The first book ended here. The person who was robbed stroked his glasses, squeezed his eyes hard, trying to get away some blood that flowed into his eyes, and picked up the second book.

When Zheng Han was taking a taxi, the driver might have wanted to earn more in one trip, so he called out twice if there were anyone to the villa area, and the two girls came up. It was a coincidence that they both went to Zhou Zeyu's house and were newcomers to work.

As we chatted all the way, when we could see the people greeting Zhou Zeyu's door, both girls seemed to stop talking out of nervousness.

After getting off the car, under Zhou Zeyu's warm reception, Zheng Han greeted his new family one by one and entered the living room on the first floor. Zhou Zeyu and He Qi sat down opposite Zheng Han, while the others sat next to him.

"How is the job?" Zhou Zeyu asked as soon as he sat down.

"It's shameful to say that I've graduated for almost half a year and haven't found any business."

"Hey, it doesn't matter. It's not the same now. If you don't go out for a day, you won't have any food. Don't talk about you now. You'll bring me two more, so we can have a good meal." He said and laughed.

Zheng Han responded with a smile.

Zhou Zeyu patted He Qi's back and said, "Don't sit here stupidly. Didn't Lao Wang give us a few boxes of squats in those two days? Come on, take them out."

He Qi smiled sweetly and stood up.

Zhou Zeyu squeezed He Qi's butt.

Zheng Han felt a little embarrassed and looked at Liang Yuling reflexively. He found that Liang Yuling was facing out the window, as if he was looking at the scenery. Didn’t you see it?

It seemed as if Zheng Han had done something wrong. When he saw Liang Yuling, Zheng Han breathed a sigh of relief.

After the refreshment, lunch was followed, and the pleasant chat continued until 2:00 pm. Everyone dispersed. However, Zhou Zeyu refused to let Zheng Han go. Even though his face was flushed, he still insisted on taking Zheng Han to visit him in person.

Zheng Han had been in a car for two days and had been exhausted. He had always wanted to rest early, but he couldn't help but feel enthusiastic. Zheng Han had to compromise and followed Zhou Zeyu for a walk.

Two:50.

After Zheng Han tidied up his luggage in the room, he lay down for a while and felt a little thirsty. He walked out of the room and wanted to go to the kitchen to find some drinks.

Zheng Han's room is arranged at the end of the second floor of the main building. As soon as he comes out, he will pass by Zhou Zeyu's study and bedroom, which is the largest room in the entire museum.

As soon as Zheng Han left the room door, he suddenly saw a male servant standing silently in front of Zhou Zeyu's door. The door of Zhou Zeyu's room was closed, leaving a thin slit, and the male servant was peeking inside.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Han had not yet realized what was going on, and his hands had already closed the door inertia.

The door lock sounded, and the male servant Yang Wen discovered where Zheng Han was. Yang Wen glanced back in shock, without even saying hello, and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

Zheng Han was stunned for a moment, walked to the door, looked through the crack of the door, and saw Zhou Zeyu's dedicated suite. On the left was a fully equipped bedroom, TV, personal computer, independent bathroom, and even a refrigerator. On the left was the study room. In the study room, He Long and Zhou Zeyu were talking in the room.

"How many places have you taken this semester?"

Zhou Zeyu used a completely different tone to Zheng Han, but instead said something coldly that no one would be extremely bored.

There was no answer for a while, He Long stood with his back to Zheng Han, unable to see He Long's expression.

"I have called your teacher a long time ago. This time I counted down again in the class, huh?" Zhou Zeyu showed an expression of your speaking and looked at He Long sternly.

"Hmph, I really don't know why I have to spend money to send you to school. This is the worst investment I have ever made in my life!"

Zheng Han couldn't help but think of He Long's appearance in the morning, with his hard hair, his bangs, his slender eyes, a medium figure, and about 1.65 meters tall. Although He Long is no longer a child, he looks just a teenager. Isn't it too early to say this now?...

"I kindly spent money to send you to school not to let you go to play. If you don't study hard, then just stop going. Our family doesn't need to eat a lot of people!"

Zhou Zeyu squirted out his old lines in a series of aggressively squirting out of his mouth.

Zheng Han felt nauseous and didn't want to watch anymore, so he turned around and left.

Walking on the stairs leading to the first floor, servant Chen Jing ran into the living room in panic. Liang Yuling on the sofa frowned, stood up from the sofa, handed her hands in front of her with white gloves, and asked dignifiedly: "What's wrong, she looks like she doesn't look at all."

Chen Jing gasped for two times: "Out, something happened..."

It took an hour to arrive.

The investigation site was conducted and the confession was recorded, and the police figures were shuttled through various rooms.

Zhou Zeyu was very unhappy. Whenever he saw the police passing by him in front of him without seeing him, he frowned unhappily. Somehow, Zheng Han always felt that Zheng Zeyu's annoyance was not because the butler who had served him for nearly ten years was killed, but simply because he felt that the police were offended.

Zheng Han was just a first-timer and didn't know what to do for a moment. He was not right to go back to the house to rest. It seemed that he was very concerned. He had to wander around, avoid the Zhou family, and try not to meet others.

He Qi and Zhou Zeyu were communicating with the criminal police in the entrance hall. He Long was interested in watching the police officers wearing rubber gloves investigate the body next to the scene of the island. Liang Yuling took Zhou Ran back to the room. The two newcomers also followed Yang Wen and Chen Jing to introduce the room structure to the searched police.

