Yan Ling looked solemn, and the situation in the closed areas became more and more serious. There were also high-level professionals who took the risk and broke into the closed area, but they could not find the Lingquan Eye at all, because the closed area that could be entered and exited was already far away from the Lingquan Eye.
Extremely far. A few professionals who have entered the Shadow of All Things dare not explore too far for fear of getting lost in the Shadow of All Things and never coming out.
Several professional organizations with national backgrounds have already issued notes, demanding compensation from the Qianlong Army. This kind of thing is very disgusting, and it will probably take a long time to argue.
Almost all of the missing people had been determined to never come out again, so the Qianlong Army also notified Hu Huan's family members.
Hu Youyan received the news and is now on the train heading to the capital.
This was the second time Hu Youyan received his son's obituary notice, and he did not dare to tell his wife that he came to Beijing alone to "pick him up."
Hu Youyan had the same experience as last time. After repeated inquiries on the phone many times, she was finally convinced that her son was really gone. The gambler didn't say anything and just bought the train ticket in silence.
Hu Youyan didn't bring anything with her. Sitting on the train, her whole body was sluggish, as if her body had lost its soul.
He bought the evening train, so the train arrived at the station on time early the next morning.
Hu Youyan got off the car and felt hungry alone, so she walked for a while, found a small shop on the street, and bought a basket of steamed buns.
When paying, the cashier smiled and said, "Here's your change, sir."
Hu Youyan was quite confident in her appearance and replied: "I am not an uncle."
The cashier smiled and didn't argue. Hu Youyan ate a few buns and suddenly felt something was wrong. He stood up and saw a mirror next to the cashier counter in the store, so he went to take a look.
The person in the mirror looks old and haggard, with white hair as silver as snow.
Hu Youyan suddenly burst into tears and went out in a hurry, unable to eat anything.
Yan Lingse was dealing with the affairs of Special Class 25. The students returned to class due to the changes in the Shadow of All Things. Everything seemed to be normal. Except for the absence of Hu Huan and Ling Xiao, there were no major changes.
When she heard that Hu Huan's family members were coming, she specially tidied up her appearance and then asked someone to invite Hu Youyan in.
Yan Lingse did not expect to see a handsome old man with white hair, and a sentence suddenly appeared in her heart: "Autumn wind leaves fall all night, and two autumn frosts make the mirror look sad."
She didn't know what to say to Hu Youyan, so she could only invite him into the office and whispered: "Please don't be sad."
Hu Youyan smiled very forcedly and whispered: "I'm not sad."
Yan Lingse immediately didn't know how to answer the question. She quietly pushed a box over, and Hu Youyan's eyes suddenly tightened, exuding an inexplicable sadness, and asked in a low voice: "Is Huanhuan inside?"
Yan Lingse hurriedly explained: "We did not find Comrade Hu Huan's body. Here are some of his belongings and... pension!"
Hu Youyan suddenly used all his strength to smash the box on the ground and yelled: "Am I, Hu Youyan, someone who is short of money?"
His whole mood was like a sudden eruption of a volcano. He cried loudly, squatted on the ground, and never raised his head again.
Yan Lingse couldn't help but didn't know how to persuade.
Yan Lingse thought that Hu Youyan might cry for a long time, but she didn't expect that Hu Youyan's crying stopped after just a few minutes. He asked in a low voice: "Who killed my son?"
Yan Ling said in a subtle way: "It was the Ling family who called Hu Huan away."
Then she felt that she had said something wrong and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Hu Youyan, don't get me wrong. The Ling family is an overseas Chinese. He just went to see off a classmate. That classmate was a child of the Ling family. Hu Huan's death was related to
It doesn’t matter!”
Hu Youyan asked calmly: "The Ling family asked Huanhuan away, and my son never came back. He is still alive and his body is not seen, and his body is not found dead, right?"
Yan Lingse thought for a moment, and couldn't explain to an ordinary person what awakened people, professionals, closed zones, shadows of all things, and transnational professional organizations were... so she could only nod her head.
Hu Youyan suddenly laughed and asked, "Can I ask about the situation of the Ling family?"
Yan Lingse refused: "Their information is confidential, I can't provide it to you."
Hu Youyan nodded and didn't bother. He glanced at the box on the ground, went over and rummaged through it for a while, and left the office without taking anything except a stack of money.
Yan Lingse originally sympathized with the father who lost his son, especially since she had a very good opinion of Hu Huan, but when she saw Hu Youyan and took the money away, she remembered his identity and was marked as a gambler on the file.
I looked down upon it a little, so I didn't send it as a gift.
Hu Youyan took the money, but did not leave the Modern Literature Museum. He went from dormitory to dormitory and knocked on doors. He was Hu Huan's father. At least Hu Huan was liked by some people, and he felt okay with many classmates.
So Hu Youyan had a smile on his face and chatted well with several classmates. When he found out that Xiao Jianseng, the seventh squad leader, and Hu Huan were together, he went out of his way to chat with Xiao Jianseng for a while.
I don’t know how Hu Youyan deceived him. Soon he started a card game in the dormitory and used Hu Huan’s pension as gambling capital. He laughed easily and freely at the gambling table. He didn’t know how happy he was. He didn’t seem to care at all.
The death of my son is on my mind.
In the evening, Hu Youyan won a little money, so he generously invited all his classmates to dinner.
But before going out, he said he wanted to go to the toilet, gave Xiao Jianseng the money, and asked him to take people there first. This time, Hu Youyan went to the toilet and no one was there. Until everyone came back from dinner, no one saw this person.
Classmate Hu Huan’s father.
Hu Youyan got out of the taxi, touched the pistol on his waist, and suddenly showed a smile that he had practiced on the gambling table. It was very sincere and a little kind, and whispered: "Teacher Yan Lingse refuses to say, but let's talk about it."
!As long as you get on the gambling table, you can't hide anything, even your parents will press you up."
"These children don't know what kind of school they go to. Several of them actually hid pistols. Fortunately they have this thing, otherwise I wouldn't have the guts to avenge my son."
After a game of cards, Hu Youyan already knew most of the news about the Demon Ling family.
He touched the pistol in his arms, suddenly bursting with murderous aura, and broke into the hotel booked by the Ling family. When the hotel waiter saw this strange-looking guest, he wanted to stop him, but Hu Youyan flicked a
He handed over the room card and walked past the waiter with a smile.
Hu Huan's gambling skills were all taught by his father. For Hu Youyan, getting a room card from a guest was as easy as winning money at the gambling table.
He didn't even need to ask. He could tell what the people inside were doing when he walked past the door, relying on the ear he had honed to listen to dice in his youth.