Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

This person was the Mr. Vic that Feng Qingyu was looking for. He learned from his father that ever since the person he loved, Feng Qingyu's mother, passed away many years ago, he had been depressed and had a serious illness. When he woke up, he became crazy, sometimes confused and sometimes lucid.

Mental illness is difficult to cure, and he lived like this for more than 20 years, getting crazier and crazier as he got older.

"Okay, here you go."

Feng Qingyu gave him the last few remaining sticks in the box.

When the haggard man saw the cigars in the beautiful box, his eyes sparkled like a child getting a Christmas present, opening the box and finding what he wanted most. Before he saw the cigarettes, his eyes were a pool of dead water.

What an obsession this is.

"Fire...Where's the fire? Where's my lighter? I can't find my lighter!"

Mr. Vick walked with an unsteady step and stumbled, anxiously searching his desk and shelves for a lighter, and immediately tasting the flavor of "spear".

But the lighter could not appear where he could see it as he wished, because the store was too messy unless he spent a few hours tidying it up.

The shop is neither big nor small, and it takes a lot of time to organize it because there are so many items.

"I have a lighter here, do you want me to light it for you?"

Feng Qingyu felt sorry for him and offered his lighter as a sacrifice. After all, it was a cheap item bought from a roadside convenience store, only a few dollars each, so he didn't feel bad about offering it up, he could just buy a new one.

It turned out that she had thought everything was too simple.

Thirty-seven Belated Apology

She handed over the lighter, but Mr. Vick didn't even look at it and continued to rummage through the "garbage dump".

"I want my own lighter, not someone else's! Where's my lighter? Where is it?"

Feng Qingyu and Chen stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say. There was only some MMP in their minds, not knowing whether they should say it or not.

This guy is more difficult to deal with than I thought. If he has been looking for that broken lighter, we won’t be able to get any clues today.

"What should we do?" Chen's tone was lower than before.

"What can we do if we don't have it? We can only help him find it. He's so obsessed with that lighter, if he finds it, he'll probably listen to us carefully. If we don't help him find it, he won't even talk to us."

Feng Qingyu took off his coat and prepared to start working.

You have to clean up a little while looking for something. If you don't clean up, it will not only be difficult but also a waste of time. For a person with mild mysophobia, every inch of this place is unbearable.

"Then I'll go to the nearby convenience store and buy two pairs of gloves and masks for hygiene. I think you have to help this man out today. Do you want to call your companions?"

The companions were Xi and Surtel who were waiting outside. Neither of them looked good at cleaning, so Feng Qingyu shook his head.

"No, the two of them would only make matters worse. One of them flooded the store, and the other burned it down. For safety reasons, just the two of us are enough."

As they prepared to help clean up the store, Vic took a nap on the dirty sofa instead of looking for a lighter.

The snoring was so loud that it was unbearable. Feng Qingyu resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and stayed in this disgusting shop to clean.

A Longmen Inspector and a senior superintendent are helping people clean up here. It would be a real loss if they don't gain anything.

"It will take at least until the afternoon. There are so many things. My scalp is tingling just looking at them."

Chen was already scared.

The most painful thing is cleaning and moving, which are jobs that require a lot of time and physical strength. I really don’t want to do it if there is no benefit.

Everything was done to end the trip to Victoria and return to Longmen smoothly.

She had never wanted to go back so badly, and Feng Qingyu felt the same.

"It's not that exaggerated. There are just a lot of things. We just need to tidy up roughly, clean up the places where things may be hidden, and find the lighter. As long as we find the lighter, our mission is over. I think it will take at least three or four days to clean up this place."

The two men were ready for the "battle", put on masks and gloves and began to clean up the garbage near the table, sofa and workbench.

The unused bags and cartons became the destination of the bottles and cans. Fortunately, Chen went to the convenience store next door to buy gloves and masks, otherwise Feng Qingyu didn’t know how to face this ocean of garbage.

Half an hour later, the sofa and workbench had been cleaned up, and there was no trace of the lighter. The garbage was temporarily piled in the open space next to it and would be thrown away later.

Feng Qingyu began to organize the shelves, and Chen helped to sort out the things scattered on the ground. The division of labor and cooperation increased efficiency.

"Did you find anything over there?"

Chen found a broken plastic lighter that was out of gas, which didn't look like what Mr. Vic was looking for.

The lighter he was talking about was made of metal, and was much better than the plastic lighter. This thing had lost its value, so Chen threw it into the garbage bag and packed it with other garbage.

After cleaning up for about 40 minutes, Chen picked up a work suit that had been thrown on the ground. The suit was very dirty, stained with oil from materials and food, and in Chen's opinion, it was time to throw it away.

