The truth emerges

In the pitch darkness, Wei Shao clutched the photo tightly.

The photo frame had a crack due to the strong grip.

Wei Shao stared at the crack expressionlessly for three seconds, then smashed it hard to the ground.

With a clang, it broke into pieces.

Wei Shao had never felt so stupid in his life as he did at that moment.

I believed a liar's words for a heartless thing...

The terminal flickered in the darkness for a long time. The communication prompt vibrated for the fourth time before Wei Shao answered. The secretary called him several times before he responded in a hoarse voice: "Hello."

"Boss Wei, the top floor office has been renovated as you requested. You and the chairman——"

Wei Shao cut off the communication indifferently.

-

In the evening, Philo returned home and opened the door, only to find that the lights were off.

It's very strange. Today is the weekend and the house shouldn't be so quiet.

He used the terminal to turn on the lights in the living room, and a new gray sofa that was nearly twice as wide as the original one came into view. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

——Wei Shao had previously threatened him to choose a fiery red color.

There was no one in the living room. Fei Luo looked around the study and bedroom, but still didn't see Wei Shao.

He sent a message to Wei Shao: [Are you not at home? 】

Wei Shao only replied with two words: [Come up. 】

Philo frowned slightly and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.

I took the elevator to the second floor. The door was not locked and the lights were on inside.

Wei Shao did not lie lazily on the sofa in his home clothes as usual, but sat upright at the dining table with a few sheets of white paper on the table. He was wearing a low-key and restrained dark black coat, with his eyebrows drooping, as if he could go out at any time.

A sudden sense of uneasiness flashed through Philo's heart.

"Wei——"

"Come and sit down."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Wei Shao.

Philo walked closer and saw the contents of the paper clearly.

——"Divorce Agreement".

Fei Luo suddenly raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembling: "...What do you mean?"

"Theoretically, if we get divorced, the property should be divided equally," Wei Shao said coldly, "but I'm not interested in your stuff, so just sign it."

"The only thing we need to discuss is the company. You are now the largest shareholder of the company, and I am a senior executive," Wei Shao continued, "Do you want the company or the money?"

From the moment he entered the house until now, Philo had not understood why everything had turned out like this. He looked at Wei Shao blankly. After hearing Wei Shao clearly divide their relationship into interests, he asked hurriedly and incredulously: "Why do we want to divorce?"

He pulled the divorce agreement over and held it in his hand, as if this would stop Wei Shao: "I don't want anything. I don't want a divorce."

Because of the divorce, I won't be able to see this face anymore, right? Wei Shao thought with a twitch of his lips.

He finally looked up at Philo and said, "Is it fun?"

Philo asked blankly: "What?"

"You figured it out the first time we met, right? So you took me home and asked me to marry you, and watched me get fooled by you," Wei Shao looked at him calmly and asked, "Filo, is it fun?"

Philo looked into his eyes, something flashed through his mind, and he suddenly opened the terminal and called up the door lock system.

Two errors were recorded.

...The third entry was correct.

The last bit of blood left Philo's lips: "...Did you open the door to the storage room?"

When Wei Shao saw the panic and fear in his eyes, he realized that he was still expecting an explanation.

That's really despicable.

He finally laughed out loud, and said softly in a voice that was almost hateful: "Yeah, I'm sorry, I saw your secret."

Seeing that Philo was in despair, he walked up to him, patted Philo's face with his file bag, and asked sarcastically: "Do you want to share with me, who fucked you better, me or him?"

Philo did not answer, nor could he answer.

He was shrouded in great fear. He didn't know whether Wei Shao had seen those things... That room recorded his ugliest, most unbearable and most disgusting side. He was like a dying animal in the desert. As long as it could quench his thirst, he was willing to lick anything, whether it was poison or blood... He knew that he was abnormal.

Wei Shao added: "Philo, you make me feel sick."

The agreement in Philo's hand was in a shattered state, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Wei Shao looked at him coldly, took out a new one from a folder beside him and slapped it on the table: "If it's not enough, I still have a dozen copies, but I warn you, my patience is limited. If you don't sign within three days, we'll see you in court."

