Chapter 602 What is a brother? A brother is...
The old man in black looked at Song Kuangyi's clear and open eyes, which seemed to contain no trace of impurities. He was silent for a moment and finally did not continue the topic.
He knew the temperament of this student. Although he seemed gentle, he was actually very opinionated.
He said no more, took three steps forward, shortened the distance between him and the desk, and said in a low voice, "Sir, Master Yan... just called the mansion again."
Song Kuangyi's smile deepened a little: "Kuang Yan? He has always loved to stick to his mother since he was a child. He always likes to tell his mother first if there is anything. I guess this time, he called his mother directly, right?"
The old man in black nodded.
Song Kuangyi picked up the warm teacup on the desk and took a sip: "What did you say on the phone?"
The old man in black took a deep breath, but his expression became extremely solemn.
He did not answer immediately, but took three steps forward again, almost reaching the edge of the desk, leaning forward slightly, his lips almost touching Song Kuangyi's earlobe.
In the study, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The sound of bamboo leaves swaying outside the window and the sound of koi carp swaying their tails in the pond seemed to be infinitely far away.
The communications of the "Sky Crown" are absolutely secure and cannot be monitored.
Not only that, the other end of the call with the "Sky Crown" will also be pulled into an encrypted channel, making it difficult to monitor.
In other words, the old man in black was not monitoring the special envoy's communication equipment, but the special envoy's... entire villa.
Long before the special envoy was "exiled" to the lower city and had not yet moved into the villa, the old man in black had already tampered with the villa.
With very small efforts, a bug was built into the ceiling and wall of the villa.
Military-grade eavesdropping devices can hear through walls. One device can pick up sounds from the entire house. There is almost no electronic fluctuation when in standby mode, and it is difficult to detect through walls.
Only when it captures specific sensitive words will it wake up briefly, start eavesdropping and sending messages, release almost imperceptible electromagnetic fluctuations, and then fall asleep again.
However, today's conversation between the special envoy and Song Cao triggered more than one key word.
——[Big Brother], [Crown of the Sky], [Evil Sacrifice], [Going Home]...
Song Kuangyi listened quietly, the gentleness on his face never changed from beginning to end.
After the old man in black finished speaking, he took a step back and kept a little distance. His gaunt face was covered with frost, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "Sir, this matter is of no small importance.
We must not let Master Yan come back with this "merit". We must find a way to get the parchment scroll that records the [evil sacrifice ceremony], or else something unexpected will happen!"
Song Kuangyi pressed his hand to signal the other party to calm down, and sighed, "Teacher, Kuang Yan is my biological brother. We are blood relatives and have a deep brotherly love. As his elder brother, how can I stop him from going home?"
“Young Master!!”
The black-robed old man's voice suddenly rose a little, and he said sternly, "Because he is your biological brother, and because of this blood connection, the person you should be most wary of is him!"
He gritted his teeth and sneered:
"If he behaves himself and stays in the lower city, he will always be your good brother. But he only wants to go home, so he is your biggest hidden danger. He may even cause more harm to you than the eldest branch of the family."
"After all, you may not want to compete with the eldest son of the first house and may not want to be the young master of the Song family, but you cannot give up the position of the eldest son of the third house to your younger brother."
Song Kuangyi was silent.
The old man in black clothes continued:
"I have taught you that the most important thing is to always be in a position where you can attack or defend. Only if Master Yan does not come back, the Third House and your maternal ancestors of the Cao family can always be your rock-solid rear."
The gentle smile on Song Kuangyi's face gradually faded. He lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast two shadows on his face, covering the emotions surging in his eyes.
After a long while, he raised his eyes again, with a bitter smile on his lips:
"Alas, the teacher's words are too pessimistic, but if you think about it carefully, there is some truth in it."
The old man in black finally relaxed his tense nerves, knowing that the young master had listened to his advice after all.
Song Kuangyi sighed:
"Well, for the sake of the peace of the third house, and to avoid the tragedy of brothers fighting each other in the future, I will listen to the teacher."
He looked at the old man in black clothes, his eyes full of compassion and pain: "But just stop him from coming back! As for the parchment scroll, forget it. I am Kuang Yan's eldest brother. I just want to protect my things, but I can't take my brother's things. That will make mother sad."
The old man in black frowned, thinking that the young master was too kind and filial.
