.

The gate of the house opened quickly, and Qiu Cong led Qiu Luo in. Those strong men in black suits followed behind them unhurriedly. Everyone was well-trained, and even the footsteps were uniform.

The interior decoration is a typical Chinese garden landscape, which combines the convenience of modern technology, low-key and luxurious.

It's not that Qiu Luo has never seen such a private mansion, but it's unbelievable to think that the owner of this place is just a down-and-out uncle who runs an old boxing gym and has a bare house.

Passing through the front yard and the atrium, a servant opened the door of the lobby. Qiu Luo took a closer look and opened his mouth in surprise. It turned out to be a mourning hall.

On the opposite wall is a portrait of a young lady, with incense burners and tributes on the table. The wreaths on both sides are arranged in an arc, and various white flowers are placed underneath.

Those black suits did not follow in, but stayed outside the door and waited.

The servant closed the door again, and soon only Qiu Luo and Qiu Cong were left in the mourning hall.

Qiu Cong slowly came to the altar, sat cross-legged on the round cushion, pointed to another soft cushion beside him, and signaled Qiu Luo to come over.

Qiu Luo secretly sighed, quietly burned a stick of incense for Qiu Cong's deceased wife, and then sat down beside him.

Only then did he realize that there were three rosewood urns on the altar.One of them is the wife, and the other two are empty.

"When did you find out?"

Qiu Luo had a lot of guesses about this, and kept thinking about where he had a flaw, but Qiu Cong said, "I discovered it from the very beginning."

"Ah?" Qiu Luo touched her nose in embarrassment, did she reveal her secrets so quickly?

The indoor light is soft, covering Qiu Cong's hard face with a layer of warm yellow. His brows are sharp, with a hint of regret, and in a calm tone, he uncovered the scar that he never talked about: "My wife died a year ago. She died of a terminal illness, and not long afterward, it was discovered that Xiao Luo had also inherited her disease."

"When the clues were discovered, it was already in the late stage. With the current medical level, it is impossible to save it. It can only be delayed for a day."

"That night he had another attack and was sent to the emergency room. The doctor had hinted that he was going to prepare for the funeral. Although I still had a glimmer of hope, I knew in my heart that his life had come to an end."

"However, in the end the doctor actually told me that a miracle happened and you recovered without medicine."

Qiu Cong laughed mockingly at himself: "At that time, I wished that there were really miracles in the world."

Qiu Luo felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know where to start.

Qiu Cong said to himself: "The three of us have lived together for so many years. I know everything about Xiao Luo. You are really different from him. Our family is not rich. His personality is introverted and inferior. He never came to the boxing gym to practice boxing with me, he has always dreamed of entering this noble school, but his grades are far from yours, let alone admitted to special admissions."

Qiu Luo scratched her head in embarrassment: "In that case, why didn't you expose me immediately? You have been so kind to me these past few months?"

Qiu Cong finally took a look at him, and sighed: "At the beginning, I really didn't want to believe it, even if I was deceiving myself and others. Only by telling myself that you are my son and that Xiao Luo is still alive can I have the courage to face it. Morning sun."

"After my wife left me, I really couldn't face the fact that Xiao Luo was not there. Compared to you, I was more afraid of revealing the truth, because I was afraid that I would not find the meaning of persevering..."

Qiu Luo suddenly thought of the gun she saw in the drawer, and the two empty urns on the altar table, she was startled, don't be overwhelmed!

He couldn't help but grabbed Qiu Cong's arm, and blurted out: "Dad! Why is it meaningless? There are still many things to look forward to in life. Well, there is also a boxing gym. There are so many guests, and they even rushed at the members' seats." !"

When he said this, Qiu Luo almost wanted to bite his tongue off. He stopped talking, racked his brains, and thought of other comforting words: "Why are you alone? Isn't there me? Anyway, I used to be alone at home. People, my mother passed away, and my father is away all the year round..."

