King Crazy Game

"From now on, you don't need to go deep into the mountains, and no one will look for you in the gentleman's pavilion."

"The garden is quiet during the day with its bamboo and short fence, and two plum trees are shining in the spring shade."

"Zicheng, I found a place in school that is the same as the one described in the poem."

There is a long-abandoned classroom among the trees. The glass of the windows has long been broken, and the corners of the walls are covered with mosses of various sizes. The surrounding grasses and flowers are unattended, and the wild plants are even more lush, forming a cold and desolate picture.

"Shh... there seems to be someone."

A single figure? Two overlapping figures?

Lin Zicheng tried hard to open his eyes wide to see, but everything was still blurry.

"Zicheng, why didn't you save me!"

Lin Zicheng suddenly woke up from the bed. At this time, the sun had not yet risen.

In his memory, there were no such classrooms in the school. Even the long-abandoned hill behind was covered with nothing but trees, weeds and wild flowers.

Classroom? Human figure?

The "Wind Blowing Willow Flowers" hotel is located in a Feng Shui treasure land in the city. In the morning, the light is just right, hitting the hotel's transparent floor-to-ceiling glass and refracting into bizarre light.

The hotel has a buffet restaurant, a Western restaurant, a Southeast Asian restaurant, and even a famous private restaurant. The private restaurant is only open from 8 to 10 p.m., but at 9 a.m. this morning, the light came on inside the closed sliding door.

"If you are too nice to someone for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief. Zicheng, what are you up to?"

Shen Qingning looked at the delicious ramen in front of him, holding the chopsticks for several minutes but not daring to move.

The good men of the Lin family, from Grandpa Lin to Lin Ziyi, all know how to cook, and their cooking skills are top-notch, but it’s hard to eat. The only time Lin Zicheng cooked for the four of them was in junior high school. The delicious food of youth is still unforgettable.

"No poison."

Lin Zicheng, who was sitting opposite him, gave a rare honest answer and even took a bite first to verify the safety of the food.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Shen Qingning finally put aside his anxiety and started to eat the delicacy that was rarely seen in a thousand years.

"Could this bowl of noodles cost one hundred million?" Shen Qingning asked slowly after drinking the last sip of soup.

"Okay, remember to punch in." Lin Zicheng nodded, stood up, picked up the bowl and walked into the kitchen.

"Black shop!"

When Shen Qingning took out his phone and prepared to pay, Lin Zicheng said, "You can also exchange it for a day."

"Ah ha? Hard work? Then I'll pay." Shen Qingning leaned back in his chair and looked at Lin Zicheng in the kitchen with a smile in his eyes.

He said he would pay, but he didn't even touch the phone beside him. He hadn't seen Lin Zicheng for a few days, and it seemed like he had spent several centuries. Now that they had one day together, he would not refuse even if it meant going through fire and water.

The café was filled with melodious piano music, the aroma of coffee and soft music filled the air. In the comfortable environment and beautiful atmosphere, almost every guest was in a happy mood, except for the two handsome men sitting by the window.

Hearing this, he gently stirred the coffee with a spoon in his right hand and looked at Shen Qingning with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with being abandoned by her.

"Why do we two have to be so obedient that we can't get tired of each other?"

Shen Qingning asked with a hint of helplessness.

Compared with a love rival, one hundred million is nothing.

"Zicheng, let's discuss the condition."

Hearing this, he smiled and took out a bug from his pocket, shook it and put it back.

Shen Qingning: "Is your condition?"

Hearing this, he put down the spoon in his hand and put his hands on the table: "In simple terms, it's called resource sharing."

"Fang Shanhai returned to China this time not only for his public welfare, but also mainly for a piece of land in B City, Country B that has been abandoned for a long time. It is basically inhabited by local poor people, who are all looking forward to someone taking advantage of the situation to develop it, so that they can demolish one piece of land and get a hundred pieces of land, and become rich overnight."

"Are you going to be the scapegoat?" Shen Qingning asked knowingly.

"Why don't you come? The Shen family's wealth is already ruined enough." He asked with a smile.

Shen Qingning suddenly realized why he felt both familiar and strange when he saw Wen Yan again? Because he was imitating Lin Zicheng! He completely hid his former self and put on the "Lin Zicheng" mask.

A modest nobleman! A smiling tiger! Even the playful tone of "Lin Zicheng" was portrayed by him to perfection.

"Why did Fang Shanhai do this?"

Shen Qingning did not expose Wen Yan's words, but followed his topic and asked.

"What is the purpose of a hunter keeping a dog? Isn't it to let it find the traces of prey?"

"Who are you referring to as hunter?"

“The real mastermind behind this.”

Shen Qingning frowned. Was the real mastermind the fishhook that imitated KN? Or the person who played chess?

"Do you have any other questions? I'm in a good mood today and can answer all of them." Hearing this, he still smiled.

"Wen Yan, do you remember what happened in the fire?"

Lin Zicheng cooked noodles for himself early in the morning and kept Wen Yan in front of him. It must be more than just sharing resources. He also wanted him to remember what he said at the ramen stall that day.

Why didn't he ask himself?

Hearing Shen Qingning's question, the hypocritical smile just now instantly turned into a sinister smile: "Zicheng asked you to ask, why didn't he come and ask me in person?"

The deep voice was filled with violent possessiveness.

The words I heard now overlapped with the words I heard during my student days.

Shen Qingning seemed to understand why Lin Zicheng didn't ask in person.

Because he couldn't face what he heard during his student days, just like he couldn't face himself not being able to remember anything.

Shen Qingning didn't say anything, just quietly looked at Wen Yan, who was emitting a cruel aura.

After a while, he returned to his previous kind appearance after hearing this.

"You should understand now why he didn't come and ask you in person."

Shen Qingning picked up the coffee and took a sip, frowning slightly. It seemed that he liked drinking tea more now.

"Oh..." Hearing this, he sighed softly, "That fire burned everything, including my most important things."

"I only remember that Zicheng found me in the hills behind the campus. I don't remember anything else. I don't even remember how I felt when everyone mocked me for being just a stake in the game."

"When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital in the UK. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what happened at that time."

"I have tried many methods, but to no avail. The memory of that day is like being poured with thick cement, completely blocked, and I can't remember anything."

His eyes became a little dazed when he heard that, and then he smiled bitterly.

"Zicheng is the same as you."

Shen Qingning didn't notice at all that when he finished speaking, an almost morbid ecstasy flashed across his eyes.

After the two left the cafe, an overly good-looking boy wearing a white sweatshirt with Mickey Mouse printed on it and dark jeans walked in, followed by a young man who looked very similar to the boy.

"Who did you set a trap for? Why did you make me wait until now?" Lin Ziyi ordered coffee with ease.

Lin Zicheng patted his head lovingly and replied, "No."

Lin Ziyi glanced at him calmly and reminded him, "It's only been a month since the last whipping."