If the parchment scroll can really be used to manufacture [Evil Sacrifice Parasite] in wholesale, and then the young master can take it back and donate it to the family, it would be a huge achievement.
The young master will surely gain more support through this, and may even be able to change the current situation where the third branch is suppressed by the first branch.
Song Kuangyi seemed to know what the old man in black was hesitating about, and he said seriously:
"Teacher, I don't want to make my mother sad."
The old man in black nodded solemnly and said, "Young Master, you are kind and considerate of your family. I admire you."
He could only promise the young master not to try to get the parchment scroll, even though it would mean losing a lot of benefits. But on second thought, wasn't the kindness shown by the young master the reason why he was willing to die for him?
Song Kuangyi stood up, bowed solemnly to Master Xuan, and said, "I will leave this matter to you, Master."
He kept a low profile, full of the teacher's trust and reliance.
"I have another request. No matter what, please do not harm Kuang Yan's life. After all, he is my only brother."
The old man in black also bowed his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, young master. I know what's going on and will handle it properly. I will never embarrass you."
The old man in black had no intention of murdering Song Kuangyan, but the young master's words gave him a severe reminder.
The old man in black bowed and left, walking out of the room with murderous intent in his eyes.
"As long as the Second Young Master is alive, your position will never be so stable. You can take care of your brothers, but the Second Young Master is cruel and cunning by nature, so he won't take you into consideration."
The shadows of the trees outside the corridor swayed, and the old man's face was reflected in a gloomy expression: "There are some things that the young master is unwilling to do, but as a teacher, how can I not eliminate the hidden dangers for him?"
The old man in black had already made up his mind, but he still needed to plan carefully how to proceed. He had to achieve his goal while ensuring that no one could trace him back afterwards.
This is not for his own consideration, but he must not let the young master be implicated because of his mistake.
He pondered for a moment and his eyes fell on the maid in the corridor not far away.
The maid was holding a jade bowl, sipping a few orange slices from the bowl, her cheeks still flushed with satisfaction from receiving the reward from the young master.
Seeing the old man approaching, she hurriedly bowed her head.
The old man in black clothes reached out his hand expressionlessly and took the largest and fullest orange slice directly from the jade bowl she was holding.
Under the maid's somewhat astonished gaze, the old man in black slowly put the orange slices into his mouth and chewed them carefully.
The old man in black narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "Well, it's really sweet..."
However, the moment the maid saw that smile, she felt inexplicably creepy and shivered involuntarily all over.
He glanced at the deepest part of the courtyard, in the direction of the main house, and then looked at the maid, and said faintly: "How does the master treat you on weekdays?"
"Sir, my lord has treated me with kindness as great as a mountain."
The maid answered hurriedly, her voice trembling unconsciously.
The old man in black nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly leaned closer. The maid smelled a faint scent of herbs on him, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
"So."
The old man lowered his voice, and every word pierced into the maid's ears like a poisonous snake.
"If there is a small thing for you to do for the young master... would you be willing?"
The maid's pupils suddenly contracted, and the jade bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and orange petals scattered all over the floor.
In the study.
The heavy rosewood door blocks out all sounds from the outside world, not even the sound of the wind can get in.
Song Kuangyi sat back in his chair, reached out his hand, and picked up the ancient book that he had just put down on the desk.
The slender fingers turned the book to the page where the book was interrupted just now.
The ink marks on the yellowed rice paper are simple and ancient.
At the top of the page, a four-character title caught the eye: Axe Sound and Candle Shadow!!! …..Downtown District 9, Block 798, “Blood Rose” Bar.
The air was so thick that it seemed as if oil could be squeezed out of it; cheap perfume, strong alcohol, tobacco tar and some indescribable hormone smell mixed together to form a unique "fragrance" that made people feel tipsy and irritated.
The deafening subwoofer roared, making the heart numb.
In a fixed box somewhere deep in the bar, soundproofing materials weakened the noise outside.
Under the dim light, Li Shang was leaning back on the sofa, with wisps of green smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers.
“Buzz…”
The screen of the mobile phone placed on the corner of the table suddenly lit up and made a dull vibration sound.
Li Shang glanced at it casually, but his pupils shrank slightly when he saw the sender's name - Feng Ju.
He put out his cigarette, picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and a short message jumped into his eyes:
Congratulations to Captain Li on his promotion to Chief of the Police Station. Are you free to have a midnight snack tonight? I’ll treat you!
