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Chapter 44 I only have one son (Please recommend)
"get out!"

He looked down at the two people kneeling on the ground, and knew that not finding the murderer would not matter much to them.

So he waved his hand, signaling the two to leave.

See this scene.

The two men retreated obediently immediately as if they had been pardoned.

Wait until the two of them leave.

When no one is in the house.

Lu Mingshi's originally straight back bent down, and his energy seemed to be drained away in an instant.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the spacious and clean floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating half of his face.

It made his expression seem a little unpredictable.

half an hour.

A slightly hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"I only have this one son. Normally, I hold him in my mouth for fear that he will melt, and I hold him in my hands for fear that he will fall. I give him whatever he wants, but you dare to kill him. No matter where you are, I will find you!"

Lu Mingzhong looked grim.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He stood up with the help of a chair and walked towards the bookshelf on the side with slightly heavy steps.

The bookshelf is made of dark brown solid wood, and the wood texture is clearly visible.

The books on it were neatly arranged, some were brand new, with sharp corners, as if they had never been read.

Some of them are a little old and have slightly curled pages.

There are signs of wear on the spine and edges, and it is obvious that the book has been read and referenced many times.

The bookshelf at this moment is illuminated by the setting sun shining in from the window.

Half of the bookshelf is bathed in light, while the other half is hidden in darkness.

He looked around and finally landed on that dark spot.

He walked forward, reached out and pulled out a mythological book called "Fengtu Ji".

The book was very new, and even had a thin layer of dust on it, obviously not having been read for a long time.

What is striking is that the book is extremely thick, with pages about ten centimeters wide.

Lu Mingzhong opened the book and saw a rectangular groove in the center of the page.

In the groove, a palm-sized gray flip-top old-fashioned phone lay quietly.

Lu Mingzhong reached out and took it, pressing and holding the power button.

After a few seconds of simple boot animation, the phone turns on.

He opened the address book and found only one unmarked contact.

Lu Mingzhong looked at the number, raised his finger and paused for a moment, but finally pressed the dial button.

beep...

After a few seconds of waiting, the call was connected.

Tick!
Suddenly, there was a dripping sound from the opposite side, like liquid dripping on the ground.

"What's the matter with me?"

A pleasant female voice came from the other side, but the sound was a little unclear, as if the mouth was chewing something.

"I want you to help me find the person who killed my son!"

Lu Mingzhong held the microphone further away from his ear, as if he was afraid of something. Then he described the general situation.

There was silence on the other side for a while.

"It's not difficult. I can help you, but what are you willing to pay?"

"In West City, there is an orphanage that is on the verge of closing down. I bought it a while ago. The children in this kind of orphanage have no parents, and no one would care even if they died."

Lu Mingzhong was obviously prepared for this, although he only spoke halfway.

But both of them understood the meaning.

"Haha, that's right, you really didn't let me down, and my help to you was worth it.

I will come to you later and prepare your son's personal belongings."

A crisp laugh was heard, and it was obvious that the other party was in a very good mood.

Just by listening to the voice, one can roughly imagine that the other person is a beauty.

However, Lu Mingzhong did not have any unnecessary fantasies.

Of course, it’s not that he’s too old.

It was because he knew exactly what kind of person he was talking to. After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingzhong breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of uneasiness on his face.

What others knew about him.

All we know is that he was involved in gangs when he was young, and made his fortune by opening bars, bathhouses and casinos.

But no one knows the real reason why he was able to go from a poor boy to where he is today.

Although his hard-working character played a role in this, only he himself understood that these were not the key factors.

After all, the real reason was that he met the person in front of him when he was young.

It was a day more than 20 years ago, and it was raining.

Due to some issues of interest, the society he belonged to and the rival society agreed to have a fight at a certain alley entrance.

In that kind of chaotic situation, no matter how experienced and agile you are.

There is no guarantee of one's own safety.

Basically, their heads are hanging on their belts and they may die at any time.

Of course he is no exception.

In the melee.

After chopping down one person, one was careless.

He was stabbed from behind with a machete by someone unknown.

As the fight between the group of people got farther and farther away, no one cared about his life or death.

He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and tried to struggle to get up, but was unable to do so.

He could clearly feel that his life was entering the countdown.

however.

At this moment of his death, he vaguely saw a figure slowly walking towards him in the rain.

The other party just squatted down and covered his body with his hands, and the originally fatal wound was healed in a few breaths.

This strange method once made him think that he had met a god.

However, as time goes by, the contact with each other increases, the status gradually increases, and the information obtained becomes increasingly rich.

Only then did he realize that what he encountered was not a god, but a real devil.

……

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his memories.

now.

At the end of the city outside the window, as the last ray of light in the sky disappeared, the earth fell into darkness.

Night falls.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in the office in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the building.

The figure appeared so suddenly, as if it had always been there.

The figure was wearing a black dress, had a slender waist, and had a silver bracelet on her right wrist.

Looking up, the woman was wearing a pure black mask on her face, with only a pair of indifferent eyes revealed, making it impossible to see her full appearance.

"Sir, you are here!"

See this.

Lu Mingzhong, who was originally sitting on a chair, quickly stood up, his face respectful, even with a hint of nervousness and caution.

More than 20 years have passed since he first met the other party.

He has changed from a vigorous young man to a man in his fifties.

Although she has undergone maintenance, she looks to be in her forties at most.

However, the decline in various physical fitness indicators can no longer be compared with those of real young people.

Although I couldn't see the other person's face clearly, I could tell from the tight and smooth skin on his exposed arm, his young voice, and his identity.

Let him understand that the other person is still as young as ever, and time seems to have left no trace on him.

"Well, where is the thing? Do you have a photo of that person?"

The woman's voice came out calmly.

"some."

Lu Mingzhong quickly took out the things that had been prepared in advance, a photo and a white shirt.

"This is the murderer of my son! I heard that he is a murderer on the run. Dozens of people have died at his hands, and he has not been caught yet. So I have to trouble you!"

(End of this chapter)