I want to be your white moonlight

Two years ago, in the basement of a London mansion.

Gao Zhen dismissed the people around Lin Xiang with an excuse. In the huge cold basement, Gao Zhen quietly walked to Lin Xiang's side.

Lin Xiang was half awake, half asleep, half-closed eyes, looking drowsy.

Gao Zhen picked him up from the iron chair and carefully put him back on the single bed in the corner.

"Uncle Gao..." Lin Xiang noticed something, her pale fingers trembled, and her eyes slowly opened wide.

Gao Zhen looked at the red marks on his wrists and ankles, and whispered in a coaxing tone, "Hey, here, what's the matter?"

"Huo Sirong, what's the matter?" Lin Xiang asked blankly, Gao Zhen was taken aback: "Huo Sirong, who is it?"

"Ex-wife." Lin Xiang turned her back to him: "Forget it. Uncle Gao, what you said last time, about my mother, is it true?"

Gao Zhen didn't have time to pay attention to the ex-wife Lin Xiang was talking about. He leaned over and half squatted beside Lin Xiang, held his hand and squeezed it. I have stayed in the Lin family these years, and have been waiting for you to come back."

"You have been at the Lin family for so long, are you not afraid that Lin Qishan will deal with you?" Lin Xiang asked back.

Gao Zhen smiled: "Uncle Gao is not easy to deal with."

"Two years..." Lin Xiang gritted his teeth, "Give me two years."

From a flightless young eagle to a falcon with sharp claws, it seems that the weak self has quietly passed away with the passage of time.

He learned to paralyze Lin Qishan with eating, drinking and having fun without a teacher, so that his vigilance could be reduced to the minimum, and then he kept secret.

"If I can go back one day, I want to see the look of regret on his face."

In the endless night, at Heathrow Airport, Lin Xiang embarked on the flight home with his backpack in his arms.

·

In front of the stone square outside the village in Huojiawan, the moonlight poured down.

"The young master originally didn't intend to involve you in it, but the incident happened suddenly, and Joyce made a sudden attack. Right now, he has no choice but to follow his plan step by step."

Gao Zhen put down his big tea mug, and rarely showed sadness on his always smiling face.

"Is he in danger?" Huo Sirong raised his head, in the darkness, the roof of the carriage was pitch black, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into a huge nothingness.

"Yes." Gao Zhen said, Huo Sirong gasped.

"The Huo family is an empty shell in the country right now, but apart from you and a few high-level officials, no one knows about this matter, especially your father. You'd better sell this empty shell as soon as possible, according to your father's temperament , will definitely buy Huo's back." Gao Zhen analyzed straight to the point.

"He doesn't have that much money." Huo Sirong frowned.

"The young master has already helped him connect with the international financial black market." Gao Zhen played with the handle of the big teapot: "His Weibo post is a signal. My people immediately hooked up with your father. Now they should be signing the pledge contract."

The international financial black market, as the name suggests, is an over-the-counter trading circle corresponding to the international financial market on the bright side, such as the Internet and the dark web. The financial black market is full of high-risk activities, and there are many people who violate international conventions and international laws. .

For example, borrowers who smuggle arms and drugs need capital turnover, so they will go to the black market to play a mortgage or pledge.However, the financial black market has extremely high barriers to entry, and the funds circulating in it are black money that cannot be seen in the sun.

"Mr. Huo is just a plucked pheasant. With his ability, he is not qualified to enter the black market. But with the help of the young master, it is relatively easier for him to get a lot of money." Gao Zhen tapped the cup noodles with his index finger: "As for Director Lin will rely on Mr. Huo."

"How?" Huo Sirong asked without hesitation.

"Forcing Lin Dong to buy Huo's." Gao Zhen said quietly.

Huo Sirong turned his head, his eagle-like eyes caught him, and there was some kind of disbelief in his eyes.

"Your Huo family is the young master's bait, only the fish will bite the bait." Gao Zhen said with a smile.

Huo Sirong suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and a chill rose up his back.

"Mr. Huo will definitely get back the Huo family. He is desperately trying to gather money right now. If you ask Mr. Lin to buy the Huo family at all costs and raise the price, Mr. Huo will put all his money into this bottomless pit."

"If Joyce continues to short Huo's, the money of the three parties will have to be locked up." Gao Zhen leaned back: "The young master knows a friend who is in the Economic Crime Investigation Department of Interpol and waits for the signal that Huo's funds are operating abnormally." He will act immediately."

"I have all the evidence of Dong Lin's illegal activities over the years in my hand. As long as the Economic Investigation Department takes action, it will not be difficult to guide them to pull out the carrots and bring out the mud. When Dong Lin is in jail, the young master will take over the Lin family logically."

Gao Zhen sighed softly: "Two years, just to arrange this game of chess. Mr. Huo, do you understand?"

Huo Sirong was a little dazed. When Gao Zhen asked him back, his whole brain was already in disorder.

He never thought about what kind of person Lin Xiang was.

