But what love can a gold master buy?

Shen Tinglan stayed up all night reviewing, and the next day when he walked out of the air-conditioned room, he caught the wind and really caught a cold.

He memorized everything, and occasionally he couldn't remember it. A glance at the cheat sheet was enough to remember a large section, so he finally finished answering the paper in a daze.

After handing in the paper, he staggered back to the car, feeling his throat was already sore.

Reluctantly driving the car back to the apartment, Shen Tinglan felt that he was going crazy from the pain.Slowly pouring water for himself, taking several cold medicines, and taking lozenges to clear his throat, he took off his coat and fell asleep.

This time he slept very deeply, as if he had fallen into quicksand, falling deeply and rapidly.

Until the phone rings and wakes him up.

Shen Tinglan touched the phone, frowned and forcefully opened his eyes, and found that it was a detective calling, so he picked it up: "Cough... hello?"

"Hello?" Hearing that his voice was not right, he asked cautiously, "Is this the client, Mr. Shen?"

"It's me," Shen Tinglan closed his eyes and said softly, "When you find something, tell me quickly."

After confirming his tone, the detective immediately said: "At present, it seems that [-]% of the fire incident was related to Jinhai Real Estate. Although the final investigation concluded that the old electrical appliances caught fire, the time of the fire is very strange."

"strangeness?"

"Yes, the residents in that area all work in several nearby factories and companies. The fire started just after noon. Everyone was at work, and no one was at home. Some shops in the surrounding streets were not busy at this point, and most of them were closed for lunch. Come on, so no one noticed until the fire was quite big, but not many people were injured at the same time, and they were all minor injuries."

Shen Tinglan agreed with his statement in his heart - the house burned down, but the people were basically fine. This kind of coincidence is probably hard to explain apart from man-made.

"Wait, what real estate did you just say?"

"Gold Sea Real Estate."

Shen Tinglan shuddered under the quilt: "What gold and what sea?"

"Golden gold, the sea of ​​the ocean." There was a voice flipping through the papers, "Their leader is Shen Hai...how, do you know him?"

Shen Tinglan froze.

More than just knowing.

Shen Dahai is his father.

How—how did it become the... reason for the bankruptcy of the orphanage?Did Wei Li say that the relationship between them would not last long because he knew this?Is it because of this that you can't stand it for a day and leave him?

"Hello? Mr. Shen? Are you still on the phone? Hello?"

"...Yes." Shen Tinglan replied mechanically, "Have you found out anything else?"

"No, that's all." The detective replied, "Wei Li is a follow-through person. He usually doesn't go to strange places. He usually meets people who are not suspicious, such as colleagues, neighbors, and teachers from the school. Category."

"Understood. You stay with him for another week and see if there are any strange people wandering around him. If there is nothing wrong, then you don't need to follow him anymore."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Tinglan immediately called his father.

In fact, it should have been dialed long ago. He wanted to ask about the credit card yesterday, but was left behind in order to prepare for the exam, and the current matter is more important than the credit card, so he must understand it clearly!

However, a strange thing happened again, and there was only a stereotyped female voice on the phone:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is an empty number, please check and dial again. Sorry, the number you dial doesn't exist..."

Shen Tinglan was shocked, put down the phone and checked the number, made sure that he did not dial the wrong number, and repeated the call several times, still the same.

He was a little panicked, and hurriedly called some of Shen Haihai's cronies, but the result was the same, all the numbers were empty.

"how come……"

Shen Tinglan's heart fell into an abyss, and the abyss had no bottom. An ominous premonition pierced his temple like a sharp edge, forcing him to jump up. Before he could put on his shoes, he ran towards the entrance, trampling on the floor. Ring—he's going home!

Opening the door and rushing outside, he shivered from the cold, but instead of turning around to get his coat, he ran to the elevator more quickly.

He almost smashed the elevator button with his fist. Fortunately, the elevator door came quickly, otherwise he might have smashed it into a piece of scrap metal.

After getting off the elevator, he ran out at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, but when he passed by the guard room outside the building, he was stopped: "Young man, I have a letter from you!"

letter?

These days, who will write to themselves?

Shen Tinglan barely stopped, and turned back to take the letter from the guard.

There was no writing on the envelope, only two crooked seal patterns, which looked childish at first glance, as if a child had pressed them on, but Shen Tinglan recognized the seal at a glance - the set of maple wood seals was made by him when he was four years old. My birthday present was very precious at the time, and I didn't throw it away when I grew up, and kept it at home...

So the person who sent the letter must be Shen Dahai!

Shen Tinglan grabbed the letter and kept an eye on it, so she asked the guard, "Where's the messenger?"

The doorman stretched his arm out of the window and pointed: "I've been gone for a few minutes."

Shen Tinglan was anxious: "Is he a man or a woman? What does he look like?"

"The man is thin, not tall, and wearing a black padded jacket." The guard recalled for a moment, and when he saw that he was about to chase him, he persuaded him loudly from behind, "Young man, everyone has gone far, you chase him like this." Go out and be careful of catching a cold!"

