After galloping for five hundred miles, Yang Yu finally returned home around eight o'clock in the morning.
A lot of people had gathered at the gate, including neighbors, relatives and friends, all with varying degrees of sadness on their faces. When everyone saw Yang Yu getting out of a brand-new car, they were all stunned and immediately woke up.
Come over and make room for Yang Yu.
Yang Yu didn't say anything, he just rushed towards the yard. He was in a daze, his steps were unsteady, and he fell down several times.
"Xiaoyu, you're back, come on... see your father for the last time!" Yang Yu's aunt rushed out of the house with tears streaming down her face, grabbed Yang Yu and rushed into the house.
Seeing his father lying motionless on the kang, with a white gauze covering his head and faint traces of blood, his face bloodless, his lips chapped, and his eyes closed tightly, the tears that Yang Yu had repeatedly controlled could no longer be forced, and instantly burst out of his eyes.
.
"dad!!!"
Yang Yu rolled and crawled on the man's body, tears falling like broken beads.
"Xiao Yu..." Zhang Yingru, who was next to her, quickly came to help Yang Yu.
"Dad, wake up! I am Xiaoyu, your son is back!!!"
Yang Yu cried and shouted, vigorously shaking Yang Yong, who had his eyes closed.
"Boss, please stop, this will aggravate the death of the injured."
Zhuang Fei had been following Yang Yu since he got off the car. Now seeing Yang Yu like this, he rushed forward, held Yang Yu's wrist with his left hand, and then used his right hand to rub Yang Yong's head with super speed.
Yang Yong, who kept hitting and kneading the chest area for several seconds and kept his eyes closed and motionless, breathing vaguely, gradually began to noticeably rise and fall in the chest and heart area.
"Brother Zhuang, can you save my dad?" Yang Yu tore Zhuang Fei's sleeves as if grasping a life-saving straw.
Zhuang Fei couldn't bear to look at Yang Yu's eyes for fear that he would say no, but he had to tell the truth and shook his head slightly, but there was an inexplicable light hidden in his eyes. He just discovered something, something to say
, you have to talk to Yang Yu alone.
Yang Yu's eyes dimmed suddenly, as if all hope had disappeared, but suddenly they brightened again as if he thought of something. He turned to Zhang Yingru and said: "Mom, tell me, what happened to my dad?"
What's the matter with the white gauze?"
Zhang Yingru glanced at the blood stains on Yang Yong's head, burst into tears again, and slowly recalled: "That was last night, around 10 o'clock, your dad usually goes out to close the door at this time.
, but he didn’t come back after being out for a long time. At first I thought he went to the toilet, but there was no sound for half an hour. I went out and found your dad lying on the ground...his head happened to touch a big stone.
On the bed, blood flowed all over the floor... It turned out that he slipped while walking and hit a stone, but the stone still had a sharp point... Later, the neighbors came, and 120 also arrived, but they quickly took a look at your dad's
After learning about the situation, he asked me to deal with the funeral affairs, saying that there was no hope of help... Wuwu..."
"I slipped and hit a rock while walking..."
Yang Yu's dim eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he asked urgently: "Mom, was that stone originally at the place where the accident happened? Do you have any memory of this stone? Also, our family
When did the door become slippery? My dad doesn’t suffer from involuntary fainting, does he?”
Zhang Yingru seemed a little confused by Yang Yu's series of questions. After a while, she said: "Okay...it doesn't seem like it, Xiao...Xiaoyu, what are you..."
Yang Yu took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and said nothing. Only a frightening light flashed in his eyes.
"Yu...Xiaoyu..." Yang Yong on the kang actually opened his eyes slightly and spoke with great difficulty.
"Dad! I'm here!"
Yang Yu grabbed Yang Yong's hand and held it hard. He was afraid that his father would no longer be able to feel him holding him.
"Xiaoyu..."
Yang Yong looked at Yang Yu, with a hint of relief on his face. His chapped lips moved with all his strength: "My son... is getting more and more handsome... Haha..."
"Dad!!! Woo hoo..."
Tears welled up in Yang Yu's eyes again, and he cried loudly regardless of the image.
"No... don't cry. Have you forgotten what I have always told you? A true man, he bleeds, sweats, but never sheds tears! You... are the only child of our Yang family. You will always let the people around you feel your strength and bravery."
Yang Yu cried even louder. This sentence was so familiar. His father should have always put this sentence on his lips when educating him since he could remember. But now, it is he who can say it.
The last time.
Yang Yong's chest suddenly began to rise and fall violently, and his lips opened several times in succession, but only a hissing sound came out.
"Dad!!! Brother Zhuang!" Yang Yu turned around and yelled while crying.
Zhuang Fei stepped forward and put his hands on Yang Yong's chest at the same time. He opened his fingers and dug hard, as if he was digging out his heart with both hands.
Yang Yong's chest gradually calmed down, and he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Xiaoyu... study hard... find a good job... honor your mother well... well..."