In his eyes, Lin Er is always a child who can't grow up, loves to play a little temper, once injured, he will fiercely scratch him with his claws.

No matter how many times he explained and how many things he did for him, Lin Er would just scold him for being hypocritical as always.

——"If it wasn't for you, who would dare to treat me like this?" The seemingly arrogant words back then would one day make Huo Sirong feel genuine fear.

Lin Er is a child, but he is small and has the ability to dominate other people's life and death, Huo Sirong's god.

"This game of chess ruined my father, Lynch Hill, and Joey." Mr. Huo smiled bitterly: "Maybe it will... ruin me too."

——"If there are many difficulties and obstacles in the future, will you survive alone?" Huo Sirong asked him, and Lin Xiang asked back: "Will it be more difficult than now?"

No, Huo Sirong thought firmly, because I will accompany you.

The mighty chess game may be able to explain the situation in just a few words, but only when you are in the authorities can you know the difficulties in every step of the way.

"Of course, the young master has also thought about it. Lynch Mountain will not take over Huo's empty shell. He gave you a gift." Gao Zhen flirted with the driver.

The driver presented an old-fashioned straight black shell mobile phone.

"The things inside are enough for Mr. Lin to take over the Huo family."

Huo Sirong pinched Buying's mobile phone in his palm, and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Gao Zhen smiled, the smile was not obvious, clasped his hands, and answered in a hoarse voice: "The video of Mrs. Lin being abused."

Huo Sirong fell silent.

Gao Zhen waved his hand. Today he ran all the way and talked a lot, his old brows gradually showed fatigue.

"Dong Lin always pays attention to his image. He has worked so hard for so many years, never gets married, and acts like he misses his ex-wife. I'm afraid he can't imagine that something that can ruin his reputation will come into your hands."

"If I threaten him with this, can Lynch Shan let me go?" Huo Sirong asked coldly.

Gao Zhen raised his eyebrows lightly: "You can choose to betray the young master."

Huo Sirong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them suddenly. In the darkness, his eyes were full of light.

"Tell Lin Xiang to wait for me." Huo Sirong walked down Lincoln, Gao Zhen remained silent, and said quietly behind him: "I'm afraid the young master won't have so much time to wait for you."

"Joy has a dark web account. If Mr. Huo is free, go and have a look."

The black Lincoln started and ran a hundred miles away in an instant, without the slightest shabby rickety old car.

·

Lin Xiang has read the martial arts novel Joey sent for the fourth time out of boredom.

Lin Xiang couldn't count how many times he had entered the basement. It seemed that all basements were the same, dark, cold, and damp, and all he could see was the cold, decayed gray walls.

He groped to get up from the ground, and the metal shackles made a rustling sound.

The youth's figure became thinner and thinner.

In the pitch-black darkness, a ray of light emerged from the corner. Soon, the sky light faded, and the dim chandelier above the head flickered, clicked to ignite, and the light reflected Joey's face.

Joey was followed by a dark-haired Asian man, carrying a large box full of utensils on his shoulders.

"Liu, prepare to broadcast live." Joey ordered.

The Asian man surnamed Liu heard the sound and put the box on the ground. There was a muffled groan when the bottom of the box hit the ground. He turned the combination lock and opened the box.

Lin Xiang narrowed his eyes, and the box was divided into three layers. The top layer was some small plastic white bottles, which were probably filled with medicines with different effects.

On the next floor, he could only see the corners, which seemed to be tweezers, scalpels and other utensils.

Liu pushed open the first and second floors, and saw a tripod, a bulky notebook, a video camera, and many data cables for different purposes on the bottom floor of the box.

Liu set up the equipment, pointed the camera at Lin Xiang, who was in the enclosure, and clicked into the darknet live broadcast room.

Standing outside the camera range, Joey explained gracefully and gracefully: "This is a new canary I caught, a very beautiful Asian, but not very obedient."

Lin Xiang lowered her head slightly, her gaze was directed at the camera.

"His name is Lin Yan." Joey said with a smile: "Because of having a crush on a man, I am in deep pain. Now I will use the latest drug to clear his memory and help him get rid of the past. The drug will last for a month."

Joey turned his back to the camera and never showed his face.He walked slowly to Lin Xiang's side, his posture was like walking on a stage, indescribably elegant and willful.

"Lin." Joey hugged him with open arms, and whispered in his ear: "This batch of medicine has only been tested on mice, and it doesn't even have a name. Are you afraid?"

Lin Xiang kept a cold face and said nothing.

"I did this for you." Joey patted his face, stroked Lin Xiang's neck and shoulders, and kissed his thumb and throat, extremely lingering.

Joey's expression was painful and excited: "Forget about him, dear."

·

Huo Sirong in front of the laptop screen wanted to smash the computer countless times, but Wen Yao managed to stop him.

The light in the picture is so dim that even Lin Xiang's face is blurred, but his figure is so emaciated that it makes people feel distressed.

How did he come here in the past two years, and why was he still so calm in the face of such a scalp-numbing situation.

If it was Lin Xiang from two years ago, he would definitely be trembling with fear.

