It was such a well-reasoned reason that Yan Wan didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Follow if you want."
Yan Yian didn't say anything after he found out.
He sighed to Yan Wan, "I hope we can really get some useful information this time."
Yan Wan couldn't help but sigh in agreement: "Yes."
Not to mention Yan's father and mother, Yan Yian himself has already traveled to many places.
The two sat facing each other in the study of the suite. On the table was a tattered brocade bag that was torn in the middle.
They were not professionals and could not tell the age of the brocade bag. It was discovered together with the parchment. Yan Yian suspected that if the parchment had not been scraped to pieces, this might be the thing that contained the parchment.
Yan Wan complained: "Is the old monk so poor? Can't he buy a box to put it in?"
Unlike her grandfather, he packed the boxes one by one in a very clear order, but the fact that he didn't speak human language was really uncomfortable.
Yan Yian tapped the tabletop twice with his fingertips and said hesitantly, "Do you think we were heading in the wrong direction from the beginning?"
"Hmm?" Yan Wan tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Yan Yian said softly, "It was only when I saw the parchment that I suddenly felt something was wrong."
"Is Grandpa such a methodical person?"
Yan Wan was silent.
Although she felt that Yan Yian was suspected of saying bad things about their grandfather behind his back.
but!
Who can resist doubting?
You know, they once speculated that Yan Xianjue always gave everyone that kind of surprise inadvertently because he inherited his grandfather's genes.
"But what is Grandpa's purpose in doing this?"
"Looking at the letter Grandpa left before, he didn't seem to care about our lives."
Yan Wan was not there when Xiaoyaozi died. Yan Yian could only recall Xiaoyaozi's reaction when Yan Xianjue arrived in the village that day. Combined with the information he got from Yan Xianjue's inner voice, Yan Yian directly locked on one person.
"Before Xiaoyaozi died, he mentioned a man to Xianjue. He was a monk who was jealous of Grandpa's talent and, in order to compete with Grandpa, disregarded the unspoken rules of the metaphysical community and was expelled from the temple. Let's consider him Grandpa's enemy."
The corners of Yan Wan's mouth twitched: "Don't calculate it, this is obviously it."
Moreover, it was really awkward to hear such weird and unscientific things coming out of Yan Yian's mouth.
Even if she said it, it seemed more normal than Yan Yian. After all, she likes to watch anime, and everyone can find a reasonable explanation for her childish behavior.
But if this person is replaced by Yan Yian, it would be hard to accept.
Yan Yian was unaware of the conflict in her heart and continued to push forward along this line.
"Now it seems that this person is most likely the master who passed away in the police station."
"As for the grandfather's purpose you mentioned..."
Yan Yian looked thoughtful.
He raised his pen and drew an opposing arrow between the two people.
"Grandpa spent his whole life fighting against fate, and he obeyed it."
"He has been trying to bring everyone's destiny back to its proper track." Yan Yian asserted.
"Even though there has been a lot of butterfly effects since Xianjue was born, he is still working hard on it."
“He never gave up until he died.”
Yan Wan sighed softly, "He didn't do so much just to prove that he was right, did he?"
Yan Yian's expression was equally grim: "Who knows? And what role did Xiaoyaozi play in this?"
He drew another little man besides the two of them: "Before he died, he asked Xianjue to call him grandpa and vomited blood. After vomiting blood, he told Xianjue a four-year time point."
Yan Wan made a bold guess: "Four years is exactly the same as four years of college. If we follow the logic of the novel, the hero and heroine will probably propose at the college graduation ceremony."
In a romance novel, a proposal most likely represents the end.
Yan Wan and Yan Yian looked at each other, and Yan Wan picked up the pen and wrote Lin Shi's name in tacit understanding with Yan Yian.
Yan Wan put down her pen: "If it's him, it's really a bit tricky."
Yan Yian added Lin Lang's name below: "No."
Yan Yian said, "If it weren't for Xianjue's intelligence and the national support Shanshan brought back, the lab's battery would have only been put on the market four years later."
"And in Xianjue's plot, this is a turning point in Lin Lang's career."
Yan Wan smacked her lips: "If that's really the case, then I have to admit that he does have some skills."
Quickly realizing that it was his grandfather's enemy, Yan Wan added, "Of course, he's still a little worse than our grandfather."
Yan Yian glanced at her, but Yan Wan didn't notice. She was thinking seriously, "But after all this, aren't we back to the starting point? We still don't know Grandpa's purpose, and we don't know whether to deal with Lin Shi or Lin Lang."
"And if we follow this logic, then the clues we're following to find Grandpa should also circle back to the starting point. Isn't that Grandpa's sanatorium?"
Yan Wan's voice gradually became lower, and her expression gradually became subtle: "Have we never been to Grandpa's nursing home?"
Yan Yian nodded: "We missed the most important thing."
Yan Wan slapped his forehead in frustration and said, "I should have thought of this earlier."
"I'll find the key as soon as I get home. I sincerely hope my parents have someone there."
Grandpa's sanatorium was built directly in the mountains, a place they wouldn't even consider going on vacation.
Such an existence with no sense of presence but very important was ignored by them.
Is this the darkest place under the lamp?
Yan Yian: "I'm not going to return him to Lin Shi."
Yan Wan quickly realized that he was referring to the little monk who was doing translation work next door.
Yan Wan frowned: "It's best for us not to get involved in things like imprisonment."
"Or should we just leave them abroad? I'll have someone follow them, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Yan Yian shook his head: "He won't be able to play such a big role abroad."
"Lin Shi has been moving too much lately. We need to get Lin Lang moving too, otherwise Lin Shi will be too conspicuous."
Before Mr. Lin dies, nothing can happen to any of the two last people qualified to inherit the Lin family.
Rather than seeing the Lin family being integrated by one person, Yan Yian would rather see the Lin family falling apart.
There was nothing wrong with Yan Yian's idea, but he was still a step too slow.
Obviously, he underestimated the madness of the Lin family and the importance of the little monk to Lin Lang.
After confirming that the monk was missing, Lin Lang could no longer bear the depression he had been feeling for a while.
He took action when he learned that Lin Shi had returned to Qianhai City again.
Yu Bai half-carried and half-dragged the semi-conscious Lin Shi and hid him in the bushes not far from the villa's security booth.
He took off his clothes that were mixed with blood and filth, and told the security guard Yan Xianjue's villa number plate in a natural manner.
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