The time difference between "Jiang Jili"'s body was searched and rescued from the building, and Jiang's parents came to sign the family confirmation letter was less than an hour. During this hour, the forensic doctor quickly conducted an autopsy to confirm the victim's identity.
When Rong Zhen rushed to the building site, the funeral car was already waiting outside.
At that time, Rong Zhen didn't care about the fire. To him, Jiang Jili was indeed a broken toy, and he could replace it with a new one. He never thought that Jiang Jili was actually a broken toy. The possibility of feigning death.
His absolute control over this beautiful toy these years has made him extremely confident and blind. He didn't think that Jiang Jili would have the courage to deceive him, so he walked very simply, and the tiny complicated emotions that surged up in his heart came when the car started. It was suppressed in an instant.
He thought it was just getting used to it.
Until he dreamed of that obedient and beautiful young man in his dreams countless times, until he suddenly realized that the mansion was deserted and devoid of any popularity, until he subconsciously opened the door of that bedroom several times when he returned home.
Until he saw a shy and slender Fang Min in a white shirt in the chess room.
The memory of that day was like a sharp knife, sharp and abrupt, which suddenly pierced through what he thought was indestructible. In fact, he hated the Fang family very much, but seeing Fang Min's eyebrows and eyes similar to those of the young man, it was strange. Yes, he said, "Come here."
He said the same thing at that time, the fresh freesia smell floated in the air, the young man blushed shyly, sat on his lap and obediently kissed him.
At that moment, Rong Zhen felt that he was crazy.
A turbulent thought crashed into his mind: he still wanted Jiang Jili.
I want him to call him "Sir" obediently and gently like every time before.
But the person in his arms said, "Mr. Rong, you are still playing chess."
It was this "Mr. Rong" that knocked the turbulent thoughts to pieces in an instant, and the cool breeze from the window blew in. There was no smell of freesia, nor Jiang Jili.
Jiang Jili is dead.
He said, "Call me sir, and repeat what you just said."
Fang Min called, but it was wrong.
He added, "Kiss me."
Fang Min posted it, but it was wrong, the taste was wrong.
He suddenly got nameless and irritated, grabbed Fang Min by the neck and threw him down.
He said, "Go take a shower." To get the same smell, the smell he is familiar with and likes.
After Fang Min left, Rong Zhen lit a cigarette and sat in the chess room for a long time.
He still felt that it was just getting used to it.
In the dim room, Fang Min, who had been washed clean, curled up under the quilt, and called nervously and shyly, "Sir."
The smell of freesia slowly engulfed his breath, and he was finally satisfied, but he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
For a moment, Rong Zhen couldn't even distinguish the past from the present. He seemed to see Jiang Jili when he first came to Rong's house. He was just over 20 years old, like a lush, tall and beautiful young poplar, full of youthful spirit.
He is easily shy, always curled up under the quilt like this, blinking his bright eyes and calling him "Sir" in a soft voice. It was the time when everyone was full of vigor and fear, Rong Zhen was in a great mood, caressing his smooth and tender side face, kissed him lightly on the lips, and called him "Lili" in a low voice.
He just thought about it, but unconsciously called out.
He didn't wake up until he heard a completely unfamiliar voice, "Mr. Rong, I'm Fang Min."
Something grabbed his heart, as if it was about to be torn apart, Rong Zhen hated this feeling very much.
And this feeling did not diminish with the passage of time, on the contrary, it became more and more existential. He seemed to be restrained by that toy that he had never dismissed before. This was something Rong Zhen absolutely could not bear.
No one can contain him, let alone the dead.
So Rong Zhen became even more unpredictable and gloomy.
He emphasized to himself countless times that "it's just a dead toy", but one day he suddenly discovered that the toy might not be dead, and even fooled him boldly.
Rong Zhen went completely crazy, and all the complex emotions that had been buried in his heart for a long time were transformed into an outburst of rage, and he smashed everything that could be smashed at hand.
No one ever lied to him.
The whole city of Huai was turned upside down, Rong Zhen could hardly control himself, he wished he could grab that damned thing and break his legs right now, so that he would never be able to run out of this mansion again.
But it's just a little bit worse.
That was the period of forensic autopsy, and the period of time Rong Zhen didn't care about. Just this one hour was enough for a caring person to destroy all traces that could be traced and create a perfect fake death case.
On this point, Jiang Jili seemed to have evaporated from the world.
No matter what, he couldn't find any news about Jiang Jili, even if he covered the sky with his hands in Huaicheng, even if Cheng Yan had already discovered that there was a problem with the death appraisal report.
But it didn't work.
Jiang Jili just disappeared, completely disappeared in his world, as if he had never been here.
The mansion had never been so depressed.
