Li Ming did not see any intention of reusing himself to the new boss. Instead, there was a kind of indifference of the superiors who kept people from being far away. Perhaps it was his father's death that made the prodigal son turn back, or perhaps it was his prison life that allowed him to mature quickly. In short, the young master Kun in front of him was no longer Liu Kunlun, he is now the new leader of the Wang family, and he only has one name, Wang Haikun.

"Do you have anything else?" Wang Haikun asked condescendingly, a stern pressure on his body was exactly the same as the late boss. Li Ming said it was gone, and then he stepped back and went out. Wang Haikun never looked at him with a direct look.

Li Ming found his old lover and Zhang Qian asked about the inside story. Zhang Qian told him that the boss could be described as a complete transformation, which wiped out the temperament of the playboy who had been drunk and dreaming about women in the past. Now he was devoted to his work and his work and rest time had changed. He got up at 5:30 every morning and listened to people and read newspapers on the treadmill while exercising. His breakfast was like an old man, and it was full of millet porridge and pickles, healthy and green.

"He is imitating the old man." Li Ming sighed, "Young Master Kun has finally become sensible and has grown up."

Zhang Qian said: "Your hard days are over, so you don't have to go to the plateau to blow the wind and sun."

Li Ming smiled bitterly and said, "You have to go, Mr. Kun, no, the boss is not at all nostalgic. This is too much like the boss, selfless and moody."

Zhang Qian said: "Then you go back quickly, don't make the new boss unhappy. The new king must establish his authority as soon as possible, don't hit the gun."

Li Ming said there was no hurry, let’s find a place to chat, and then grabbed Zhang Qian’s hand.

Zhang Qian pulled her hand back: "I have something to do, I'm very busy. Also, we haven't seen each other for a long time. A lot of things happened during this period."

Li Ming smiled awkwardly: "I understand, you just need not get along with Chao Xiaochuan. I hate this guy the most."

Zhang Qian stopped talking.

"Okay, I understand, I'm leaving." Li Ming waved his hand, turned around and left, never turning back.

...

Lin Haiying was very sad. Although she was mentally prepared, her father was old and leaving the world at the age of 86 was considered a joyful delight. His father's life was final. This was a legendary life. There were scholars serving the country, soldiers and horsemen, and there were also bitter and cold outside the border like Su Wu shepherds. In the end, he left as a famous patriot and a well-known industrialist. In fact, he also had several identities praised by others, namely artists and collectors.

Under the influence and encouragement of her father, Lin Haiying has great achievements in art. She is now well-known internationally. She requires funds for art. Her mother's salary alone is far less than studying in the UK. She frequently holds art exhibitions, so she is very grateful to her father.

Wang Huayun's funeral was very grand. As his only daughter, Lin Haiying stood with Wang Haikun and shook hands with the guests who came to pay their respects. After the funeral, the two did not communicate further. Lin Haiying felt a little surprised. Why did this younger brother seem to have changed his body after not long after?

Lin Haiying returned to Omi's house and reported to her mother Lin Rui about her father's funeral. Lin Rui held a watering can and watered flowers without stopping her hands: "I finally died, I have lived for a long time."

"Mom! What are you saying? After all, he is my father and the person you have loved. Don't you think such words are very unkind to a deceased person!" Lin Haiying couldn't help it. Mom was too much. No matter how much resentment there was, she shouldn't be so mean.

Lin Rui put down the watering can, picked up the scissors and pruned the branches and leaves: "Do you know why I never see this person, and don't let you contact him, because he is not your father at all."

Lin Haiying was stunned: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking, Wang Huayun is not your father." Lin Rui glanced at her daughter and disagreed.

"Who is my dad?" Lin Haiying was completely confused. The man who pampered her and trained her was not a biological father. Could it be that his life experience has a bigger secret?

"Your father is Nan Peichen. From the moment he changed his name, he will no longer be him." Lin Rui's face showed a resentful look. Lin Haiying was so familiar with this expression that she had been used to seeing since she was a child. She breathed a sigh of relief and was busy with her own affairs.

While busy, I sometimes think of my mother's petty eyes. I can't help but sigh that women can remember their grudges for the rest of their lives. Suddenly, a very sudden idea broke into my mind. After my grandfather Wang Jian's death, my father Nan Peichen seemed to have changed his name and changed it to Wang Huayun. After my father Wang Huayun's death, my younger brother Liu Kunlun also seemed to have a drastic change and officially adopted his other name Wang Haikun.

The consistency of these two things made Lin Haiying shudder. Could it be that what his mother said was right? His father was no longer alive. That person was not Nan Peichen, he was just Wang Huayun, just like Wang Haikun was not Liu Kunlun.

