The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

It was a cold night.

Even though the temperature in this city is slightly higher than other cities, it has cooled down on time as winter has arrived.

Cheng Qing leaned against the car body and blew out his last puff of smoke. Finally, he could not stand the severe cold. He threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his leather shoes, then gathered the lapels of his suit with both hands.

"Looks like I'll have to put on my coat and stay here tomorrow." He said to himself, exhaling white mist in the dark night. He couldn't help but shudder. He turned around and was about to go back into the car when he saw a pretty figure out of the corner of his eye.

He immediately chased after him.

"Little guy, I finally got to see you today."

He waited downstairs of Song Nian's building for three full days. Song Nian had no other activities except going to school and the company.

But the quieter she was, the more he felt something was wrong.

How could a girl of eighteen or nineteen not socialize? But having to keep an eye on her and be on guard against weekly meetings was a bit difficult.

When he finds any useful information, he will definitely make a killing from her!

Zhou Hui made up his mind, gathered his clothes and strode after him.

Unfortunately, it was another wasted trip.

Song Nian went downstairs to the convenience store, bought some vegetarian food and went back upstairs, and was almost discovered by her.

Cheng Qing hurriedly stopped, turned around, and sneaked into the fruit shop next door. The large glass on the wall of the fruit shop used to create visual effects just happened to reflect his car, and he also happened to see the half-grown child struggling to get through his car window.

"Oops."

I was in a hurry just now, so I didn't close the car window and the car door didn't seem to be locked.

Inside the briefcase was his notebook, filled with client information and appeal materials that would soon be presented in court.

"Boy, stop!"

Cheng Qing shouted loudly across the road, then stepped over the guardrail and ran towards the car.

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy paused when he heard the roar, but he also gained courage. He exerted force and half of his body got into the car body and grabbed the brown briefcase on the passenger seat. Just when Cheng Qing was blocked by a taxi, he ran in the opposite direction with all his strength.

"My bag!"

Cheng Qing was so angry that he cursed, and he had no choice but to chase after him.

The child was very fast, but he was wearing leather shoes and a suit and couldn't take a fast step.

I had been freezing all night and had no strength left, and now I couldn't bear it any more.

Cheng Qing gasped, pressed his hands on his knees, looked at the child's back, and shouted: "I'll give you money, five thousand, no, ten thousand yuan in cash, you throw my bag across the street."

The child paused, but after a moment's hesitation, he started running again, all the way to the underground garage downstairs of Song Nian's house.

"Damn it, you forced me to do this."

Seeing that this little thief was so shameless, Cheng Qing was furious. He called the police and chased after him. Even though the other party was a minor, he would make him pay the most serious price.

Dare to steal his things.

Don't even ask what he does for a living!

"Boy, are you lost?"

Seeing the boy in a blue baseball jersey and overalls of the same color swaying from side to side a hundred meters away, not knowing which direction to run, Cheng Qing laughed and put all his strength into chasing him.

The young man panicked and suddenly rushed into an open warehouse. He reached out and grabbed something. He ran out again and almost ran into Cheng Qing. He threw the briefcase in his hand behind him and ran in the opposite direction.

"Stinky boy."

Cheng Qing spat, went into the warehouse to get his briefcase, and was about to turn around to chase the man, but the garage door had been closed automatically at this time.

"Boy, open the door!"

He was almost out.

Unfortunately, the electric rolling door was moving too fast, and the action of picking up the bag delayed his escape, so he was locked inside.

"Ten thousand yuan, where is the cash?"

Outside the door, the child's tender voice was a little hoarse. Was he in the voice change period?

"You're still so young, and you're not just stealing, you're also blackmailing?" Cheng Qing snorted, holding his briefcase and standing in front of the locked roller shutter door. "Do you know how long you'll be sentenced for these two crimes?"

"Humph!"

No extra words were spoken outside. There was only a ding sound, and a layer of transparent glass suddenly fell in front of the rolling door. The originally clear sound of footsteps outside seemed to be suddenly blocked out.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

No matter how Cheng Qing shouted, there was no sound coming from outside, and he could not hear any other sound except his own heavy breathing.

The reason all the warehouses in high-end residential complexes are equipped with anti-theft glass is because last year, a wealthy second-generation family member stored tens of millions of cash in his own warehouse, which was stolen. He sued the property management company and the developer on behalf of his entire family, and that same night the developer purchased anti-theft glass and installed it in every warehouse.

Over the past six months, local developers and property management companies have followed suit in order to increase fees and provide residents with a better living experience.

It was he who originally handled the lawsuit against the rich second generation, and it was he who proposed this ridiculous proposal.

I didn't expect to shoot myself in the foot today.

What absurdity!

Cheng Qing was so angry that he laughed at himself. After trying to shout a few more times but getting no response, he sat on the ground in complete frustration.

I checked the briefcase first. There was no sign of it being opened and no documents inside were missing.

It seems that the cash in the car is likely to be lost. It doesn't matter, he doesn't care about that little money, but if it gets out that a big lawyer is trapped in the warehouse, his reputation will be ruined.

Got to try to call for help.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qing took out his cell phone and was about to call for help, but for a long time he didn't know who to call.

A police officer? Then his tragic photo will be on the headlines of tomorrow's news.

Song Nian?

Wouldn't that be telling her openly that he was spying on her?

friend?

As a lawyer, there are no real friends.

If you need him as a friend, it means you are in trouble. No one wants to have someone like him in their address book.

So who should I look for?

He couldn't just sit in this warehouse all night.

He will freeze to death.

Now that I think about it, that thief was incredibly clever. In such a short time, he'd found the remote key to the warehouse, tricked him in, and locked the door. How come the whole process seemed like it had been rehearsed in advance?

He admitted that he was suspicious by nature, and because of his job, he always had some occupational diseases, but... could a child really be that smart?

Cheng Qing sneered, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and prepared to smoke it without caring whether smoking was prohibited here. He saw the smoke alarm out of the corner of his eye, spat "Damn it", and threw the cigarette aside indignantly.

He would be even more confused if the fire department came.

In short, no one must know that he is imprisoned here!

Cheng Qing took a deep breath and tried hard to calm himself down. He took out his cell phone and looked at it again and again, then put it in his pocket anxiously.

Suddenly, he thought of Song Nian.

She said that day she was trapped in the warehouse, the electronic lock was broken and she couldn't get out, and her cell phone happened to be out of battery.

At that time, he was still in doubt. He and the police captain had been searching back and forth for two hours. As long as she hadn't fainted, they could have heard the sound and rescued her. But how could they have not heard any movement for so long? The wound on her neck was so small that she would not have fainted from excessive blood loss.

This means that he had been wrong about Song Nian all along.