The voice became weaker and weaker, gradually becoming inaudible, and Yang Yong's chest finally stopped rising and falling, completely losing all sound.
"dad!!!"
Yang Yu let out a shrill cry and immediately threw himself on Yang Yong, crying loudly.
…
Two days later.
"Brother Zhuang, I'm fine now. Can you tell me if you have any special findings?"
The off-white Dongfeng Citroen sedan stopped in front of a grave, and Yang Yu silently knelt on the ground.
A look of admiration flashed in Zhuang Fei's eyes behind him, and he said in a deep voice: "There is indeed a different discovery. Your father's head was not simply hit on the stone, but suffered more than eighteen consecutive violent blows.
Hit hard!”
After saying this, Zhuang Fei stared at Yang Yu's back closely, ready to step forward to suppress him at any time. He was afraid that Yang Yu would have any overreaction and cause mental trouble, but the result was that the back in front of him was still the same.
There was no movement, and after a long while, a calm "En" sound came out.
Zhuang Fei felt that he needed to make some additions, so he continued: "I have conducted rigorous investigations and observations in the past two days. I have confirmed that there are three pairs of footprints and two wheel tracks of the Audi A6. The murderer was not a local person and committed the murder that day.
After that, he immediately evacuated the nearby road and fled in a car."
Yang Yu stood up, patted the dirt on his knees, turned around and looked at Zhuang Fei and said, "Brother Zhuang, thank you for your hard work! I already know who the real murderer is."
Zhuang Fei was slightly startled, but he resisted asking. He knew that if Yang Yu wanted to tell him, he would have said it.
"Let's go! Go back to the studio."
The gray-white Dongfeng Citroën flew away.
…
Yang Yan Studio, core area, room 1, living room.
This is the house of Yang Yu and the others. As for the core area and Room 1, they are naturally designed by Zhou Wolong.
There were seven people sitting on the sofa, Zhou Wolong, [Wu Laolang], [Yan Hun], [Ren Lu Bu Ma Chi Tu], [Pian Pian Da Xian'er], [Ye You Tian], plus Yang Yu himself.
Looking at the two pieces of paper in his hand, Yang Yu had no expression on his face, but had a slight wry smile in his heart.
Ouyang Haibin and Sima Wei left Yang Yu with roughly similar meanings.
The two of them were really stimulated.
The two of them have been developing smoothly under Yang Yu's guidance. They are already ahead of most people in terms of level and equipment, which makes them feel quite complacent and proud.
However, after experiencing the first three stages of the [Martial Arts Tournament Ranking Competition], especially the third stage of the mixed battle of a hundred people, the two suddenly realized that they were really in a terrible situation.
If Yang Yu is there, he can also follow his arrangements to achieve targeted attack and defense, etc. Yang Yu can even watch the two of them fighting while teaching them which skills to activate, which way to move, and how.
Quickly and accurately hit the enemy's weaknesses, etc., so the two of them can often perform to a level several times beyond their true strength!
However, Yang Yu went home. In the remaining three days of the game, the two of them really tasted the taste of being abused. Without Yang Yu to block them, when they faced the revenge of the five major gangs in [Suzaku City], it was...
How powerless.
None of the top 100 masters is a fuel-efficient lamp, and the two of them standing inside will definitely not be able to make any ripples.
The two of them made up their minds and didn't want to continue living in Yang Yu's shadow, and they didn't want to have Yang Yu to protect them from the wind and rain. The two of them left Yang Yan's studio and each took a taxi to go away.
Instruct Yang Yu not to worry about them. They will also shut down all communication systems in the game and wait until they think they can really help Yang Yu. They can truly stand with Yang Yu and not just be regarded as Yang Yu's foil.
When the time comes, they will naturally come back.
"Boss, will you participate in tomorrow's battle for the top three?" [Wu Laolang] asked.
Yang Yu smiled slightly, but there was an incomprehensible light in his eyes. He said lightly: "Participate, you must participate, otherwise, wouldn't it be meaningless for me to come back so early?"
Everyone just stared at Yang Yu blankly. They always felt that the boss in front of them seemed to have something extra and something missing. In short, it was completely different from the feeling they had before.
Zhou Wolong coughed lightly, then took out a document and handed it to Yang Yu: "This is the studio system that the boss gave me to draft, the family system, the future gang system, the real salary system, and the benefits in the game.
system, as well as a recent development plan, please take a look."
Yang Yu took it and nodded slightly towards Zhou Wolong, but did not look at the materials in his hand directly. Instead, he stood up and said: "Okay, that's the end of today's meeting. I will organize activities for everyone during the free time of tomorrow's Triwizard Tournament.
, I’m a little tired, let’s break up the meeting!”
"Brother, have a good sleep! Thank you for giving me the custom-made calabash doll! There is no such style on the market! Thank you so much!" [Ye Youtian] shouted happily at Yang Yu's back.
Yang Yu paused for a moment, waved his hand back, said nothing, walked into his room, and closed the door.
