King Crazy Game

The simple word "secret" made Shen Qingning's chest feel like it was blocked by a fire, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to high school. At that time, whenever Shen Qingning asked about Lin Zicheng and Wen Yan, Lin Zicheng would always answer with a smile "secret".

The frustration and loss of wanting to grasp something but not knowing where to start.

Shen Qingning felt it clearly again.

After hearing this, she seemed to appreciate Shen Qingning's expression of anger that she was trying hard to suppress, and said to Lin Zicheng happily: "I'm leaving. I hope that the next time we meet, it won't be at someone's funeral."

Lin Zicheng held the umbrella, smiled slightly, and watched him leave.

“My king spoke to me, hahahaha… His taste is so unforgettable hahaha… I miss him so much…” Upon hearing this, the driver leaned back in the back seat and laughed crazily. He suddenly felt cold sweats all over his body and dared not move his eyeballs at all.

Shen Qingning consciously got under the umbrella and asked curiously: "Zicheng, what does the last sentence mean? Is there anyone else who is going to suffer?"

"It should be. We may have opened Pandora's box, and bad things will follow one after another." Lin Zicheng looked at the sky. It was clear in the morning, but now it was gradually swallowed by dark clouds.

"But there is one good thing." Shen Qingning moved closer to Lin Zicheng, almost touching his arm, "That is, when bad things happen, at least we are on the same side."

For the first time, Lin Zicheng did not push Shen Qingning away. The friction between their clothes was like tiny sparks, burning away the slight alienation in Lin Zicheng: "Oh~ Then I have to suggest that Mr. Shen arrange for a second child as soon as possible, so that the Shen family can't be cut off."

"Someone as lucky as me will definitely make the Shen family more prosperous."

Lin Zicheng glanced at Shen Qingning, too lazy to continue talking. Just as he was about to walk towards the parking lot with his umbrella, a man in a black suit with handsome eyes and eyebrows walked towards them with a very straight walk.

"My luck is so good today. A few minutes ago, I was still saying that I wouldn't be able to meet Wen Yan and Yu Moshu, but now they are lining up to meet me." Shen Qingning shrugged and sighed lazily.

"Hello, Lin Zicheng and Shen Qingning. Long time no see." Yu Moshu extended his hand politely. Both his words and actions were as formal as if he was meeting a national leader.

"Long time no see, squad leader Yu. How have you been these years?" Lin Zicheng also extended his hand and responded politely.

Normally, other people would just respond casually to this kind of polite question as a greeting, but Yu Moshu answered very seriously: "My father's health is getting worse and worse, and I am actively studying the notes he wrote every day."

"It must be very tiring. I'm sure you took time out of your busy schedule to come here today?" Shen Qingning showed a very sympathetic look.

Yu Moshu shook his head gently: "It's not hard. Facing all kinds of ancient objects every day is equivalent to interpreting history that I don't know. I often forget the time because of studying. It was Su Yu who reminded me today that I rushed here in time. Life is unpredictable and death is hard to predict."

Shen Qingning: "I heard from Su Yu that your family is going to sell an antique on the first of next month. Why do you want to sell it?"

Yu Moshu lowered his head and said softly, "Because I have no money."

"Hey, Squad Leader Yu hasn't left yet? Are you trying to sell that worthless antique from your house to Master Shen and Master Lin?" A haughty and disdainful voice came from behind them.

If Yu Moshu is considered an antique, then the owner of this voice, You Muyuan, is at the forefront of trends.

Even today at the funeral, You Muyuan was still wearing a colorful graffiti shirt with a knee-length windbreaker on the outside and pants that were just above the knees. Both of his ears, neck, and wrists were covered with metal pendants, and the heavy eye shadow made his originally handsome face look extremely hideous.

The two had not gotten along well in high school. You Muyuan would always provoke Yu Moshu whenever he found an opportunity, and Yu Moshu would always apologize and explain sincerely. As a result, You Muyuan told everyone that Yu Moshu was a hypocrite wearing a mask.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to sell them anything from my house. We were just talking about my life lately."

Yu Moshu seemed not to understand You Muyuan's sarcasm and explained sincerely.

You Muyuan did not restrain himself because of Yu Moshu's "concession", but became more aggressive: "I heard that your father died because he played with things that the ancestors were not supposed to play with. You must not take out that thing to harm others, otherwise you will not be able to go to hell even after you die."

"My father's health is due to years of hard work, not the reasons you mentioned. Please don't jump to conclusions. I can guarantee that the things my family is going to sell will not harm people in the slightest."

The more Yu Moshu explained, the uglier You Muyuan's face became. He could only change the topic to Lin Zicheng and the others: "Mr. Lin and Mr. Shen, are you going to watch the hypocrite sell off his father's property?"

Lin Zicheng: "We'll talk about it then, maybe I'll go."

Originally they had no interest in Yu Moshu selling things, but when they heard that he had no money, they suddenly became curious.

Yu Mo's family is a family of antiques. Whether it is domestic or foreign, the items in their home are enough to open your eyes. Take out any item and it is worth millions. How can they be without money?

"Oh, I knew you two were good people, but I have to remind you to read the story of the snake and the farmer."

You Muyuan even reminded him before leaving: "Remember to check it out before the auction."

Yu Moshu bowed 90 degrees and thanked them: "Thank you, thank you for coming."

"You're welcome. We are classmates, so there shouldn't be only us here, right?" Shen Qingning asked casually.

Yu Moshu: "I'm sorry, I don't know about the others. They didn't tell me."

Shen Qingning: “…”

Lin Zicheng couldn't help laughing. At this moment, Shen Qingning agreed with Su Yu's point of view.

Big drops of rain hit the windshield hard, and with the crackling sound of rain, streaks of water flowed out of the glass. The wipers kept sweeping the car glass. Lin Zicheng's car moved slowly in the heavy rain. Shen Qingning sat in the co-pilot seat, flipping back and forth between the auction tickets in his hand.

"Zicheng, Yu Moshu has been waiting for us for so long, I'm afraid it's not just for the auction."

"He may be a participant in the game or he may just be a witness like he was in school."

"You Muyuan's last words are also very interesting, the snake and the farmer."

"So this is when the justice police need to participate."

"You want to take Li Yize with you?"

"The more shady the place is, the more we need the help of the justice police, and some doubts need to be confirmed."

Shen Qingning wisely did not jump into the trap dug by Lin Zicheng. He reached out and flicked the admission ticket, rolled it up into a ball, and stuffed it into the interior panel on the inside of the car door.

The taillights of the traffic ahead suddenly lit up like a giant red dragon in the rain and fog. Lin Zicheng braked suddenly, and Shen Qingning's body leaned towards Lin Zicheng unnaturally. If it weren't for the seat belt, he would probably be in Lin Zicheng's arms.

"There seems to be a car accident ahead." Shen Qingning moved back to her original position before Lin Zicheng could make trouble.

"Yeah." Lin Zicheng said calmly, "We may have to stay in the car for a while."

Shen Qingning smiled but said nothing.