Shen Tinglan knew that he had good intentions, but he couldn't stop - it's better if he can catch a little clue now, it's better than being completely kept in the dark!

However, what the doorman said was right. He chased out of the gate of the community, and there were no traces of that person in the street.

Shen Tinglan ran back upstairs with the letter in his hand, tore open the envelope as soon as the door was closed, and sat on the floor of the entrance to read the letter.

The letter was handwritten, with few lines, many typos, and messy handwriting. It was obviously written in a hurry, but it was still understandable, and it was definitely Shen Dahai's handwriting.

Shen Dahai told him that there was a problem with the company's capital chain, and he went to a safe place to avoid the limelight and find a solution.Let him spend money quickly recently, and don't run around when he has nothing to do.He also said that he hired a bodyguard to follow him secretly, so that he could wait for his return with peace of mind.

The meaning of the whole article is just so little, all the key points are unclear, and there is not even a contact method left.

Shen Tinglan read it several times over and over again, imitating how to hold the letter paper up to the light and then to the fire on TV, but there was no other information.

Seeing the end, he felt a kind of bewilderment and vague fear.

Since he was a child, he has never been "tight with money", but now he suddenly heard this sentence, almost felt astonished.But Shen Dahai reassured him, it can be seen that there is still room for improvement, he just needs to wait.

The credit card can't be used anymore. Shen Tinglan checked the money in the savings card. The New Year's money was basically used to buy the piano, and a few thousand was left as the rest. Added up with the balance of another card, it was about [-] to [-]. As long as he doesn't go out to play, it's enough for him to hang out for two or three months, but it's not enough, he can go to the art gallery to pay a little money for it.

It seems that the issue of expenses can be put aside for the time being. Shen Tinglan is more concerned about how the company made a mistake. Could it be related to the fire many years ago?

It was an eventful period, and all kinds of weird and weird things rushed to him. He was like a cloud, and he didn't feel that he was whimsical at all. On the contrary, he felt that he was very reasonable.

So he thought deeply according to a set of fallacies, the more he thought about it, the more his heart was pierced.Thinking of how in the middle of the night, he walked all over the room like a madman, with a wailing in his throat, and he was about to vomit blood-fate was so unfair to him, every time he became hard, serious, and tried his best to keep someone Every now and then, an invisible hand would appear somewhere, dragging those people away from him involuntarily, why!Why!

Everywhere you look is Wei Li's shadow.

In the bedroom, the Christmas socks hanging beside the bed have not been taken off yet, half of the trophy headband is inserted in and half is exposed, and the five-color lights can flash when you press it.

In the living room, the roses are scattered, and the edges of the soft petals have turned brown.

Hope and disappointment assaulted Shen Tinglan alternately, making his mood fluctuate forever.When the ups and downs reached peaks and troughs, he felt a desire that was close to destruction, wanting to smash everything in the house.

In the end, he didn't smash the house, he only "smashed" the keys.

He turned the piano score to the song "Saber Dance" that he hated playing the most when he was a child, and then poured all his energy into his fingers, playing the piano as if beating someone.

The resonant piano sound was sharp and high, the rhythm was extremely fast, and the melody was tense and intense. It repeated for a long time, and his fingers gradually began to heat up, but he continued to play, and continued to play...

When she was exhausted and could no longer lift her hands, Shen Tinglan turned down the cover of the piano and let her two weakened arms hang down.

He was tired, weary, and calmed down.

Mother passed away, but Wei Li did not die.If people are not dead, things still have a chance to change.It is enough to make up for mistakes, one day, two days, one month, two months, or even one year or two, Wei Li is not unreasonable, he will always accept himself one day.

He didn't think about the big problem of future life, so he waited for his father to come back, figured out the cause of the matter, and then compared his thoughts.During this period, you still have to read the books that should be read. Wei Li hopes that he will read, and he also needs to graduate; ... Now it's just going a little far away temporarily, and there will be a day when I will come back.

Shen Tinglan believed so firmly and waited, but what he waited for three days later was a phone call.

Manager Xiao of the art gallery resigned.

At the same time, his colleagues and a direct supervisor also resigned with him.

This also means that the art museum cannot continue to operate, and it is only a matter of time before the remaining employees leave-they are probably waiting for the last salary.

If it can still be issued.

There are only two or three old people in the library who are struggling to support them. They were working in the library when Mrs. Shen was still there. Without them, Shen Tinglan couldn't even find a reason to keep the staff, and couldn't say it.

Because he had used up a lot of energy just to encourage himself to look forward and live in peace.

But to break the calm, sometimes only a short sentence is needed.

"Is it Shen Tinglan? Please cooperate with us to investigate in the bureau."

[The author has something to say: Please follow the "[Piano] Saber Dance Music" at station b for the rest of this chapter.

(The mystery will be revealed soon)]