Thinking of the rich but lonely life in Qiu's family, Qiu Luo's mood also sank down. The counterfeit would still occupy his body, and he didn't know if he would ever go back again.

"Actually, I have been taken care of by you for such a long time. I have already regarded you as a close elder. If you don't dislike it, I can always accompany you in the future!"

When Qiu Cong heard the subconscious call, his eyes gradually warmed up. He lightly pressed Qiu Luo's head and touched it: "Thank you, if there is any similarity between the two of you, it is that you are very cute. Good, very kind."

Qiu Luo still wanted to say something more, but Qiu Cong shook his head lightly: "Don't worry, I won't do that kind of worthless thing. This is because you encouraged me."

Qiu Luo looked at him in surprise.

Qiu Cong took out a sealed document and handed it to him: "During my absence, one is to deal with some of my personal affairs, and the other is to investigate matters about you and your family."

Qiu Luo opened the document, which contained various information about Qiu's family, the richest man in Jiangnan, including his own age, school appearance, habits, hobbies, grades, and abnormal behaviors over the past few months. The same hospital on the night of the incident, There was even the butler and his paralyzed son who died suddenly and buried him.

Qiu Luo flipped through this document in shock, and the investigation content on it was more detailed than his memory: "This...how did you think of investigating Qiu's family? What is your identity?"

Qiu Cong said indifferently: "Most of my family business is in Southeast Asia, and a small part is in China. Both black and white are deeply rooted and leafy. But many years ago, I didn't like the family business and the life of fighting and killing."

"For the freedom of marriage and career, I married Xiao Luo's mother and lived a peaceful life. I gave up my family identity and surname, and no longer assumed responsibilities and obligations. With a new look, I lived an ordinary life."

"Some time ago, something happened to the family. They knew about my recent situation, so they sent someone to contact me, hoping that I could return. The people you saw at home that day were sent to lobby me. Actually, I don't My surname is Qiu, and my surname is Di."

The amount of information in this passage is a bit large, and it took Qiu Luo a long time to digest it before he vaguely understood that the energy of the family behind him was not under the Qiu family, no wonder he got so much information.

Di Cong paused, seeing his puzzled expression, explained again:

"That day I found out that someone was following you secretly. I investigated the boxing gym and found out about the Qiu family. So I followed the clues and found many suspicious points. The more I checked, the more I found out that you are very similar to the young master of the Qiu family. .”

"On the night when Xiao Luo was critically ill and entered the operating room, the young master of the Qiu family and the butler were both there. The most suspicious thing was that the butler's paralyzed son of the same age died unexpectedly on the same day, and the butler didn't even prepare for the funeral. A hasty burial is definitely not something a father who loves his children would do. And this man."

He pulled out a photo from the file, which showed a Taoist priest in Taoist robes, with a mischievous face, short and small.

"This Taoist priest is known as the "Immortal Ghost" in Jianghu, and he is well-known in the Taoist sect. He used to have close contacts with the housekeeper of the Qiu family. It was also that night that they suddenly lost contact. , After drinking, he once boasted to others, saying that he is proficient in the art of seizing houses, and even successfully changed the body of a rich man."

Qiu Luo's frown became tighter and tighter. If Di Cong was behind the scenes to help investigate so much, how could he, a high school student with no power and no money, know so many secrets.

Di Cong stared at him: "Now can you tell me who you are and what's going on?"

Qiu Luo sighed, there was nothing to hide until now, so he mustered up the courage to tell the whole story of what he knew.

"...Anyway," Qiu Luo said dryly, licking her dry lips, "I didn't mean to occupy your son's body, I will find a way to return your son's body to you as soon as possible. I'm sorry, I'm causing you trouble."

Di Cong didn't speak for a long time, staring at his wife's portrait on the wall, and sighed in a daze: "Xiao Luo won't come back after all, will he?"

Qiu Luo looked melancholy at his downcast side face, and didn't know how to comfort her. Once she left, this body would die completely.

Perhaps Di Cong also thought of this, so one of the three rosewood urns was for his son.

