King Crazy Game

Chapter 140 The Game Begins (1)

The journey from City C back to this city was neither long nor short. Lin Zicheng drove the whole way, and Shen Qingning acted as a fun-loving person, and also molested him. When his hand moved along Lin Zicheng's leg to the top, the evil corners of his mouth almost flipped the roof off the car.

"Good legs, good waist." After Shen Qingning personally examined it, he came up with a sincere answer.

"Hmm?" Lin Zicheng glanced at him meaningfully, "There's still one thing missing."

"I've never used that thing, so I don't know." Shen Qingning turned sideways and glanced up and down at Lin Zicheng with ill intent, but his ambiguous and ambiguous gaze was at the kindergarten level for Lin Zicheng, and he was not affected at all.

"Huh? You haven't touched it either?"

"The feeling of hand is something that you forget after you touch it. Does Master Lin like to measure others with his hands? You have unique interests. Am I the only one who satisfies you the most?"

"Well, so I'm looking forward to the next place that will satisfy me."

After saying that, Lin Zicheng licked his lips frivolously, and his amorous peach blossom eyes seemed to contain thousands of words of tenderness. Shen Qingning's heart stagnated, and he thought to himself, how can someone be so rude and so affectionate?

Shen Qingning felt that Young Master Lin was more shameless when it came to this topic, so he cleverly changed the subject.

"The game of justice has come to an end. I wonder what game will be next?" Shen Qingning leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Who else was involved in the fire?"

Lin Zicheng did not follow his topic, but asked a century-old question: "Before thinking about this question, think about what we are going to eat tonight?"

Shen Qingning opened his eyes and looked at him with a fierce look: "Eat you."

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Perhaps because Lin Zicheng was such a good driver, Shen Qingning fell asleep halfway. After arriving at the parking lot, Lin Zicheng did not wake him up, but took off his coat, covered him, and carefully carried him into the house.

Lin Zicheng settled Shen Qingning down before taking out his cell phone to read the messages on it.

Han Shuyi: "Come out for a drink."

It was a small bar with a unique atmosphere. When Lin Zicheng walked in from the main entrance, the resident singer just happened to sing an English song: "When good old days are passing away, Will you promise your heart remains the same..."

He frowned slightly, and without stopping for long, he walked over slowly according to the room number given by Han Shuyi.

Han Shuyi is the only son of an antique family. He is usually seen wearing a high-end custom-made Hanfu, but today he is wearing a very simple sweater and dark blue jeans. If you don't know his identity, it's hard to associate him with the super rich second generation.

He now looks thinner than when he was on the cruise ship, with more prominent bones and a more weathered look.

"I knew you were coming back, so I contacted you right away." Han Shuyi smiled at Lin Zicheng and gave him the spot in the middle of the sofa. "This is a small bar opened by a trustworthy friend of mine. It's hard for anyone to monitor us here."

After Lin Zicheng sat down, he poured a glass of wine for himself and Han Shuyi respectively: "What do you want from me?"

Han Shuyi met his sharp gaze, stared at each other silently for a moment, and then said with some sadness: "If I hadn't trusted Liang Xijin at the beginning, Xihe would still be around me now. Even though I knew that the little girl liked you in her heart, I still wanted her to be alive. You did what happened to Liang Xijin, right?"

Lin Zicheng picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "What's the point of talking about this now?"

"Yes." Han Shuyi answered firmly, "I want to confirm whether I can give the last thing to you."

Lin Zicheng raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Han Shuyi seemed relieved when he saw this.

He took out a bottle of stomach medicine from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zicheng: "When I was packing up Xihe's belongings, I found this bottle of medicine among the things her mother gave her. If it was just placed in an ordinary place, I wouldn't be curious, but it happened to be placed in a safe that can only be retrieved in person."

Lin Zicheng picked up the bottle of medicine and discovered something unusual in it under the dim light of the box.

"Lin Zicheng, I have to admit that you are very smart. You saw that it was unusual at first glance. I thought it was a problem with the medicine, and I secretly asked someone to do a test. The result confirmed that it was real stomach medicine. Xihe's mother Xia Qing died of stomach cancer, so it's not strange that she kept the stomach medicine, but why did she keep this bottle alone? I wondered if there was someone's fingerprint on the bottle, so I took the bottle for analysis, but I still found nothing."

Han Shuyi said this and gulped down the wine in his glass. "I asked you at that time, what would you do if it was Lin Ziyi in the emergency room? Although your answer at that time was exaggerated, it also showed that you would definitely drag the murderer to hell. I am not as smart and capable as you, and I have been used as a pawn again, but I really like Xihe, so I must do something for her."

"What Xihe could no longer do, I completed for her. I spent the whole day studying this bottle of medicine. Originally, my family made their fortune from medicinal herbs. I was so crazy that I studied the ingredients of the medicine. For a long time, I found nothing. I began to doubt myself. Later, I re-investigated Xihe's mother's life experience and found that she was very sensitive to numbers. Then I realized that the information she left was on the barcode."

Han Shuyi pointed to the barcode on the bottle in Lin Zicheng's hand and said, "I thought it was Morse code at first, so I asked someone to translate it, but found it was wrong. Then I re-examined my thoughts. Xihe has loved singing since he was a child, so I looked it up from that aspect and found that it was indeed the sheet music of a nursery rhyme."

"This song originated from an orphanage. I followed the path to find that orphanage. You will never guess where it is?" Han Shuyi looked at Lin Zicheng with a wry smile in helplessness.

Lin Zicheng raised the corner of his mouth, and said with an affirmative tone: "The Chinese District of B Country B."

Han Shuyi was stunned for a moment and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because someone took the lead in announcing the answer." Lin Zicheng changed the wine glass in his hand and smiled slightly. He did not tell Han Shuyi that in City B, after hearing the words, he kidnapped Liang Xijin and threw her in Zihua District.

Han Shuyi was tactful and did not continue to ask who announced the answer. He took out his mobile phone and tapped it several times in succession: "I asked people to look for the living people in this orphanage for a long time. Maybe even God wanted me to help Xihe, and he really let me find the only survivor."

The mobile phone screen showed a shriveled old man in his seventies or eighties, with his head tilted and his eyelids drooping. If you didn't look closely, he looked like a mummy.

Han Shuyi: "When I found him, he already had Alzheimer's disease, and his memory was retained from when his grandson was still young. I didn't give up. After I stayed at his house for a long time, one day he suddenly sang that nursery rhyme, and I patiently asked him questions about the orphanage over and over again."