"Young Master, I would like to ask where you are from?" Asan asked a strange question that was incomprehensible.

This sentence made Qin Wushuang confused and disoriented.

"Ning Hai." Qin Wushuang frowned.

"No, where are you from?"

"Ninghai!" Qin Wushuang repeated.

"No." Ah San objected.

"Ever since I can remember, my family has been in Ninghai. I grew up in Ninghai and became an adult in Ninghai." Qin Wushuang confirmed.

"Do you have ancestral tablets at home? Have you ever visited the graves of the deceased and burned paper for them? Have you ever met your grandparents or your past lives?"

"Uh!" Qin Wushuang paused and said truthfully, "No."

"Ah San, if you want to say something, just be direct. Don't beat around the bush. You're just saying one thing and doing another."

"Young Master, I have followed the clues and found that there is something fishy about your background."

"You should be from Beijing, not a native of Ninghai." Asan said.

"Your parents' death wasn't caused by a car accident, nor was it caused by someone offending someone in Ninghai who had to kill them."

"It stems from a family dispute."

There are confused fruits on the confused tree, and you and me under the confused tree. Qin Wushuang is in this state.

After being a Ninghai resident for more than 20 years, if one day you are suddenly told that you don’t belong here and there is a family behind you, who wouldn’t be stunned?

"Asan, is the information you received accurate?" Qin Wushuang asked seriously.

“It’s basically impossible to go wrong.”

Ah San continued, "I found the truck driver back then. He said the person who hired him was named Han and was from Beijing. He knows nothing else."

"At that time, the man surnamed Han gave him one million."

Qin Wushuang was very surprised. "Just based on this, you can overturn my claim that I'm not from Ninghai?"

"Of course not. I followed your parents' lead and found out that the young master is indeed from the capital."

"And it's possible that they are from the Qin family in Beijing."

"Your father is the third son of the current head of the Qin family. His real name is Qin Wuhui."

Qin Wushuang was overwhelmed with confusion. The amount of information was overwhelming. "Who is the murderer behind the death of my parents?"

"It's an internal conflict," Ah San said firmly. "As for who did it and why, further investigation is needed."

The more they investigated, the more confused they became, and the deeper the waters became, even to the point of overturning Qin Wushuang's identity.

My head is buzzing.

"The Qin family is not a small family. They are quite famous in the capital. It is very difficult to find something on the Qin family." Asan revealed that it was not easy.

"Ah San, remember this, no matter what method you use, this must be done without any mistakes."

"Yes." Asan straightened his back.

"You check first, and I will confirm it at the end. You have to do it perfectly without any mistakes." Qin Wushuang instructed.

"yes!"

"That's it."

Qin Wushuang hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, and put one hand on his temple, digesting the latest news brought by Asan.

It always feels so unreal.

Do I have a family? Are there any blood relatives in this world besides my parents?

None of these people have ever appeared in my life, not even once.

But what Asan said was quite right, there was nothing related to the elderly in the house.

Everyone has ancestors and ancestral tombs, and they go to worship them during festivals and holidays, but Qin Wushuang has never done that.

Everyone has grandparents, and they are also absent from their lives.

When I was little, I asked my parents why I didn't have any grandparents, as other people had them. Where did they go? Did they die?

I vaguely remember that my parents looked a little embarrassed and tried to change the subject. Now that I think about it, it was indeed suspicious.

Is my father really from the Qin family in Beijing? Then what about my mother? Where is she from?

In short, no matter who killed the parents, he must pay the price, the price of death.

Family? Is there anyone closer than parents in the world?

How can he be considered a relative if he has never met me and has never loved me?

Not as good as a neighbor!

Qin Wushuang's original intention will not change. He must seek revenge, even if it means he is committing treason and is branded as a villain, but he will still seek justice for his parents.

The so-called justice lies in your own heart, not in the mouths of others.

It is enough to feel at peace with yourself and have a clear conscience; the rest is of no use.

Qin Wushuang is a person who does his own thing and doesn't care about other people's opinions. This is closely related to the teachings of his master and cannot be separated from it.

After about half an hour, Qin Wushuang calmed down and walked out.

Before reaching the door, I saw a woman who was not worthy of sympathy. She looked like a drug addict, neither human nor ghost.

"Wushuang, I finally found you." The woman knelt on the ground without saying a word, tears streaming down her face.

"Please save me, please save me."

"Wang Yourong, are you sick?" Qin Wushuang said impatiently.

"Wushuang, can you lend me some money? I have wronged you before. I deserve to die. I am not a human being." Wang Yourong said as he slapped her.

"I'm seriously ill and need money for treatment. I couldn't pay the hospital fees, so I was kicked out of the hospital today."

"Please help me, considering that we once had a relationship."

"I will definitely return it to you when I recover from the disease."

"No." Qin Wushuang spat out two words coldly.

He deliberately poisoned her and then lent her money for her medical treatment. Is he crazy?

This is all her own fault, no one else is to blame.

"Wushuang, I only want to borrow 100,000 yuan, not a cent more."

"I'll give you interest, that's fine." Wang Yourong begged. She was desperate and had no other choice.

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