"Forget it, the matter has come to this point, what's the use of apologizing? There is no cure for Xiao Luo's illness. The time you were here was after all a wishful dream of mine. Now it's time to wake up."

Di Cong stood up and patted Qiu Luo on the shoulder: "What's your plan next? What happened to you is too bizarre. If I didn't take it seriously, I wouldn't believe it, let alone others. As for the whereabouts of the demon undead ghost, my people are still investigating, and there is no definite information for the time being."

Qiu Luo thought for a while, then took out the graduation ceremony schedule, and said: "The graduation ceremony of the third grade is coming soon, my father will definitely come back to participate that day, and I will find a way to expose the impostor occupying my body in public, but I may need your help."

Di Cong smiled gently: "Have you forgotten, I told you a long time ago, don't be afraid if you encounter any trouble, I will help you with my father."

Qiu Luo's lips moved, looked at him moved, and silently called "Dad".

Di Cong took out a framed photo of his son, put it on the altar, brushed his fingertips over the shy smile of the person in the photo, and said lightly, "It's about time, let Xiao Luo die as soon as possible."

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In the blink of an eye, it was the graduation ceremony of the third grade of high school. Since many people in this noble school did not take the domestic college entrance examination, the family had already arranged for future study abroad and further study, so the ceremony was arranged before the college entrance examination.

In the past few days, Qiu Luo has been rehearsing every link in his mind. There is only one chance, but if there is a problem in the middle, the housekeeper will be aware of the clues in advance, and he will definitely beat him up in front of his father.

The housekeeper and his son have been preparing for so many years to replace the impostor, so they must have thought out their rhetoric and various countermeasures, so that the father who is not at home all the year round will not see the flaw.

And the fact that they are still alive is their only flaw.

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On the day of the ceremony, Qiu Luo woke up early, and when she arrived at the school, most of the teachers and students hadn't come yet.

As a volunteer, Qiu Luo has a lot to do today. He needs to participate in arranging the venue for the ceremony, placing guest seat cards, debugging large-screen projection equipment, and so on.

At the ceremony, every graduate has to go on stage and give a graduation speech in front of everyone. The manuscript is prepared in advance.

In the meeting place, Qiu Luo stood upright, tied the last ribbon on the wall, and silently glanced back at a certain position below the stage. The seat card for that position was specially placed by him, and the familiar name written on it was exactly It was his long-lost father, Qiu Mingyu.

Qiu Luo took a deep breath, and it won't be long before he can see the other party.

Time passed by every minute, and less than 10 minutes before the official opening of the ceremony, students and parents have already started to enter the venue.

Qiu Luo stretched her neck and kept searching for her father's figure in the dense crowd.

Suddenly, he took a closer look and saw a slender figure at the door. He was dressed in a dark blue formal suit with a handsome face and a handsome man. It wasn't Qiu Mingyu!

Qiu Luo raised her eyebrows, but her excitement was not yet revealed, and she saw another unappetizing guy standing beside her father, whispering something to him in a soft voice—the housekeeper!

Walking behind the two of them were a few bodyguards with unfamiliar faces, who must be the butler's people.

Qiu Luo sneered in her heart, the truth can't be fake, the fake can't be true, no matter how many lies you tell, there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed.

At this time, the host's eloquent speech sounded on the main stage of the venue, and the ceremony finally officially began.

Under the stage, Qiu Mingyu took his seat according to the seat card, which happened to be next to the aisle in the middle.The butler bent over and stood beside him respectfully.

With an electronic signature pen in his hand, Qiu Mingyu kept scrolling the latest documents and materials on the phone screen, and asked without looking up: "I haven't seen Xiao Luoli for a long time. Last time in the video, I looked at him a little haggard. Have you worked too hard recently and haven't had a good rest?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "Sir, please don't worry, the young master just got sick a while ago, so his complexion looks a little bad. I have already asked a dedicated nutritionist to prepare meals for him, as well as a health coach. He will fully recover soon."

