Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 841 Are you desperate? The omen of nightmare

  Shen Wei raised her eyebrows and chose to wait and see.

"Why don't you talk? Feeling guilty? Still surprised? I feel that I will be kept in the dark for the rest of my life and know nothing. It's better to be slapped by that **** Shen Xu and die silently. This is why you have worked so hard. Thoughts to see, right?"

   "It seems that you are a little smarter than I imagined." Shen Wei smiled, but her tone was cold.

   "You admit it?!" The other end's breathing tightened suddenly.

   "Admit what?"

   "You conspired with Shen Xu to kill me."

  Shen Yu's tone remained unchanged: "Some things are easy to listen to, and it's boring to say them."

   "Heh... what are you afraid of? I don't know how to record, let alone make you pay the price by fair means."

   Not above board means, what is that like?

   Secret murder? Execution in the back?

  Shen Wei smiled: "That also depends on your ability."

"In terms of ability, how can I be better than you?" Shen Fei calmed down, her voice returned to normal, and her emotions gradually stabilized, "You can catch up with Shen Xu and persuade him to kill me, may I ask what else is there?" What is more tragic than dying in the hands of your own brother?"

  Shen Fei didn't need her to answer, and continued: "No."

   "Ah—" sighed softly, and Shen Fei said in a relaxed tone, "Now that I think about it, he is really stupid enough to believe you?"

Shen Yu pursed her lips, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. She cast her cold gaze through the French windows into the distance: "This time, didn't he believe you too? You called him stupid, but if he wasn't stupid, you thought you could Convince him to come to Ningcheng?"

   "Haha—yes! He's not stupid, how could I have a chance? However, the one who killed him in the end was you—Shen Wei!"

  The last sentence spit out from her mouth, as if poisoned.

With a sneer, "I just praised you for being smart, why did you turn your head around and become stupid again? Shen Xu was sent by you personally, and I just accepted this gift along the way, that's all. Also, who told you, I want killed him?"

Shen Fei's complexion changed slightly: "Impossible! With your character, when you know that Shen Xu is colluding with the killers in Blood Prison, he will definitely die! If you want to avenge Shen Qian and let yourself vent your anger, you will definitely not Make him feel better."

   "There are many ways to make people feel bad, and they don't necessarily have to die. For example, didn't I do that to you?"

   There was a moment of dead silence.

If it wasn't for the shallow breathing sound, Shen Yu almost thought she had hung up, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Why, are you disappointed? If you want to borrow a knife to kill someone, it depends on whether you are willing to borrow this knife. "

   "...why?" The sound was calm.

  In the next second, it sharpened sharply, like the tip of a knife scraping glass, it was extremely ear-piercing: "Why don't you do it?! Obviously you have such a good opportunity, and obviously I have arranged everything—"

   "Because everything has been arranged by you, I have to get into the trap, but how can I easily satisfy you?"

   "Shen Wei! You did it on purpose—to target me, and you didn't even avenge Shen Qian. Are you worthy of him?! Ah?!"

   At the end of the speech, her voice became hoarse, her voice broke, and there was a hint of crying.

"Why didn't you kill him?" murmured softly, sad and desolate, "He deserves to die! I was about to wake up at that time, and I finally broke free from the darkness. I tried so hard to embrace the light, so It is difficult to open your eyes, what can you see?"

"Hehe..." She laughed twice, "It was my brother who was adding something to the infusion bottle with a syringe. He thought I didn't see it, but I saw everything, clearly and clearly, but I couldn't do anything about it. Resisting, I can’t scream, I can’t roar, I can’t even sit up, I can only watch the liquid that I don’t know what it is flow into my body along the rubber tube..."

   "Can you feel that kind of despair?! Knowing that you might die, but you can only let it go. You don't even have the right to struggle, and you are arranged for your fate, life and death are determined."

"Yes!" Shen Wei said suddenly, "Of course I can understand it. That feeling is like—someone put you in a bag and held a big stick to smash you to pieces, leaving no residue. But the bag is transparent Yes, you can clearly see what the people outside want to do, you are afraid, you are afraid, you want to escape, but in the end it is futile, you can only be trapped inside, watching the **** of death approaching bit by bit, stretching out the sickle to you."