Related to Wang Haicong's bizarre death, more suspicions emerged. Lin Haiying was full of ideas. She tried to repel these incredible ideas, but she couldn't help but think, question, and think a lot.

...

Although Liu Yimeng lost his job, he had a lot of things to do. Her main business is to help the evildoers drive away evil spirits. This female mage, who was born as a nurse, is extremely brave and has very high spells. Although she has only received a few orders since her debut, they are all top evildoers, and they have been resolved by her one by one, so she is well-known in the circle.

Exorcism is not busy, and the haunted houses in a city are always limited, so Liu Yimeng has more time to study. The last time she came, she stimulated her. She didn't want to be an excellent student who only knows exams, so now she has a wide range of things. She bought a lot of books to read, but no longer applied for any academic title. At the same time, she also desperately absorbed nutrition online, registered the most popular Sina Weibo, followed many people, and learned all the fragmented knowledge in addition to systematic learning.

Among the people Liu Yimeng is concerned about, there is a Beijing Tianji Law Firm, which is the work unit of her younger brother’s defense lawyer Xie Tianji. Just a few days after Wang Huayun’s funeral, the blogger posted a message, to be precise, an obituary.

Xie Tianji, a partner of this law firm, died of an accident the day before yesterday in New York, USA.

The cause of death was vague, so Liu Yimeng went to the foreign website to collect clues. Her English speaking was very poor, but after hard study, there was no obstacle to browsing the text. Sure enough, she found the relevant news. A Chinese man named Xie was robbed by a black man in Brooklyn, New York and died of three shots. The incident happened late at night. There was also a picture on the news. Although he was mosaiced, it was still possible to see that the deceased was shot in the heart and head.

Liu Yimeng heard from his younger brother that professional killers often have to shoot three shots, two shots in the heart and one shot in the forehead. This shows that Xie Tianji was shot dead by professional killers and is not an ordinary black robber.

Lawyer Xie’s death does not mean anything, but it only adds a little bit of doubt in Liu Yimeng’s heart. The platform she uses to take orders is QQ, and countless people leave messages every day. She turns on the computer to process messages as usual, but finds that there is the most unforgettable one among the countless beating avatars.

It was Chopard, he appeared, Liu Yimeng's heartbeat accelerated, he clicked on the dialog box, and left a message to meet in the hospital morgue.

The hospital morgue is a very remote place, and no one usually goes there. Meeting there is much safer than meeting in public. Liu Yimeng replied with a good word, turned off the computer, changed clothes and went out, and rushed to the hospital. It was still early before the date, so she walked around. The hospital was a place where people came and went, and the newborns came and the deceased. Liu Yimeng found that her ability to distinguish souls had been strengthened. She could see the souls dancing all over the hall, but the energy was very small, because she only had serious floaters in her eyes.

It was almost time. Liu Yimeng got up and walked towards the morgue. As soon as he reached the back of the building, a man in a white coat and a mask passed by, and a low voice sounded: "Come with me."

The man passed from behind. Liu Yimeng naturally followed his footsteps, five or six meters apart, walked up the stairs, passed a fire door, and was just around the corner of the stairs at the camera's dead corner. The man stopped and pulled off his mask. It was Yang Zhengqiang.

"You..." Liu Yimeng was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Yang Zhengqiang's face was solemn. He was not excited to meet again after a long time. Instead, it was like an underground party joint. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was torn and re-stitched. Liu Yimeng took it and took a look. He was shocked. This was a suicide note, a suicide note written by Liu Kunlun, who asked him to be buried near Brother Kang.

"Liu Kunlun is dead, I personally executed it. Wang Huayun is alive now." Yang Zhengqiang said quickly, "Xie Tianji was silenced by them. There are still many insiders who died inexplicably. I escaped. If I die, it will be killed by Wang Haikun."

Liu Yimeng stared at him with wide eyes: "My brother is dead?"

"Yes, the one who occupies your brother's body is someone else, Wang Huayun. He made a perfect game. Liu Kunlun was in the game from beginning to end. He felt that he was taking revenge and practicing the way for heaven. In fact, all the incidents were under the control of Wang Huayun. All the wanted and confinement trials were fake, making him believe that he was really dead, but in fact he was not dead, he was just in a deep coma, and then he was replaced."

"How do you know?" Liu Yimeng couldn't handle so much information for the time being, and subconsciously questioned.

"He has gathered many desperate doctors. In his Institute of Life Genetics, including me, they studied dark technologies that violate human ethics. Everything is to continue Wang Huayun's life. Liu Kunlun is just one of them. There are many substitutes in production and research and development. Okay, I can only say so much. Just understand it in your heart. That person is not your brother anymore. Keep a distance."

Yang Zhengqiang was about to leave after he said that.
Chapter completed!