The entrance to the research institute.
Early in the morning, the police officer on duty at the gate called the institute's office.
"Someone is outside looking for Professor Shen."
"He said he was a relative."
"A young guy who refused to leave. He looked a bit like Professor Shen."
There are also students led by Shen Zhishu in the office. They have been working non-stop these days. For the sake of scientific research results, the whole team has to work very hard and they are really exhausted.
I finally finished a study.
There was a new direction immediately.
Those of them who are younger and in better physical and mental condition need to rest for a few days.
Professor Shen doesn't need to rest at all. He comes to work early and comes back late every day, without fail. It seems that there is nothing else in his life, and you can't see any sign of fatigue on his face.
The student immediately went to the laboratory and conveyed what the police officer said.
Shen Zhishu said calmly, "I understand."
Although he said this, he did not take a single step forward.
It seems that he has no intention of going out and has no intention of showing up.
The student knew very well that Professor Shen only seemed easy to get along with on the surface, and his temper was not that good, so he did not dare to say much. After conveying his message, he immediately left the laboratory.
Before leaving, he said with concern: "Teacher, please take care of your health."
Shen Zhishu was concentrating on calculating the data in his hand. He hummed in a perfunctory and cold manner.
There were several more calls from the police, but Shen Zhishu still didn't care. After finishing his work in the laboratory, he asked indifferently, "Is there anyone waiting for me at the door?"
The police officer replied, “Yes.”
It was windy and snowy outside, and the young man seemed to be still coughing. Looking at the tall and thin man, he didn't seem to be in good health.
They were afraid that he might get frostbite.
At that time, he took the initiative to invite people into the eaves next to the guardhouse.
This person just waited obediently, without urging or asking any questions.
It seemed like he was looking for someone, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Shen had been waiting for the whole morning. He didn't really care whether his father would come out to see this "stranger" of his. He just stared at the heavy snow outside.
Suddenly she remembered that a long time ago, she had given him a small snowman on a whim.
It's only the size of the palm of your hand.
A not-so-cute little snowman made from two small snowballs.
When Shen was angry, someone beside him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Professor Shen is here. If you have anything to say, please tell me now."
The young man came back to his senses lazily. He turned around and looked at the man standing not far away with his dark and calm eyes. The man's expression was not much better than the ice and snow.
His indifference was revealed on the surface.
Instead of pretending to be casual and relaxed like before.
This is the real him.
It is a cold, sharp iceberg.
Shen Zhishu recognized him at a glance. He had caught a brief glimpse of him once before, also at the entrance of the research institute. The other person was standing opposite him and they just glanced at each other quickly.
The strange thing is that this happened so long ago.
Shen Zhishu never cared about people who had no use to him, but he remembered this stranger in front of him.
I remember it at a glance.
Shen Zhishu doesn't like wasting time: "You know me."
Then he continued: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly."
Shen Zai looked at him quietly, more like a scrutinizer.
It would be a lie to say that he hasn't changed at all in these few months.
He became even more gloomy. Others could not see this gloominess, but Shen Zai could see it more clearly than others.
Shen Zai knew his father too well.
He can endure for many years without showing any emotion.
He doesn't give up so easily.
He was so stubborn that he was a bit neurotic. Of course, Shen Zai had to admit that he was also such a person.
His brain is not quite normal, but it doesn’t matter. Even if he is really a psychopath, he just needs to pretend to be a normal person in front of his mother.
"There's nothing to say."
Shen Zai smiled and took a few steps forward, almost reaching Shen Zhishu.
The faces are similar, only the smiling eyes are different.
He inherited his blood, his bad genes, his sick nerves.
But he failed to inherit what he wanted most.
Shen Zhishu stared at his face. The more he looked, the tighter his brows furrowed. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed to me.
When he was about to remember who he looked like, a sharp pain in his heart brought him back to his senses. Shen Zhishu's face was pale. He lowered his head and looked at the blade that was deeply pierced into his heart.
The blood soaked his black coat, and this area looked only a little darker.
The tip of the knife even rotated twice in his wound, and the flesh and blood were turned over, causing a sharp pain.
But Shen Zhishu's face only looked a little paler, and he seemed to feel no pain, even though he was in so much pain that his head was dizzy and his limbs were numb.
He was still able to calmly say what he was going to say: "You look a lot like me."
Shen Zai watched him coldly as he slowly fell down. The police officer noticed something was wrong at the first moment and came up to control Shen Zai. Another person quickly supported Shen Zhishu who was about to fall down.
The calmness on Shen's face was exactly the same as his.
His face was even stained with blood that had splashed out of his body.
The pale and beautiful face was stained with blood.
It looks strangely cold and beautiful.
"What! What are you doing!?"
The police officers did not expect that this seemingly well-educated and polite child would do something like murder and robbery in public.
Shen Zai smiled and looked at his father.
He said, "You can't live, or you'll hurt her sooner or later."
He smiled beautifully, his eyebrows were slightly thick, and his pupils were dark. "I won't let you have the chance to hurt her again."
So, he had to kill his father first.
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