Philo could hardly think anymore. He could only see Wei Shao's moving legs and receding figure. His neck seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he even had difficulty breathing.

He seemed to have turned into a dismembered monster, with each piece of his body staggering towards the figure.

Then he grasped Wei Shao's fingertips.

He was shaking all over, and a broken voice escaped from his throat.

"elder brother……"

"Please..."

Wei Shao's movement of shaking off suddenly stopped, and the surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet. He slowly turned around, lowered his head, and then stared at Philo in doubt and surprise.

Philo's face was pale, and insect patterns on the side of his neck had begun to appear at some point, extending upwards like vines, making him look like a flower that was about to wither and rot.

...He called Wei Shao "Brother" in stiff, awkward and clumsy Chinese.

Wei Shao's expression became blank and confused for a moment, then he frowned deeply and squatted in front of Fei Luo: "What did you call me just now?"

The moment he squatted down, his waist was tightly embraced, and Philo was completely buried in his arms, and he couldn't pry himself free.

Wei Shao unconsciously placed his hand on Fei Luo's trembling arm and whispered, "...speak."

Could it be that my first love also came through here?

This thought flashed through Wei Shao's mind for a moment, and his expression turned extremely ugly. His soothing gesture turned into a rejection: "If you don't want to tell me, let go."

Philo clutched his clothes tightly, muttering only "let me explain" and "it's not like that".

Now the speech returned to normal. Wei Shao thought silently, suspecting that he had misheard just now.

He said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Philo opened his lips, uttered an unpleasant and hoarse sound, then suddenly closed his mouth. Wei Shao saw that his worm pattern had extended to the position of the solar plexus.

Perhaps it was the emotional excitement that triggered the early onset of the violent phase.

Fei Luo seemed to be aware of something and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. Wei Shao didn't understand why he was always unwilling to let himself see his insect patterns and insect claws. In the past, he would always pull away the other's covering hands and kiss them, but at this moment he just looked at him coldly and reminded: "There are inhibitors in your storage room."

Fei Luo's lips trembled slightly, he nodded, stood up and walked towards the storage room, but he refused to let go of Wei Shao's sleeve, as if he was afraid that the person would run away.

Wei Shao was in a stalemate with him for two seconds, but finally followed him impatiently.

The storage room was no different from when Wei Shao left, except for the broken pieces of picture frames on the floor, which indicated the rage it had witnessed.

Philo's first glance did not fall on the photo frame, but on the two metal cabinet doors at the back. When he saw the intact locks, he breathed a sigh of relief with an imperceptible degree of relief.

He glanced at Wei Shao, who was leaning against the door frame with an expressionless face, then staggered into the room, opened the glass cabinet door, took out the inhibitor from it, flicked off the ampoule bottle head, and prepared to inject.

The moment the needle touched his arm, the syringe was snatched away by a hand that came across. He looked up and saw Wei Shao said coldly: "I don't have time to waste with you."

Inhibitors are slow to take effect.

…

Wei Shao took off his coat and threw it to Philo, who was tidying up his clothes: "Can we talk properly now?"

Philo nodded, stood up silently, pulled Wei Shao to the fourth cabinet door, and opened it in front of him.

There are more than twenty watches in this cabinet, some of which are still working, while the hands of some of them have stopped moving. The most conspicuous ones are the pieces in the middle, which are stained with old blood stains that have dried and turned black.

Wei Shao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

He suspected that he had become confused by anger. His first reaction when he saw these things was not anger, but an indescribable sourness in his heart.

He suppressed his discomfort and stared at Fei Luo, his tone dangerous: "You just want me to see the token of love between you and him?"

"..." Philo looked at him silently for a few seconds, took out one of them and handed it to him, "Take a look."

The Zerg have terminals, and ordinary Zerg have no need for watches, which are almost purely decorative. Most of them are owned by nobles... Wei Shao thought as he took the watch and took a look, then suddenly froze -

wrong.

This logo is simply not something that can appear on the Zerg.

This is something produced by that world.

…even the brands he used to wear.

The strands of clues in Wei Shao's mind were strung together in the chaos, forming an incredible and illogical result.