Considering that the owner might not be willing to throw it away, she didn't do anything with it for the time being. She shook the clothes and prepared to find a place to hang them up.

At this moment, something slipped out of the pocket of the work clothes - a very clean metal lighter.

Compared with this filthy shop, its existence seems particularly abrupt. The lighter is also an old item, which has been worn for many years and only a little bit of the pattern is left.

The structure of the lighter is somewhat different from those sold on the market. After being modified by the owner, everything inside except the outer shell is new.

Chen concluded that this lighter was what Mr. Vick was looking for. Now that she had found it, she didn't want to waste time on other things.

"My time doing odd jobs and cleaning for others is over. I found a lighter. Now I'll wake them up."

The man on the sofa was still sleeping soundly. No matter how noisy and busy the street was outside, he could not be woken from his dream.

Judging from his expression, he must have had a sweet dream.

Chen Ke didn’t care whether it was a beautiful dream or not. She just wanted to finish her business quickly, leave the store, and breathe the fresh air outside.

She wanted to reach out and wake up the sleeping Mr. Vic, but Feng Qingyu quickly stopped her.

"Mr. Chen, we can't yell. This guy has a bad temper. His father also said that we must not wake him up when he is sleeping, otherwise he will get furious and kick us out."

Those guys with some talent are particularly difficult to serve, and there's nothing Chen can do even though he's unhappy.

It's boring to wait for someone to wake up, so why not go for a walk nearby and come back later?

"How about this, call your two companions and go have lunch nearby before coming back. This guy won't be able to come down for at least two hours after sleeping. I don't want to smell the poisonous air here."

"I agree with this. It's still early. The store closes at around 7 or 8 p.m. Let's go have lunch first. Those two guys have gone shopping just now. Let's go meet them."

Feng Qingyu placed the lighter he found on the table.

The desk was tidy, things were arranged in order, and there was plenty of space. The lighter was placed in the most conspicuous place so Mr. Vic could see it immediately when he woke up.

Just as they were about to leave, the deafening snoring suddenly stopped. The man on the sofa rolled over and almost fell to the ground.

He woke up at exactly the right time.

"yawn--"

Afterwards, Mr. Vic saw Chen and Feng Qingyu, as well as the lighter on the table. He looked around the store and was stunned for a moment.

Most of the things have been sorted out, and the store is now much more spacious than before.

The lighter was on the table.

These are not the main points. The main point should be on the Draco woman with black hair and red eyes, who looks exactly like someone.

Did that person come back to life? Reincarnation?

"Ms. Jinglan...you're back? In the past 24 years, there has not been a day that I didn't miss you, and there has not been a day that I didn't feel regret...If I had been braver at the beginning, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this."

"..."

Chen and Feng Qingyu didn't say anything, and they didn't want to discourage him. This self-serving confession, the deceased can no longer hear, leaving only regrets. The belated confession, in addition to adding to the sadness, is of no help in changing the current situation.

"Can you forgive me? Forgive me for not taking you away from Victoria and letting you marry that despicable man."

Mr. Vick looked at Feng Qingyu, eager for an answer.

Thirty-eight takes a sharp turn

"Although I don't want to discourage you, the Miss Jinglan you mentioned is no longer alive. I am her daughter, Feng Qingyu, and I came to ask you about this pendant."

In the end, Feng Qingyu revealed her intention and shattered the man's dream.

"My mother is no longer here."

"..."

There was silence in the store.

After a long while, Mr. Vic rubbed his messy silver hair, his expression looking uglier than crying.

"Yes... Miss Jinglan is no longer alive. She is dead, long gone! I was so foolish that I thought she was still alive, but was just hiding somewhere and didn't want to see me... Hahaha... I am simply crazy!"

He let out an almost insane laugh that made people's scalps tingle, and they also felt sorry for him and felt pathetic.

A man trapped in love is confined in a small, invisible shackles, torturing his body and mind all day long. It can't be said that he is not sad.

The madness lasted for a short while. Mr. Vic's emotions were intermittent, sometimes excited and sometimes calm. Now he is probably entering a cooling-off period.

"You are her...daughter. No wonder, you look so much alike. I almost thought she was alive. I'm sorry, I made you laugh. What's your name? I didn't hear it clearly. Let me drink some wine first to calm down. My hands are shaking badly."

Mr. Vick rummaged through the refrigerator and took out three cans of beer, tall cans of 450 ml each.

"I don't have anything else here, only wine. Sit down first, and we'll drink and talk."

Mr. Vic now is completely different from the one he was a few minutes ago. His eyes are no longer dull, but clear-headed, making people wonder if he is a different person.

Feng Qingyu had seen such situations before, so he didn't seem too surprised.

"Thank you."

The three of them sat around a glass coffee table and opened the cans of beer in their hands.

