My aesthetic is out of tune with the world

Until he glimpsed the color of Lin Wan's clothes out of the corner of his eye.

It was a light gray sweater with long sleeves. On the day Lin Wan was taken away, he was obviously wearing all black. Because the style was quite different from before, Chen Yu always had a deep impression on him.

He lowered his head and pretended to let Lin Wan wipe his sweat, while Chen Yuzhi's eyes swept over him indiscriminately, and finally came to a conclusion——

He really changed clothes.

Are the kidnappers so humane these days, and let them change clothes?Even the styles are just right for Lin Wan to like.

#Things are suddenly complicated#

Because the system previously denied the answer that Lin Wan was an undercover agent, Chen Yuzhi subconsciously excluded him from the list of suspects, but thinking about it now, it might not be that simple.

Thinking of the roar of the car that he heard at the door when he first came in, Chen Yu closed his eyes, feeling that the sound was very familiar.

So where did he hear it?This sounds like a car racing game...

game……

Much like someone played...

It should be that Jiang Yan, that Internet-addicted teenager, didn't run away.

But I still feel something is wrong in my heart, just like writing a multiple-choice question in an exam, you will think that it is the answer, and when you really confirm the answer, you think it is wrong.

Before Chen Yuzhi had time to do anything, the door of the secret room was suddenly opened with a bang, and there were two mercenaries with guns standing outside the door.

The visitor is not good.

Seeing this, Chen Yu frowned, and calmly pulled Lin Wan behind him,

"What do you want to do?"

Is it for money... or for death?

"Stop talking nonsense, come out!"

The mercenary pointed a gun at Chen Yuzhi, stepped aside to open the door, and motioned for them to come out.

Lin Wan seemed to be terrified, hugging Chen Yuzhi's waist tightly, trembling all over,

"Young Master Jue, what should we do, they...they won't kill people to silence them, will they?"

"To destroy is to destroy me, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Yuzhi took his hand and walked out of the secret room step by step, but saw a middle-aged man tied to a chair in the middle of the originally empty space. It was his cheap uncle Chen Keyuan.

"How about it, are you done talking about the old days with your little lover?"

The masked man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed grinningly, glanced at someone hiding behind Chen Yuzhi inadvertently, and smiled silently.

"I don't like to go round and round. What is your purpose, just tell me."

Chen Yu looked at Chen Keyuan without any trace, but found that the other party was beaten badly, his face was covered with bruises, and his mouth was still wrapped with tape.

I don't know if he noticed something, but Chen Keyuan turned his head to look at Chen Yuzhi with great effort, but he managed to meet a pair of sinister and smiling eyes.

"Mmm! Mmmmm!—!"

He seemed to have seen a ghost, and suddenly began to move his body desperately, the chair creaked, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, and he, along with himself, lay on the ground in a strange posture with his feet up in the air.

Seeing this, Chen Yu touched his face subconsciously. He didn't look scary, did he?

No one planned to talk to Chen Keyuan, the masked man lazily stood up, suddenly fished out a gun from the back of his waist, and stuffed a bullet into it.

The man tilted his head and plucked the magazine. The sound of rapid rotation made the scalp tingle, and the blood began to coagulate.

Russian turntable.

When Chen Yu saw this, these words appeared in his mind. He looked at the empty abandoned factory calmly, his eyes swept over the mercenaries with live ammunition one by one, and finally fixed on the gun.

"How about it?"

The masked man shook the gun in his hand at Chen Yu,

"Chairman Chen, do you want to play?"

He doesn't want to make money, it's more like murder, and before he dies, he has to play a heartbeat game with the prisoner.

Chen Yuzhi's mind suddenly calmed down unbelievably, he let go of Lin Wan's hand little by little, then pushed him back without a trace, and took a step towards the masked man,

"Who are you playing with? You and me?"

"No no no—of course not me,"

The masked man shook his head, tapped Chen Yuzhi with his fingertips, then moved to the left, and finally stopped,

"It's him--"