Everyone was busy.

Zheng Han felt even more redundant. After thinking about it, he hid in the atrium between the main building and the auxiliary building.

Zheng Han lazily worked by the fountain for a while, and suddenly the door of the corridor was opened. After a moment of hesitation, Zheng Han decided to hide it - just to avoid the embarrassment of meeting, he got into the low woods.

Before leaving, Zheng Han saw that He Long and He Qi were two people coming out.

Zheng Han tried his best to press the sound and clear the branches blocking the road. The cat entered the woods. After walking a few steps, a quarrel came from behind him.

——What's going on with this family? Are they just used to solving problems in this way or...

After walking a few more steps, I came to the edge of the bushes, and the walls of the main building appeared in front of me. It was completely different from the vibrant colors such as white walls or lush green forests, and an extremely inconsistent dark color appeared on the ground.

It is a small piece of iron plate that has been eroded and rusted.

This is……?

Curiosity drove Zheng Han to observe carefully. Zheng Han found a keyhole using a padlock on one side of the square iron plate, but there was no padlock on it.

Zheng Han put his fingertips in, and with just pulling, the iron plate was easily opened. This was obviously an entrance, and as the door opened, the sunlight shone on the steps extending downward.

--basement.

Looking down, the dark and sticky darkness swallowed the steps deep, and couldn't see clearly below. Zheng Han looked around and there was no one there.

Do you want to go down... It looks so gloomy...

After hesitating a little, I thought that I was idle too, and I was just eager to get away from the quarrels quickly, so I walked on with a semi-exploration mood.

After a few meters, I started to be unable to see things and had to support the wall and move forward.

As soon as my hand touched the wall, it felt like it was touching on the ice.

When the steps were gone, they were completely in the dark. Zheng Han walked along the wall for a few meters, but was lucky enough to touch the light switch.

Crack, the yellow light of the old light bulb was lit up.

Old furniture, damaged tools, and old books that had yellowed paper were all covered with dust that had accumulated for months or even years.

Zheng Han took the courage to walk deeper. Almost the moment he saw it, he was attracted by the thing.

It's nothing else, it's just an ordinary old desk. However, it's an extra clean old desk.

That size should be used for junior high school or younger people.

Zheng Han reached out and touched the chair under the table - there was indeed no dust on it.

Zheng Han sat down on the chair, barely stuffed his legs under the table without touching any place.

There is a larger drawer in the middle of the table, a wooden box with an outer door on the left, and three drawers are arranged side by side on the right.

Pull the middle one away, and there is a pencil, an eraser, a pencil case, and a small medal inside. There is nothing to note.

Then open the box on the left, and there is a stack of books inside, mostly textbooks. There is nothing exciting about it.

Zheng Han finally pulled out the row of drawers on the right without any hope.

Pull out the first drawer and hold some children's toys.

The second one is a brown notepad inside.

The moment he saw the notepad, Zheng Han's attention was attracted - unlike other old soft-page books in the basement, this one is very new.

Zheng Han picked it up and looked at it. He found that there was a notebook with a full and used up book below, which was older than the one below. There was a photo under the notebook.

I flipped through a few pages casually, and all of them were filled with words, recording every fluctuation in the owner's inner world.

The basement was too dark, and after taking a look, I felt tired, so I put it back.

Zheng Han took out the photo below, which was covered with creases and was slightly yellow.

This is a photo of the whole family taking a group photo. A man with a flattering smile on his face and bent over, with a despicable feeling on his body. Next to him is a pregnant woman. There are some baby supplies, a stroller, a few packs of diapers, two bottles, and a few baby clothes on the table next to him.

It is hard to imagine how much a person usually abuses this mask when taking pictures. But at least it is certain that this person has a low social status.

Suddenly, a strange feeling flashed by.

Zheng Han hurriedly took out his cell phone and pressed the screen to light it on the photo.

Now I can see clearly - although there have been great changes in appearance, temperament, and mental appearance, if you look closely, the man in this photo is indeed... Zhou Zeyu.

Zheng Han snorted and laughed at himself - the woman in this photo, this woman with a poor appearance and no femininity, isn't she his biological mother?

At around half past five, the commotion in the entire villa finally subsided.

Zheng Han chatted with Liang Yuling in the living room for a while. Liang Yuling looked up at the watch on the wall, and still said in a gentle and soothing tone: "It's almost time to prepare the meal. If it's too late, the master will be angry."

As he said that, he walked to the east side of the living room, picked up the phone beside the wall, and dialed the inside line.

Liang Yuling briefly explained two sentences, and it can be seen from the conversation that Chen Jing answered the phone call opposite him.

After making the phone call, Liang Yuling made up her gloves and walked back, sat down on the sofa again.

"Hey, that phone is useful? I thought it was a decoration."

It’s no wonder that Zheng Han had this idea. The shape of the phone is very classic, with a base underneath and a microphone placed horizontally on it. Although there are digital buttons, there is also a circle of iron roulettes on it. The bright black base and golden ornaments are decorated very consistent with the color decoration of the living room.

Liang Yuling smiled: "In fact, most of the time is just decoration, which is very useful for people like me who don't like to carry mobile phones with me at any time. Having said that, the previous owner of this house is indeed quite tasteful."
To be continued...