During this time, Mr. Vick's eyes fell on Feng Qingyu's face from time to time, with curiosity and some hidden emotions contained in them.

Now is a good time to talk about the secrets of the pendant.

"The pendant, was it given to you by Feng Qi?"

"Well, he gave it to me personally, not through anyone else's hands."

"If it was someone else, I might not believe it. But when I saw your face, I no longer had any doubts. Only her daughter would look like this, and no one else could replicate it. You have to prove to me that you and Feng Tiancheng are not in the same group, otherwise I will take the secret of the pendant into my coffin. You only have ten minutes, and after that I will ask you and your friend to leave."

Feng Qingyu now faced an additional problem - she needed to prove within ten minutes that she was not in the same group as her bastard father.

She had no choice but to face the challenge.

"Emmm, please allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Feng Qingyu. I am 26 years old this year. I used to be a gangster on the streets of Longmen. I was raised by my uncle's family until I was 18 years old. I dropped out of high school before graduating and went out to work in society for eight years. Last year, I became the head of the company called Reiz, but unfortunately I got into trouble and was imprisoned. Now I work for a pharmaceutical company called Rhode Island. It was not until five days ago that I found out that my uncle's family and I were not related by blood."

This simple and rough self-introduction contains a lot of information. Analyzed from the perspective of Chinese reading, it indirectly highlights the lack of fatherly love in her life and the fact that she never received help from her father when she encountered difficulties. Finally, it goes straight to the point - the relationship between her and her father is very superficial, and is only linked by blood, and there is no such thing as a group.

"You have proven yourself. I have checked your information and it is true. At three o'clock in the morning, meet me at the bar called Rock at the end of Longmen Street. Don't be late. I say it again, don't be late. Just the two of you come. Don't tell anyone. Keep a low profile when you come. That's all I have to say. Okay, go and don't let those people see us meeting."

Feng Qingyu and Chen were "driven" out of the store by Mr. Vic. Before they left, he praised them, saying, "The cigarettes are very good. Bring more next time."

The investigation has made progress. Although Mr. Vick has kept it a secret again, Feng Qingyu has a hunch that she is getting closer to the secret behind the pendant.

No matter what the pendant ultimately points to, it must be obtained and protected.

"It's three o'clock in the morning, so we have to leave at one o'clock. We need to get some sleep first. We can't stay in the original hotel anymore, which is a bit annoying."

Feng Qingyu looked at the watch. It was now past two in the afternoon. If he wanted to sleep, he would have to lie down in the evening, get enough rest, and sleep for at least six hours.

Dragging your tired body to meet the last secret seems a bit unsound. If you encounter an emergency, you will definitely regret it when you review it later because you didn't get enough sleep and didn't perform well.

"Open a clock hotel, or live at the Bagpiper's. But the Bagpiper's is a little far from Longmen Street, and there is no station nearby. There is only one way to get here, and that is to take the tractor she drives."

Chen could imagine riding a tractor down the street in the middle of the night, which would be even more eye-catching, not to mention low-key.

"Let's open a clock hotel near the bar. There are a lot of hotels there. There are also two universities nearby. I think you should understand what I mean. We have to book a room online early. Every afternoon after school, those college students come out in a stream and book all the rooms. The speed is quite scary."

After saying that, she opened the Victoria local tourism app and looked for a small hotel or inn near the [Panshi] bar on Longmen Street. Today was the weekend and the rooms were sold out quickly. Chen had a hard time grabbing a double room.

Hourly rooms are cheap and had been booked long ago, so they could only get a room for the entire night, which was half as expensive as an hourly room.

"I don't advocate abnormal work and rest hours, but some things are only suitable for doing at night. Afterwards, I need to spend some time to adjust my body clock, otherwise it will easily affect my work. I have been deducted a few days' salary at Longmen, but it doesn't matter."

Less than four hours before dusk, Feng Qingyu called Xi and Surtel, and the four of them had a late lunch nearby. As soon as he put down his fork, Chen received a call from his subordinates and a series of messages.

"Mr. Chen, some members of the Reunion Movement have infiltrated the Imperial Guard and hung a banner on the roof of our building last night. Take a look at the photo. I've sent it to you."

The photos sent to Chen were clear vertical screen photos, showing a huge banner with the words "Integration will win, crush Longmen" hung on the building of the Guard Bureau. The content of the banners in other photos was also different, with offensive slogans such as "The Guard Bureau will be blown up within three days" and "Longmen will die, integration will rise".

Not only that, the building of the Guard Bureau was painted with the X-shaped logo of the Integration Movement with red paint, which was very eye-catching from a distance, as if the building had been occupied.

The patrolling police officer was hung in the air by the Integration Movement and beaten severely. He is still in hospital for treatment.

The situation is urgent.