My iceberg smiled

Chapter 522

"I underestimated the fate of the dean and little pudding, hehe..." Anan smiled palely, with a hint of sadness and sourness.

"I believe the dean will wake up. If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed. He survived the fire six years ago. There is nothing he can't do."

These words seemed to be spoken to Zhuo Qiu, and also seemed to be spoken by Anan to himself.

During the whole process, Zhuo Qiu didn't disturb Anan's speech any more, and just listened to him babbling on.

Some are facts, and some are his own emotions.

Every word and every sentence, in Zhuo Qiu's ears, felt like countless knives had cut his heart, and it was extremely painful.

Regarding what Anan has experienced in these years, if he hadn't heard the other party speak out today, he might never know it for the rest of his life.

Originally, I was just trying to test with a little mentality that the other party might have met Little Pudding, but I didn't expect to find out so many things that people can't imagine.

His young master ordered him to search for Little Pudding. After searching for so many years, the breakthrough was all in Anan's place.

In fact, when Anan first talked about the man who captured them, Zhuo Qiu thought of the person behind the scenes who kidnapped Pudding six years ago. They chased him for several streets, but they failed to bring him back in the end.

At that time, he guessed that the other party might have been put under house arrest by that person, but he never thought that it was related to Anan's disappearance.

Now that he has learned of such a big conspiracy, Zhuo Qiu thought to himself: It must be reported to the young master as soon as possible.

It's a great thing to get the news of Little Pudding, and the young master will definitely be happy when he hears about it.

Anan continued: "Little Pudding was sent by that man to do a certain undercover mission. It is said that it is a long-term latent mission. The mission information is kept secret from everyone, so I don't know which family she went to, but she regularly Will contact me so that I don't worry too much about her safety."

Zhuo Qiu nodded, expressing that he understood what Anan said.

He felt that the other party had confessed so much, and it was necessary for him to confess to Anan something that happened six years ago.

After listening to the other party's words, Zhuo Qiu was once again convinced that Anan had no idea that Little Pudding had been taken in by Han's family.

So next, it was Zhuo Qiu's narration time. He told Anan what happened that day six years ago in a few words.

Anan's eyes were nothing but shock.

He was even more exaggerated than Zhuo Qiu's expression just now, almost ignoring his injured leg and pounced on it.

"What did you say! You said that Little Pudding stayed in Han's house for half a year! She was taken away by that man later, then she..."

Anan seemed to have thought of something.

The auxiliary task that he received suddenly six years ago was circling in his mind.

The Han family's car chased the van in front persistently, and the people in the van ordered him to shoot at the wheels of the Han family, and... the hostage in the van...

Yes……

The fragments of the past were pieced together little by little, making Anan's head almost burst.

A certain self-evident fact is in front of my eyes, gradually becoming affirmative, bitter, sad, and ridiculous in my heart.

"Clap" sounded.

A slap was thrown towards his cheek, and his ears were buzzing, but he seemed to be numb and couldn't feel the pain anymore.

"What are you doing!" Seeing that the other party wanted to slap himself, Zhuo Qiu quickly grabbed Anan's wrist.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Qiu was stunned, because the person in front of him actually bit his lip...and cried.

Anan choked up and said, "I killed her."

I... dedicated her to that demon with my own hands.

　Zhuo Qiu: It turns out that you were the primary school student with marksmanship...

　　Anan: Get out!That's what Dad asked you to do on purpose!Labor-capital marksmanship is the best in the world!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)