Li Shang read this short line of words three times.
There was no joy on his face, and his thick eyebrows were twisted even tighter, almost twisted together.
He remained silent and turned his phone screen to face Chang Erbing who was sitting on the sofa opposite him.
Chang Erbing was stuffing a handful of "sugar beans" into his mouth, chewing them with his cheeks bulging. Seeing this, he stretched his neck to look over.
This is a special supply of "Blood Rose" candy beans, a new type of solid wake-up liquid. It is milder than traditional liquid products and less addictive. It is quite popular in certain circles in the downtown area.
After seeing the contents of the message, Chang Erbing's eyes lit up and he shouted incoherently, "Hey, it's done. We were right to send the parchment scroll to the special envoy. If I'm not mistaken, Feng Ju is admitting defeat in advance and wants to use this midnight snack to make amends and show his weakness."
Chang Erbing sneered twice and added: "If Feng Ju is really sensible, I think even for Feng Mu's sake, when Captain Li gets promoted, you might as well let Feng Ju continue to be his captain. It can also be regarded as selling another special envoy."
Li Shang didn't respond, but just took the phone back.
Chang Erbing's words buzzed in his ears like noise, but could not in the least dispel the heavy feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
Feng Ju? Admit defeat? Back down? Li Shang instinctively felt that something was wrong.
He didn't actually know Feng Ju very well, but he knew that his good friend Feng Mu was an extremely dangerous lunatic.
As the father of a madman, even if Feng Ju couldn't match his son, he wouldn't give up halfway, right? And from the perspective of the detective, if Feng Ju really gave in, he should have called himself Director Li in the text message.
Most importantly, the special envoy gave him a vaguely uneasy feeling.
But he didn't tell Chang Erbing because it was useless to tell him, and he was not sure whether his guess was excessive.
Li Shang turned to look at Ma Bin, showed the text message to him as well, and asked, "What do you think?"
Yes, he did not tell Chang Erbing about his suspicion of the special envoy, but told Ma Bin.
After long-term contact, Li Shang now feels that Ma Bin is very smart, has a keen sense of danger, and has the survival wisdom to always find a way out in desperate situations. This is exactly what he needs most at this moment.
Their eyes met briefly in the air, and without words, Ma Bin knew what Li Shang was worried about.
He thought for a moment and said, "Whether it is Feng Ju's intention or the special commissioner's instruction, you have to go to this meal. If there is really danger, it will be more dangerous if you don't go."
Li Shang agreed in a deep voice: "That's right."
Chang Erbing: “.” It felt like the two of them were playing a guessing game, and he couldn’t understand what they were saying.
He looked at Li Shang with a somewhat resentful look, remaining silent.
Ma Bin added: "But we will be the one to treat you to a meal, and we will decide the time and place. Captain Li, you can go then."
It's late at night.
It was a relatively remote private restaurant with a shabby sign and an inconspicuous facade. There were no other diners in the restaurant, and only the occasional muffled sound of pots and spoons colliding in the kitchen could be heard.
In the private room, the chandelier cast mottled light and shadows, making the wooden round table glow with an oily sheen.
“Squeak—”
The door was pushed open.
Feng Ju's figure appeared at the door.
He was wearing a half-worn black windbreaker with the collar turned up, covering half of his face.
He did not come in immediately, but glanced inside the small private room.
His gaze lingered briefly on the faces of Li Shang and Chang Erbing, and then moved to the partition walls on both sides of the private room that were covered with cheap wallpaper.
His five senses, which were strengthened after his resurrection, were instantly activated like sophisticated radars.
Boom. Boom... Boom... On both sides of the partition wall, close to the wall, at least a dozen strong and suppressed heartbeats could be clearly heard.
There was no sound of dishes colliding, no sounds of chewing and swallowing, and no noise of conversation.
Obviously they were not diners, but people who had ambushed them in advance.
The corners of Feng Ju's mouth curled up into an almost imperceptible cold arc.
"Li Shang is cautious. It seems that he has sensed danger... Then this matter is simple."
He walked into the private room, closed the door, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Li Shang.
The polite words I had prepared rolled over my tongue, but now I felt there was no need to waste time on them.
He placed his fingers on the edge of the table, his nails an unhealthy bluish-gray, and got straight to the point:
"Congratulations, Captain Li. The special commissioner said that he would give you the position of director. However, I don't know if you can take it alive."
(End of this chapter)
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