Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

Out of politeness, Luo Cheng replied with a smile: "Hello."

A cloudy tear flowed from the corner of Elvis' eyes, his dry lips were pursed, and he sighed yearningly: "You really haven't changed at all after all these years."

Luo Cheng said implicitly: "Then I guess you have changed a lot."

Elvis laughed, and a bellows-like sound came out of his throat. Luo Cheng was startled, afraid that he would just pass by, so he quickly leaned over to massage his chest.

After a while, Elvis shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and let Luo Cheng sit on the chair by the bed, his skinny hands gropingly grabbed Luo Cheng's hand on the edge of the bed.

Luo Cheng didn't break free, considering that this was an old man who was not long in the world, he also put his other hand on top, tightly wrapping the old man's cold hand.

"I almost forgot, you don't remember anything now," Elvis took a breath, shook his head with a wry smile, "When you get old, your memory won't work."

Luo Cheng shook his hand: "Then are you going to tell me now?"

Elvis said, "I don't need to tell you, soon, soon you'll know. My last few minutes, Eddie, let me speak from my heart."

Luo Cheng endured it: "...you say it."

Elvis spoke again, but he wasn't talking about himself: "Lady Levis, how do you look?"

What else can I do, I'm just a stupid two hundred and five.

Luo Cheng smirked: "It's pretty good."

Elvis sighed: "It seems that you don't like him, it's a pity, he is the one who looks like me the most among so many children... I originally wanted to let him replace me and continue to be with you... ..."

Luo Cheng heard goosebumps, and quickly said: "Don't worry about this, children also have their own ideas."

Elvis smiled, but frowned in pain, it seemed that the side effects of the medicine were too much for him to bear.

Luo Cheng squeezed his hand hard, the old man took a breath, his expression became blank, and he murmured: "Eddie, have you come to see me...Did you bring the hazelnut cake that mom made? "

Seeing that the old man's mind was getting confused, Luo Cheng quickly pinched his Zhongchong acupoint, and Elvis snorted in pain: "Oh God...Eddie, you are still so cruel..."

"Is there anything else you want to say? Except for 'I miss you' and long stories about old times," Luo Cheng's patience is about to run out, and if he is allowed to babble on with useless nonsense, he probably won't be able to listen to it in the end When I got some useful information, I wanted to grab the old man's shoulder and shake him desperately to wake him up, "It will be too late in a few minutes."

"Young man, I'm really impatient," Elvis complained dissatisfiedly, "Haha, I've been thinking of returning this sentence to you."

Luo Cheng took a deep breath, thinking that you really shouldn't compare with me on the issue of age.

"Just one sentence, just one sentence," Elvis finally stopped circling, and his expression gradually became serious, "Edward, this sentence, whether it was 76 years ago or now, I want to tell you."

The old man's cloudy eyes were full of pity and sorrow, and he said seriously: "You remember, we are not wrong, you are not wrong, believe in yourself, Edward."

After the doctor announced the death of Elvis Rogers, Levis did not preside over the funeral affairs of the old man himself, but took Luo Cheng to a small room next to the ward.

There was already an elegant middle-aged woman waiting in the room. When she saw Luo Cheng, she stood up with a professional smile on her face: "Mr. Lin Zhe, I haven't seen you in a month. It was better last time."

a month?

Luo Cheng quietly slipped through his mind, and lay down on a soft recliner in the room according to the woman's request.

The woman introduced herself as a psychiatrist. She had reconstructed his memory a month ago, and now she is asking to help him recover his memory.

Luo Cheng was not surprised by this development. While closing his eyes, a dark cloud passed over his heart:

Will the Rogris family's so-called restoration of his memory be the whole truth?

With a snap of his fingers, his consciousness suddenly sank into a dark deep sea.

June 1944, 6, St. Albans Middle School, DC, DC.

It was summer vacation time, and the sun was shining on the quiet campus. A black Ford car drove through the tree-lined avenue planted with sycamores and stopped in front of the school auditorium.

The school auditorium is an old castle, with white spires in the ancient Roman style shining in the sun.

The man waiting at the entrance of the auditorium was wiping away his sweat. He couldn't hide his excitement when he saw the car approaching in the distance. He ran down quickly and opened the car door courteously: "Good day, Mr. Rogris Jr.!"

A young man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car. He was in his early twenties, tall and tall, with deep and delicate features. Under short brown hair, he revealed a pair of beautiful sea-blue eyes.

He took out the snow-white scarf and pressed his temples, his demeanor was still dignified, only the slightly twitching muscles on his cheeks revealed his uneasy heart.

The heir of the Rogeris family, the young Elvis Rogeris covered his lips with a square scarf and asked in a low voice, "Is the news true?"

"It's absolutely true!" The diligent man said flatteringly with more greasy sweat on his bald forehead, "You can see for yourself, how dare Romy lie to you!"

