Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Qin Wu makes his move.

His face was expressionless beneath the mask.

"Looks like the talks fell through." His tone was emotionless. "What a shame."

"Mr. Qin, are you really not going to reconsider?" The Undead Demon said, "After all, I am a public figure. I don't have many fans, but I have some everywhere. If you keep pestering Ye Shiyi like this, I can draw another comic based on the facts."

"...What do you want to draw?" Qin Wu laughed, "A picture of a man clinging to a woman? Or a picture of a captivity seven years ago with no evidence left? Even if someone comes to investigate, do you think they can find anything related to her in a place that has long been burned to ashes?"

"It seems that the Qin family has been prepared for a long time."

"A family that is good at doing bad things is always ready to eliminate evidence. If it weren't for this, do you think someone like Ye Kong would not have taken the initiative to come back to seek revenge on the Qin family for so many years? Because she knew she had no evidence. When she was in the Qin family, she could not use electronic products. The books she read every day were checked by someone. Every inch of land she walked on in the Qin family was monitored by someone at any time. The blood drawn from her body has long been integrated with me. The doctor went abroad and there is no record in the medical book. Even the ward where the blood was drawn has become a guest room that has housed many people. As for the greenhouse where she lived, it will be completely transformed today. She once appeared in the Qin family, but she did not leave any traces."

"Oh, maybe there is someone who remembers her and is willing to help her." He suddenly seemed to think of something and smiled at the Undead Demon, "But if she really plans to do that, she might die of illness or accident at any time - I don't think Ye Kong would want to see that scene."

"..."

"Also," Qin Wu said with a smile, "Although the ladies at the ball all wore skirts and had no place to hide their phones or recorders, just in case you don't know, people like me who are good at doing bad things always carry signal blocking devices with me on special occasions."

He pulled a small, flashing white object from his suit pocket and put it aside.

On the other side of the earplugs, "Ye Kong", who had long discovered the disconnection, was wrapped in a blanket brought by the servant. He was shivering in the cold wind and hesitating anxiously. He wanted to go in and see what was going on with the Undead Demon, but he remembered her words and did not dare to act rashly.

——"It is much more difficult to play Ye Kong than to play the Undead Demon, because no one here knows the Undead Demon, but there are many people who know Ye Kong and even have some understanding of her, so you should try to avoid the crowd and don't stay at the dance unless necessary."

Under the mask, Zhu Qiangwei frowned, picked up her cell phone and checked the time. The second hand jumped to half past six.

She thought about it and decided to do as Ye Kong said and sent a pre-edited text message to a certain number using Ye Kong's mobile phone.

·

When Wen Can received the message, he was contacting Secretary Fei.

Because of the rules set by Qin Wu, no one except guests could get on the boat, so Secretary Fei was left on the shore.

But of course, a bodyguard cannot be too far away from his employer, so in fact Secretary Fei was sitting on another speedboat, riding the waves in the direction of the cruise ship.

But I was still a little surprised to receive Wen Can's call at this time.

"Bring more people?"

"Maybe I'm just being overly suspicious." Wen Can said calmly, "But just to be on the safe side, you should hire another boat."

He left some people on the shore.

——Wen Can has always been like this. Since many years ago, he has been surrounded by a large number of bodyguards wherever he goes.

It’s not that he is afraid of death, but the time has not come yet. No one can decide his life or death, or the life or death of the people he cares about.

Before I hung up, my phone vibrated twice.

He glanced down and clicked on it immediately without even hanging up the call.

【Don't go to the dance, come meet me on the deck. 】

It's Ye Kong's style.

So cold and decisive, without even any explanation, as if he was sure that he also understood it.

Wen Can stared at the screen for a long time, let out a long breath, maneuvered his wheelchair to the bathroom, fixed his hair and collar in front of the mirror, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he picked up his cane, put it behind the wheelchair, and went to the door.

Unexpectedly, before I opened the door, someone knocked on it and came in.

"A-chan, Dad is here to pick you up in person."

Wen Rong pushed people out without saying anything.

Wen Can silently gripped the armrest, but said calmly: "I'm not going to the dance."

"Why don't you want to go again? Dad has someone to introduce to you. Do you remember the immortal demon who sat next to you at the auction today? He's your mother's favorite cartoonist."

"..."

"Dad wants to ask you for help with something... As you know, the company has been busy cooperating with the Qin family recently, and the development of the copyright of her works is a major project in the cooperation. But now this most important copyright has been taken away by someone..."

"Do you still want her to regret selling it to you?" Wen Can sneered, "The contract was signed at the auction."

"How could it be? Is Dad such a bad person?" Wen Rong immediately protested for himself, and then said, "I just thought that Qunxing had no hope, but doesn't she have other works? Besides, such a talented cartoonist will probably have more amazing works in the future. I just offended her in the heat of the moment at the auction. She probably doesn't want to cooperate with me anymore, so I want you, A-chan, to help Dad save some impression points."

Seeing the elevator getting closer, Wen Can frowned slightly and pressed the wheel to stop the wheelchair from moving forward: "I'm not going to the dance."

Wen Rong paused, and an extremely unhappy expression appeared on his face under the mask, but when he opened his mouth, his tone was very calm: "Really?"

He said, "But I seemed to have seen Ye Kong at the dance. Just before he came up to pick you up, I saw Qin Wu walking towards her. I don't know what he wanted to do."

"..."Wen Can's hand loosened.

The wheelchair was pushed into the elevator.

The metal door slowly closed, blocking Wen Can's slightly frowned face.

He looked down at his lap, where a black mask lay.

After staring for a moment, he picked up the mask and put it on his face.

With a ding, the elevator arrived and the door opened.

·

The signal between the earbuds is cut.

The people on the deck, shivering in the cold wind, could not hear anything.

The third earplug, whose existence Ye Kong was unaware of, also could not hear any sound.

The earbud was in the ear of a mysterious woman.

And this woman, wearing a simple dress and a plain mask, was sitting on a sofa with her back straight.

The sofa is for the orchestra to rest. It faces the set of tables and chairs that have been temporarily transformed into a Go table, and is less than three meters away from the two people who are playing Go.

The high back of the sofa completely blocked her head, as well as her uncontrollable, slightly trembling body.

Under the mask, that beautiful face was pale, and her constricted pupils were filled with confusion and disbelief.

Imprisonment seven years ago... the blood-drawing ward...

What does all this mean?