Qiu Mingyu frowned, looked away from the phone, and fell on the wrinkled face of the housekeeper: "Didn't you say it's just a common cold and a fever? It hasn't recovered for so long, how do you take care of him?"

The housekeeper bent his waist even lower: "I'm sorry, I always advise the young master not to study too late, but the young master always refuses to listen to advice in order to get better grades."

When mentioning his son's studies, Qiuming Yu's eyebrows stretched out. Xiao Luo never let him worry about this aspect since he was a child. The family's certificates and various competition awards are piled up in the study.

Qiu Mingyu sighed and said, "It's still necessary to make him pay attention to his body. Dad is already very satisfied with him, so don't work too hard."

The butler nodded: "I will tell him."

Qiu Mingyu's secretary reminded in a low voice: "Sir, the ticket back to New York has been booked, and there are still four hours."

The housekeeper always knew how workaholic the head of the house was, so he pretended to be surprised and asked, "Mr. is leaving so soon? At least have lunch with the young master? The young master misses you very much."

Qiu Mingyu looked down at his watch, frowned and said, "I've already postponed a meeting this time, so I'm afraid I won't be in time for lunch."

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the stage: "Where is Xiao Luo? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

The housekeeper looked at the ranking list: "The next one is the young master."

Qiu Mingyu nodded and said, "By the way, what was Xiao Luo's graduation speech about? How did he prepare?"

The butler smiled and said: "The topic of the young master's speech is his future plan. The young master has always hoped to join the group as soon as possible to share your worries and labor, so that you don't have to work so hard every day."

Qiu Mingyu was a little surprised: "Really? I thought he was impatient."

The butler's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to say something more, when he heard a burst of applause from the audience, and the next one had already entered the stage.

Qiu Mingyu lifted his spirits, raised his eyebrows and looked towards the stage.

I saw "Qiu Luo", dressed in a neat school uniform, slowly walked to the side of the stage and stood still on the podium.

Qiu Mingyu hadn't seen his son in person for more than half a year. He folded his hands together and sat on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, with a smile on his face.

For some reason, he always felt that his son's pace seemed to be too slow. Could it be because he had been ill and hadn't recovered yet?

At this moment, Jia Erzi on the stage was extremely nervous. He knew that Qiu Mingyu was sitting under the stage, this man who could decide the future and fate of himself and his father.

Whether he can completely hide it from him, completely replace the real Qiu Luo, successfully enter the group company, and become the real heir of the Qiu family, success or failure depends on today!

Jarzi let out a breath, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion. Ever since he entered the auditorium, he always felt that something was wrong with his body, as if he was weak all over, and his spirit was also extremely listless.

Jiaerzi suppressed his inner anxiety, started his speech, cleared his throat, and was about to speak suddenly, the huge projection screen behind him flickered, the whole picture changed, and the title of the speech became "Those Years, Mother Fairy Tales I've Told".

The content of the speech below is impressively about the memory of his mother telling him fairy tales in order to lull him to sleep.

The first story is about a monster with evil intentions, disguised as a man, sneaked into the king's castle, dressed as a prince, trying to trick the king into passing the throne to himself.

What didn't match it was that Jarzi, who didn't realize it, was still reading his speech, and the discussions in the audience were disturbing, making Jarzi confused. So, could it be that his speech was not good? ?Why are everyone in the audience laughing?

In the audience, Qiu Mingyu frowned when he saw the content on the projection screen.

The content of this fairy tale is very simple. What really puzzled Qiu Mingyu was that the story was not told by his mother at all!

Because his wife died early, when he was a child, Qiu Luo clamored for his mother to tell bedtime stories before he would go to bed. Come down, among them there is the story of pretending to be a prince.

Qiu Luo has such a good memory, how could she call her father her mother?

Qiu Mingyu looked at the butler suspiciously: "What's going on? Didn't Xiao Luo's speech be his future plan?"

When the housekeeper saw the fairy tale played on the big screen, his face became extremely ugly: "There must be something wrong with the console, I'll go check it out."