   "Shut up—stop talking—" There was a scream from the other end, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

   Messy footsteps, mixed with voices came from the other end, and then hung up.

  Shen Wei still kept holding up the phone, and after a long while, she slowly put it down and hung it to her side.

   Once, when she was lying on the operating table, facing the bright shadowless lamp and the cold scalpel in the doctor's hand, she felt a thousand times more despair than Shen Fei. At least she was still alive, wasn't she?

   And in that world, I don't even know where the ashes are scattered.

  So, of course she can understand that kind of despair, and she has more right to speak than Shen Fei!

  …

  Jingping, the night is deep, and everything is still.

  The wall clock on the wall points to two o'clock, tick tock...

  Suddenly there was a burst of rapid breathing in the originally quiet bedroom, accompanied by chaotic dream talking, it was not difficult to see the panic and anxiety of the dreamer at this moment.

   "A continued!"

  With a cry, Shen Chunhe sat up in shock.

   There was darkness in his eyes, and after his eyes got used to it, he saw the environment he was in through the moonlight—it turned out to be in his own bedroom.

   There are no empty and scary warehouses, and there is no blood spraying all over the sky.

  The ears are quiet, only the sound of the wind and the humming of cicadas, and there will be no screams or calls for help from the biological son.

  Thinking of this, Shen Chunhe was suddenly overjoyed.

   "Fortunately, it's just a dream..."

  He raised his hand to touch it, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead, only to belatedly realized that the pajamas had already been soaked, and it was now icy against his back.

  Get out of bed and turn on the light, call the servant to change the bed sheet and quilt cover, while Shen Chunhe turns and goes into the bathroom to take a shower.

  By the time he came out after washing, the surface of the bed was already brand new and tidy.

  Drinking some water, he lay back down again, but for some reason, he didn't turn off the light.

  He stared at the ceiling, his eyes gradually became empty, and the dream began to replay uncontrollably in his mind...

  In the dream, Shen Xu stood on the edge of the cliff, covered in blood, stretched out his hand and begged him: Dad, save me...help me...I'm going to fall...

   Before Shen Chunhe in the dream could react, the scene switched to an empty warehouse, where Shen Xu was lying on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

  There was mist floating in the air, and upon closer inspection it turned out to be the color of blood.

The   molecules spread like that, covering his eyes with a layer of red...

  Shen Chunhe seldom dreamed, even if he did, he would forget about it when he woke up the next day, but this time the scene in the dream could not be lingered.

   Like invisible vines, wrapping him airtight, almost suffocating.

  Suddenly, he turned over and sat up, grabbed the mobile phone by the bedside, and dialed the secretary directly regardless of what time it was.

  After a long beep, the other side finally answered.

  The voice was still hoarse when he first woke up, and he was a little surprised: "...Shen, Zong?!"

   "I asked you to continue contacting Xu, what about others?"

   "The Eldest Young Master's phone is still off. I also asked friends who are close to him, and they all said they don't know..."

   "Trash! After so many days, I can't find anyone."

  The other end didn't speak, and was scolded quietly.

   "You, find a private detective tomorrow, the one with the best professional ability, no matter how much it costs, you must let him find A Xu!"

   "Private, family detective?!" Has it reached this point yet?

   "What's your question?" Shen Chunhe's tone was very aggressive.

   "No…" He dared have any questions, but—

   "The eldest young master may have gone somewhere, or he deliberately didn't want to be found by us. In fact, it shouldn't be necessary for the time being..."

"If I tell you to do it, you just do it. Where is there so much nonsense?! You decide, or I decide?!" Shen Chunhe was on fire in his heart. The source of this fire was not "anger" or "anger". But "anxious" and "uneasy".

   This sudden emotion even felt strange and out of control to himself.

   Uneasy emotions disturbed his reason and calm.

   "Yes! I'll do it right away tomorrow morning—"

   "Waiting for tomorrow?! Contact the detective agency now. One day, I will only give you one day. If you can't find out the whereabouts of A Xu, get out!"

   "OK...I'll call right away..."

  Shen Chunhe and the second half of the night hardly closed their eyes, tormented while waiting, and apprehensive while enduring.

  (end of this chapter)