sinovels Chapter 195 The crisis has temporarily subsided, but undercurrents are still surging.
Chapter 195 The crisis has temporarily subsided, but undercurrents are still surging.
"He's just a piece of trash. Let's go, honey, let's go pick up that little glutton who's been crying for milk powder."
Lin Zhou turned off the screen without batting an eye.
Su Qingge looked at him suspiciously.
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
Lin Zhou casually stuffed his phone into his pocket, the movement so natural that he didn't pause for a moment.
"These days, promotional text messages are so insensitive."
"They actually asked me if I wanted to buy a cemetery plot in the suburbs."
"How unlucky this joyous day is."
Su Qingge couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"If this salesman knew that the person he was trying to sell to had just mobilized tens of billions of dollars, he would probably be scared to death."
As she spoke, she walked to her desk and tidied her bag.
The thrilling business battle that just took place seemed to have come to a complete end with the passing of my father.
But Lin Zhou's heart was sinking lower and lower.
On the surface, he still wore that nonchalant, lazy smile.
He even stepped forward and helped Su Qingge carry her limited edition Hermes bag.
But only he himself knows.
The moment he saw that headline, his blood ran cold.
seven years ago.
car accident.
That was the deepest, most painful, and most vague fragment of memory left to him by the original owner of this body.
Lin Zhou is a time traveler.
When he took over this body, the original owner had just gone through a long and painful rehabilitation period.
Regarding the tragic car accident that changed the original owner's life trajectory.
The images in his mind were pitifully few.
rainy night.
Mountain road.
The piercing noise of the tires.
There's also a brake pedal that, when you step on it, is as hard as a piece of cast iron and doesn't react at all.
He had always thought it was just an accident.
A tragedy of a rich second-generation heir losing control of his car during a reckless drive, a tragedy he brought upon himself.
But now.
That mysterious encrypted email was like a rusty hammer.
It shattered the self-deceptive shell of "accident".
"Honey, what are you thinking about? Let's go."
Su Qingge changed into flat shoes and waved to him from the doorway.
"They're here."
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging anger in his heart.
The two walked out of the Starry Sky Media building side by side.
The sky outside had darkened at some point.
The setting sun was obscured by thick, dark clouds, revealing a somber, dark red hue.
It looks exactly like dried blood.
The nanny van moved slowly through the congested evening rush hour.
Su Qingge leaned on Lin Zhou's shoulder.
Perhaps because she had experienced so many ups and downs today, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Zhou carefully put his arm around her shoulder.
But his gaze was drawn to the neon lights rushing past the car window.
That email felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.
I can't swallow it, and I can't spit it out.
Who sent it?
How much does the other party know?
And what is the purpose?
Why send it now of all times?
His intuition told him that this matter was definitely not simple.
Half an hour later.
The nanny van came to a smooth stop at the kindergarten entrance.
The nanny has already picked up Nuonuo.
The little girl was excitedly stepping on fallen leaves by the roadside, carrying a pink backpack.
"Dad! Mom!"
Seeing Lin Zhou get out of the car, Nuonuo jumped into his arms like a little cannonball.
"Oh dear, my little darling, slow down."
Lin Zhou picked her up and spun her around in mid-air, making the little girl giggle.
"Dad, Grandpa is acting really strange today."
Nuonuo hugged Lin Zhou's neck and complained in a childish voice.
"He came to visit me at kindergarten and gave me a huge handful of candy."
"Then she received a phone call and stormed off in a huff."
"He even said he was going to buy me some kind of amusement park to play in."
Lin Zhou couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This old man is incredibly protective of his children.
"That's because your maternal grandfather dotes on you."
Su Qingge walked over and pinched her daughter's soft, chubby cheeks.
The family of three chatted and laughed as they returned to the villa.
After dinner.
Su Qingge took Nuonuo to the music room to practice the piano.
The melodious sound of a piano echoed through the spacious villa, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
Lin Zhou stood up and stretched.