Huo Sirong couldn't imagine it, just thinking about it made his heart feel like a knife was piercing him.

He stretched out his hand, and slowly and heavily pressed his fingertips against Lin Xiang's face, stroking gently, but only the touch of the hot screen became more real.

Lin Xiang was not by his side, Huo Sirong stared closely at the young man in the picture, his chest was oppressed like a mountain.

"We must drag down Lin Qishan as soon as possible and rescue Lin Er." Wen Yao couldn't bear it.

Huo Sirong nodded heavily: "Let's go to the United States."

Wen Yao closed the notebook, and the two stepped onto the gangway of the plane. The black windbreaker was swept away by the strong wind, and finally melted into the darkness.

A week later, Lynch Shan and Huo Lao will compete for the Huo family, and they will raise a sky-high price.

Half a month later, the Economic Investigation Department of Interpol, the CIA and the National Security Economic Investigation Division jointly launched a joint operation, using Lin Qishan and Huo Lao as clues to crack down on the international financial black market.

The international financial crisis came at just the right time. Lynch Shan made a major mistake in his investment decision-making, and his funds were locked up. He personally fell into a wife abuse scandal.

The Lin family declared bankruptcy, and his son Lin Xiang took over the remaining property after the funds were cleared.

Joey of the Earl of Lancaster's family was reported and arrested on suspicion of killing Zhou Ling, a native of country Z, and was extradited to the UK for trial according to the treaty between the two countries.

On the day Joey boarded the plane, Huo Sirong and Wen Yao hurried back from the United States.

The blond-haired and gray-eyed man was surrounded by a group of policemen, and he was particularly embarrassed.Joey recognized Huo Sirong, and gave him an unsuspecting smile.

"Where is he?" Huo Sirong roared angrily through the thick wall of people.

"He forgot about you." Joey laughed wildly, and he mocked Huo Sirong very firmly: "He will never think of you again! You deserve it!"

If the police hadn't tried their best to stop him, Huo Sirong would have rushed up and beat Joey up again, not to mention killing him.

No matter how desperately Huo Sirong asked, Joey never revealed anything.No one knows where Lin Xiang is now, and Huo Sirong can't imagine how he is doing now.

Dark web live streaming continues.

Ningbei Public Security Bureau Command Center.

The rough yellow and white curtain magnifies Lin Xiang's face. He pokes in the corner hesitantly and ignorantly, with his hands and feet bound, looking at the camera with doubts on his face.

He seemed to want to go forward, but because his hands and feet were trapped, he could only spin violently on the spot, like a desperate little beast, even its claws were worn out, but it had to scratch the rough iron bars of the cage.

Joey's medicine finally hurt Lin Xiang's sanity.

Lin Xiang turned around twice, turned his head to look at the wall, his eyes showed doubts, there was a line written on the wall, and he read out slowly: "The Great Sage is in the East China Sea."

He slapped the wall with both hands, then raised his foot and kicked hard, but the wall remained motionless. Lin Xiang squatted back down, opened his mouth and yawned, and muttered softly, "I'm so hungry."

The title of the darknet live broadcast room only has two big bloody characters: Forget.

Bloody, swaggering, eerie.

One stroke at a time, like countless knives, pierced Huo Sirong's heart, and then disemboweled him, cutting him into thousands of pieces.

——"Lin Er, you play Monkey King, and I play Wuzhishan." That night, Huo Sirong hugged him and said so, he did not allow Lin Xiang to refute, and pierced his body.

What was Lin Xiang thinking at that time?

Nothing but hatred, nothing but hatred.

"The Great Sage is in the East China Sea." Huo Sirong turned his head and said to the captain of the criminal police detachment in charge of the case: "It's near the East China Sea, let's investigate."

After sound analysis of the live video, it can be concluded from the faint sound of the sea that the other party is locked up closer to the sea.

According to the clues provided by Lin Xiang himself, the target area was greatly reduced, and the police from all over the country joined forces to start a large-scale, fishing net-style salvage search.

The day before Lin Xiang's location was confirmed, Huo Sirong received a threatening phone call. The other party used a voice changer and said in a bitterly cold tone, "Go to hell."

Huo Sirong hung up the phone, and the criminal police detachment called to inform him that Lin Xiang's whereabouts had been found out, and the police immediately launched a rescue.

Huo Sirong quickly walked out of the hotel with his mobile phone in hand.

The weather was just right that day. In the morning of early autumn, the air was filled with coolness and soft moisture.

Next to the hotel is a crossroads, oncoming vehicles are waiting for a red light.

Huo Sirong glanced at the green light for pedestrians, and stepped onto the sidewalk.

The weather changed drastically, a long wind from nowhere swept in, the leaves rustled, dark clouds covered the huge sun for an instant, and the sky sank into darkness.

"Be careful!!!" the woman screamed.

A private car with a dark red deck rushed out of the curve, like a flaming spear.

The car body wrapped in a ferocious force, and with lightning speed, it pierced Huo Sirong, who was suddenly unconscious——