The butler gestured to the bodyguards behind him with his eyes, and hurriedly walked towards the control room with a sullen face.

Although he didn't know what happened, there must be someone behind it. He had to deal with this matter immediately before the Patriarch could react!

In the control room, Qiu Luo was very nervous. After he quickly replaced the counterfeit electronic speech, he left the control room immediately. As soon as he left, the housekeeper hurriedly brought people over.

After Qiu Luo confirmed that he had lured the butler away from his father, he hurried all the way from the backstage, then picked up the tea he had prepared in advance, and walked straight from the central aisle to where Qiu Mingyu was.

Resisting the excitement in his heart, he looked up at his father, and handed him a note in his hand that had been written in advance along with the tea.

He restrained his trembling voice, lowered his voice and couldn't help calling out: "Dad! I am Qiu Luo! Have you forgotten the fairy tale you told me!"

Qiu Mingyu was shocked, and looked at him in surprise, almost thinking that he had heard wrong.

At the same time, the housekeeper had rushed back with his bodyguards. He found Qiu Luo, and he was so angry that his old skin was trembling: "Quick, that kid is a liar! He has a grudge against the young master, catch him quickly!" !"

Qiu Luo gritted her teeth, gave the butler a hard look, stuffed the note into Qiu Mingyu's hand, turned her head and ran out.

There was a storm in the butler's heart. He had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't count the real Qiu Luo, and he didn't die!

In the flash of his mind, he had already thought of several sets of excuses. No matter what Qiu Luo said to the Patriarch just now, he would kill him. Indiscriminately trying to blackmail benefits, you can't believe a word you say!

While ordering the bodyguards to chase him, the housekeeper secretly made up his mind that as long as the real Qiu Luo is here to "shut up" forever, this matter will come to an end.

Unexpectedly, just as he and a few bodyguards ran out of the auditorium after chasing Qiu Luo, they bumped into a few strong men in black suits.

The housekeeper was inexplicably terrified, anxious and angry, where did these people come from, and why did they help Qiu Luo?

"Where are you coming from! Get out of the way! Do you know who I am? You can't afford it!"

"Oh? Who do you think can't be provoked?" A deep and powerful voice sounded behind the butler.

The butler suddenly turned his head, stretched out a hand, and grabbed his neck violently!

The butler's face turned red, and he saw that the man opposite him was extremely tall, the muscles in his chest bulged his jacket, his arms were like iron hoops, and he couldn't break free at all.

And the young man suspected to be Qiu Luo was standing quietly beside him, staring at the butler with dark eyes.

"Stop me all!"

Just when the two sides were at war, there was a sudden shout from the corridor.

Qiu Mingyu strode out of the auditorium, holding a piece of paper full of handwriting tightly in his hand. Behind him, the secretary lifted "Qiu Luo" by the collar and restrained him calmly.

The bodyguards led by the butler stopped and looked at each other. This situation was really weird, and they didn't know who to listen to.

Qiu Mingyu ignored the pale-faced housekeeper and Jarzi, and fixed his eyes on Qiu Luo who was beside Di Cong. His voice was hoarse, and his face was full of shock: "What is said above is true? Who are you?"

Qiu Luo was trembling with excitement, couldn't hold it anymore, and called out to him: "Dad! I am Qiu Luo, the Qiu Luo you kept in your palm since childhood! My mother asked you to take good care of me before she died, don't always Just worry about work, have you forgotten!"

Where were you when you lost all your identities overnight and were trembling and panicking every day?

Where were you when you were bullied by your classmates and you were alone?

Where were you when you celebrated your birthday alone in a dilapidated house?

The more Qiu Luo thought about it, the more wronged she became, her heart was full of sadness, the tip of her nose wrinkled, and she raised her hand to rub her red eye sockets: "How long has it been since you came back to look at me, who do you think I am!"

Qiu Mingyu opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and murmured in a low voice: "Xiao Luo..."

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