Fang Min, the young master of the Fang family, was thrown back to the Fang family. It is said that when he returned, he was delirious. Fang Rongshan was so frightened that he almost urinated, and almost knelt down to the Rong family on the spot.
Because he heard that Fang Min touched Rong Zhen's inverse scales, he didn't know what happened, he just kept apologizing, crying until his face was full of ugly faces, but the person in charge of sending Fang Min back didn't say anything, all expressions It's complicated, they know why Fang Min offended Mr.
When Fang Min reprimanded Lin Qi, he said: "Jiang Jili's ghost will linger even after he dies, can you please stop putting his things with me."
That night Fang Min's frightened cries resounded throughout the mansion.
Rong Zhen was furious like a blood-eating Shura ghost, but when Fang Min cried, "Sir, please forgive me", Rong Zhen stroked his brows and eyes again, as if looking through him. The same as anyone else, with a deep and tender voice: "Why are you disobedient?" Fang Min was so frightened that he couldn't even cry.
Fang Min was so frightened that he was crippled, and the Fang family was also completely crippled.
And Rong Zhen is becoming more and more crazy in doing things, more and more reckless.
The projects of Zhong Hai and Jingtang Bay were quickly merged. Rong Zhen has the means to master the sky in Huaicheng. If he wants to merge and start, no one can stop him.
But the Qin family didn't know whether it was figured out overnight or what. They didn't fight for the acquisition of Jingtang Bay. Style must be tough.
Everyone in Huaicheng is in danger, but Mr. Qin scoffs at this in private. He always feels that young people who do things so relentlessly will one day be backlashed.
Qin Cong drank his tea with a smile, and agreed with the old man's words very much.
He thought to himself, the fire that set him on fire was about to flare up.
Rong Zhen received a photo processed by special technology, except that he could tell who the person on it was, without any other information. That was Jiang Jili, whom Rong Zhen had never seen before.
The young man in the photo is wearing a simple and loose white T-shirt, which is a style that has never been worn in front of Rong Zhen. The neckline of the T-shirt is vaguely stuck on his delicate collarbone. His eyes are wide open, as if angry , even this expression was something Rong Zhen had never seen before.
He held the photo, almost tearing his eyes.
Then he went into the bedroom where Jiang Jili lived like crazy, and found out all the things he had used, neatly ironed shirts in the closet, cups of water, used shower gel, hidden in the drawer. The little biscuits that got up, the quilt that was covered and so on and so forth.
But no, neither.
These things have nothing to do with the lively and hot young people in the photos, and even the whole mansion has nothing to do with Jiang Jili.
After Jiang Jili disappeared, he became someone Rong Zhen didn't know at all. He is no longer full of fear and suppressed pain, he has changed from a docile toy to another living person.
He hated Jiang Jili again, and his countless out-of-control rages were all because of Jiang Jili.
The damn thing.
Holding the photo in his hand, he didn't know how long he looked at it. The man's tall body suddenly leaned against the bed. He held a white shirt in his hand, and slowly lowered his head and covered it.
It smells like freesia, but not jiangjiri.
Rong Zhen searched almost in pain. His fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly controlled it. He threw away the shirt in his hand and changed to the next one. He kept bowing his head to sniff and throw away , faster and faster, until finally completely furious.
He smashed all the things related to Jiang Jili in the room. The glass water glass that turned out to be clear and bright fell to the ground, and a few large pieces of glass shards splashed out. Rong Zhen slowly squeezed it and held it in his hand. He seemed to feel no pain. , the sharp glass pierced the palm of his hand, and blood trickled down the arteries in his wrist.
He gritted his teeth: "Jiang Jili, you'd better not let me find you for the rest of your life."
Rong Zhen gradually bent down, unable to breathe in pain.
After a long time, the mobile phone whose screen had already been torn apart on the ground vibrated twice, and someone sent him an untraceable recording, and this recording was obviously edited, only a few intermittent sentences.
"Can you stop looking for me again?"
"Don't touch me!"
"I just want to be alone right now."
Rong Zhen's hands trembled so much that he couldn't grasp the phone steadily.
His expression was cold and crazy. At this moment, he didn't know where he was, and suddenly a video jumped out. Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized it.
He stretched out his hand and opened it, and the beautiful and misty face of the young man appeared in the camera. His eyes were red with heart-shattering, and he begged and cried: "Sir, please help me, please?"
The bottom of the trousers was grasped by cold white and slender hands, and his knuckles were a little white from the force.
Rong Zhen heard his own voice coming from the receiver of the mobile phone, indifferent and sarcastic.
"Jiang Jili, are you worthy?"
At this moment, Rong Zhen seemed to finally understand that it was he who picked off the rose with his own hands and destroyed it mercilessly, so the rose withered.
Everyone can be harsh, only he is not worthy.