"Honey, I smell like that stinky lawyer surnamed Qian today. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes."
"Go ahead, I've already had the nanny adjust the water temperature."
Su Qingge didn't even look up, focusing intently on correcting Nuonuo's finger technique.
Lin Zhou turned and went upstairs.
Step into the ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom.
close the door.
"Click".
Deadbolt.
As the door lock clicked shut, the gentle smile on Lin Zhou's face vanished instantly.
He walked to the sink.
Turn on the tap.
The cold water gurgled and splashed against the white marble basin.
He scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it hard on his face.
The biting cold made his mind clearer than ever before.
A drop of water slid down his sharp jawline.
It smashed onto the sink.
Lin Zhou slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.
Those were deep, cold eyes filled with intense killing intent.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Fingerprint unlock.
Click on the black encrypted email icon.
This encryption system was a set of underlying code that he personally wrote to prevent the system from being tracked by hackers.
It can bypass his firewall and send emails in silently.
The other party is definitely a top-notch hacker.
Or, it could be an organization that wields extremely high authority.
Lin Zhou's finger hovered over the bright red title.
Do you want to know the real cause of that car accident seven years ago?
It paused for three seconds.
He pressed down hard.
Emails load very quickly.
No main text.
There is no text containing extortionate or blackmail claims.
There wasn't even a single provocative word.
The email body was empty, containing only a single, high-resolution photo.
Lin Zhou stared intently at his phone screen.
My pupils dilated instantly, and my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
My breathing suddenly stopped.
The background of the photo is a rainy night.
On the dimly lit mountain road, the rain was reflected red by the towering flames.
Right in the center of the photo.
It was a silver Aston Martin that had been completely wrecked and was burning fiercely.
That was the original owner's car.
Even through the screen, Lin Zhou could almost smell the nauseating smell of burning rubber and the suffocating stench of blood.
But none of these are the most fatal.
The most fatal flaw is the foreground of the photo.
Less than ten meters from the burning sports car.
There was a person standing there.
That was a man's back view.
He was wearing a black waterproof trench coat and holding a huge black umbrella.
He just stood there quietly and indifferently in the rain.
Facing the sports car engulfed in flames.
It was like admiring a masterpiece, or like confirming the death of prey.
These are not passing rescuers.
He was a bystander in a murder!
Or perhaps, the executor!
Lin Zhou's fingers trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Deep within my mind, those sealed fragments of memory seemed to be strongly stimulated by this photograph.
It began to surge and collide wildly.
pain.
Severe headache.
It was as if someone was relentlessly drilling into his temple with an electric drill.
The original owner's desperate screams in the sea of fire, the pain of being burned by the flames.
At this moment.
It actually transcended the boundaries of time and space, crashing down on Lin Zhou in the present.
"Huff... huff..."
Lin Zhou braced himself on the sink, panting heavily.
Veins bulged on his forehead.
He gritted his teeth so hard that he didn't scream.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The excruciating, tearing pain slowly subsided like a receding tide.
Lin Zhou picked up his phone again.
My gaze fell on that photograph again.
This time, his eyes no longer held shock.
Rather, it is extreme cold.
He zoomed in on the photo, and then zoomed in again.
Trying to find some clues from that blurry figure.
It has no face.
There are no obvious features.
Only black trench coats and black umbrellas.
But on the man's right hand, where he was holding the umbrella.
Lin Zhou keenly noticed a detail.
On that person's middle finger was a ring with an extremely extravagant design.
Although the photo is somewhat blurry, the ring still reveals an eerie dark red hue under the firelight.
Ruby ring?
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes.
This detail, like a match in the darkness, instantly illuminated a corner of his mind.
look familiar.
So familiar.
He must have seen this ring somewhere before!
Just recently!
Lin Zhou put down his phone, stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face covered in water stains, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
He dried his hands and coldly uttered a sentence to the empty restroom.
"System, scan the entire internet to see who owns this ruby ring?"