So after a lot of setbacks, finally found the man named Jiang Xiao.

If the assistant remembers correctly, he found it in a town in the countryside at the time. Jiang Xiao was working on a construction site. He was about twenty years old, and he was doing hard work with bare arms. He looked like a simple and honest person.

When Shen Lingshu found him, he was very excited, and even the corners of his eyes were red, but after seeing him for the first time, he was immediately furious, and his expression immediately became cold.

Not what he was looking for.

——Shen Lingshu recognized it immediately, it was not the person he was looking for.

In the next two years, while Shen Lingshu used various means to expel the Fu family from the Shen family, he was also constantly looking for someone. But what the assistant knew was that the person he was looking for had no name, no appearance, or even no identity - the only thing he had was the description of Shen Lingshu, who taught him to read and write, and worked for him for a day. Three meals a day.

How could such a person exist?

From the age of eleven to fifteen, Shen Lingshu was locked in the villa by the Fu family, and only Jiang Xiao and Jiang Xiao's father could approach him.

What he described was not so much a man as a ghost. The psychiatrist told him that maybe when he was imprisoned, he was too lonely, which led to a certain mental illness, and he imagined a person who was kind to him.

As for whether it is a split personality or a delusional disorder, it is temporarily unclear.

For this reason, Shen Lingshu took mental medicine for a year, and every time he took it, he had a splitting headache.

But it was useless to eat, those memories were imprinted in his mind and could not be faded away. No doctor could convince him that the man was just his imagination. No matter what, he firmly believed in the existence of that person.

So, what is outrageous is that when Shen Lingshu was eighteen years old, he clearly got a degree in physics, but he has been searching for those folk demigods who can summon little ghosts.

He even believed in the art of psychics. Is it possible that the little ghost attached to a person will be summoned back by him.

He thought that person was a little devil, and after a few years attached to Jiang Xiao, he left.

He said that even if it was a ghost, he would be determined.

In 12 years, more than 4,300 days and nights, the assistant has never seen such a tender and tender expression on the young man today—

Perhaps, Shen Lingshu thought that he had found it?

The assistant was noncommittal. He privately still thought that Shu Tianyan's young man came for President Shen's money, otherwise he would not have appeared in a bar like this, and he would have to climb the bed to get close to President Shen.

After hesitating for a long time, he felt that he still had to remind President Shen.

"Mr. Shen." The assistant said, "I think that child Shu Tianyan needs to be investigated..."

The car also drove to the downstairs of the company.

Shen Lingshu opened his eyes and glanced at him from the rear-view mirror. His eyes were not as peaceful as usual, but with a cold warning: "I only said it once, from now on, you are not allowed to investigate him."

The assistant was startled.

Shen Lingshu's expression was light, but the eyes under the drooping dark eyelashes were full of madness and heat, and said solemnly: "He is him, I have confirmed it, then I just need to find evidence to prove that he is him."

He has never been happier than he is today.

...

Chapter 83

Rong Wan made some dinner, but Shen Lingshu's company should have something important to do, and he never came back, so he had to eat some boringly. After eating, I was about to go back to the room on the second floor, but when I passed the room at the entrance of the stairs, I couldn't help but stop.

The door is not locked?

I don't know if it was because forgot to lock it or it was intentional, but the door that had been tightly closed actually opened a crack.

After this time, couldn't resist the temptation. After hesitating for a while, pushed the door and went in directly.

The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as at that time, and the edges and corners were all restored to a good level, including the day he left, the ointment that was unscrewed on the bedside table and the medicine that dripped out had changed color. The taste and scene were so familiar that it was almost shocking. For him, it was just a moment of changing the timeline, but for Shen Lingshu, it was twelve years of torment.

Rong Wan walked to the desk, touched some old things with his fingertips, and casually opened a book.

The books were all yellowed, making Rong Wan a little dazed.

He turned the pages, turned to one of the pages, and saw a few words, the handwriting was sharp and helpless.

who are you?

where are you?

Where are you?

Why can't find you?

The strokes are like knives, and the words weep with blood.

Rong Wan felt the pain in his heart when he touched the handwriting. He couldn't imagine how Shen Lingshu had lived so many years. At the age of fifteen, he escaped from Fu's wolf's den covered in blood, and there was no one close to him. He might be bitter, tired, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to. no. What is pressing on him is not only the competition of tigers and wolves, but also the frame-up and danger of the blade step by step.

And he himself was not by his side.

After he couldn't bear it any longer, he continued to turn down, flatten the footer of the book, and put it back to its original position. He originally wanted to go back to his room to sleep, but he thought that when Shen Lingshu came back in the middle of the night, there was no one lighting the lamp at home, how lonely it must be, so he turned around, hugged the bed blanket again, and walked downstairs.

...

When Shen Lingshu came back, it was already very late. He hung his coat on the porch, smelled the aroma of the food, and couldn't help but be stunned—

And when his eyes fell on the sofa, he suddenly stopped.

The living room was dark, an orange lamp was left on the sofa, emitting a faint light, and a person was curled up on the sofa.

To Shen Lingshu, this scene was like a dream. His throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something. For so many years, he had been alone in this huge home, feeling the cold breath. The aroma of ordinary people's meals, laughter and laughter, are out of reach for him. No, in other words, the years when he only smiled were when his parents had not passed away, and when this person was by his side.