After finishing speaking, Romy paused, and then said with a smile: "Sir, what you need to worry about is your check. After all, there are quite a few sirs who are interested in 'it'!"

A trace of almost invisible disgust flashed across Elvis' eyes, and he nodded reservedly: "Okay then, you lead the way."

Romy led him into the gate of the auditorium. The shady and empty building seemed to be empty, except for the bodyguards with vigilant eyes like hawks, who were silently hidden in the shadows.

When he came under the statue of Jesus, Romy turned the cross clockwise around the cross fixed on the offering box. After a dull "creaking" sound, Jesus' face turned 90° to the left, revealing a gap at the bottom of the statue that can only accommodate one person to pass through. The narrow entrance, the stairs all the way to the ground.

Romy took out an opera mask and handed it to Elvis: "Mr. Rogris, please put it on."

After Elvis put on the mask to cover his entire face, Romy stepped down first, followed by him familiarly.

When the stairs reached the bottom, a secret passage made of large stones appeared in front of you. The passage was damp and narrow. Dim yellow candles were lit on the walls on both sides. The neat candle holders were in a gorgeous Rococo style. A dark purple carpet with gold threads.

Elvis' handmade leather shoes stepped on the thick carpet without making a sound.

At the end of the dark passage stood a gorgeous iron door. Romi pulled the ring of the iron door and knocked five times, three short, one long and one short. After a few seconds, the iron door was pulled open from the inside.

The world exposed behind the iron gate is completely different from the outside, with a rich and complex smell of perfume and noisy voices.

Several huge and gorgeous crystal lamps are hung on the tall stone dome, and the dazzling lights render the vast space no less than the auditorium on the ground as bright as day.

The layout inside is similar to that of a theater, with boxes and private seats, and a stage in the middle.At this moment, there was no one on the stage, and the private seats that could accommodate 50 people were almost full. Behind the dark red velvet curtains of more than a dozen boxes, people's heads could be faintly seen flickering.

This is an unknown underground auction house. The auctioned items are not only rare, but also strange. They have never been handed down to the world. They have been auctioned for a sky-high price that can buy a small Eastern European country.

Even if the war is raging outside, the rich people's adventure-seeking life is still undisturbed.

Today, rich and famous people from all over the world gathered here, and most of them came for the last auction item, and the heir of the Rogeris family was no exception.

Romy sent Elvis to the auction house, bowed to him, and showed a secret smile: "I wish you a wonderful experience, little Mr. Rogeris."

Romy returned to the ground and waited for the next guest, while Elvis followed another waiter into his box.

The auction items will be notified in advance by a special person, and no auction brochure will be distributed in the venue.Elvis sat down on the velvet sofa, comfortably crossing one leg, thinking about the last auction item of the day.

Half an hour later, the auction officially started.

Although the first three auction items were also very precious, they were of no significance to most of the collectors present, and were quickly auctioned off until the fourth and last item came out.

All the lights in the venue suddenly disappeared. In the uproar in the darkness, a beam of white light was suddenly cast in the center of the stage, and a huge glass water tank slowly rose from the bottom of the stage.

As if the mute button was pressed suddenly, the entire venue fell into silence in an instant. No one made a sound, and all eyes were focused on the streamlined figure in the transparent water tank.

It was a beautiful girl, but she had a slender and graceful silver-blue fish tail, and the tail fin was like a cloud of hazy smoke, swinging restlessly in the water.

Her skin is as white as fresh snow, her full breasts and slender waist can be seen in the water, her long blue hair covers her beautiful face, her bright silver eyes flicker in panic, looking at the surrounding darkness in fear, Countless stares at their own eyes.

She didn't seem to know how to cover her naked/exposed body to prevent too naked/naked sight from all directions, and her slender arms kept beating the glass of the water tank.

This kind of beauty is too dreamy and false, enough to make people hold their breath and doubt their own eyes.

After the suffocating silence, admiration sounded high and low from different corners of the venue, and the sound gradually became louder until it gradually formed into a boiling sound wave.

The master of ceremonies stood up at the right time in such a warm atmosphere, and his voice reached everyone's ears through the microphone: "This is the last auction item for today - the mermaid from Donghua Xiahai!"

The emcee's deep voice came, and Elvis suddenly recovered from his trance, only to realize that he had been holding his breath for a long time, and the influx of air made him cough in embarrassment, so he had to cover his mouth and nose with a square scarf .

Among the men present, there were not a few who had the same reaction as him or even more exaggerated.

Today's auction looks destined to be highly competitive.

The master of ceremonies announced the start of the auction, and immediately there was a rush of bids.

Elvis was not in a hurry to make a move, he knew that the current price was still too low, and it was not time to really bid.

The atmosphere in the auction house was tense, and someone knocked on the door of Elvis' box suddenly.

He turned back in displeasure: "What's the matter?"

The leading waiter just walked in, bowed and whispered in his ear, "Sir, there is someone outside who wants to see you."

"He calls himself Edward Rogers, and is your brother."