Dear Mr. Shi

The truth is like a torpedo, hidden in Shi's chest against the cold. It's so stuffy, it's so stuffy that it doesn't even have to burst, it's as if it's completely submerged by the sound of water.

Shi Yuhan's thin lips pressed coldly, closed his eyes, and said softly: "If it wasn't for your second uncle, what is the reason that makes you unwilling to deal with my father's affairs? Who killed your son? You don’t care, and you let him go? The answer is nothing except your other son, right?

Shi Xiuren seemed unwilling to argue any longer.

His voice was torn apart, gritted his teeth, so helpless and screaming: "Since you know, then why can't you think about your grandpa? Is it possible that grandpa has lost a son and has to bear the loss of another son?"

As he said, he raised his hand in anger, and with his crutches, all the things on the coffee table in front were swept to the ground.

The sound of "bang-bang-bang" pierced the air, suppressing silence!

Shi Yuhan slowly raised his eyes and looked at Shi Xiuren with sad eyes: "Grandpa, I once sweared to the sky, no matter who that person is, I must avenge my parents."

"You want revenge, you must kill your uncle, then your uncle is dead, and Guozheng Awen will come to you for revenge for his father, and then kill you, and then Anno's brother wants to seek revenge from them again. Are you taking revenge or are you torturing my old bones?" The old man's eyes widened, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes almost cracked.

His face was stained with frost, and the severe pain spread in his chest. For a moment when he kept out the cold, he felt difficult to breathe. He didn't make a sound for a long time, but just sat quietly.

When Yuhan didn't say anything, the old man Shi was excited again: "Do you have to take my life, you are willing to..."

As he said, tears flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and he tremblingly said: "I have a few days to live. I will not live anymore. Looking back for some medicine and taking it, let me die like this. , I'm dead for a while, so what you want to do, I can't see it anyway!"

The sound was not heavy, but with desperate sadness, and the shaking room was chilly, as quiet as stagnant water.

It also shook his heart against the cold, giving birth to infinite crimes. He closed his eyes slightly, his voice was dull and colorless, overflowing from his thin white lips: "Grandpa..."

As he said, he opened his eyes, turned to look at Shi Xiuren, and said in a low voice: "Give me some time, I will think about how to solve this matter."

"Resolve?" The old man held back the tears in his eyes, and asked in a mute voice: "How do you want to solve it? Can't the matter just be forgotten? Your second uncle accepts it. I got a gunshot wound and walked around the ghost gate. Isn’t that enough?"

Shi Yu coldly said: "Grandpa, please don't force me. He was wounded by a gunshot, but he provoked all this. I just want him to hand over the murderer, but what did he do, grandpa? But once asked my second uncle, he arrested a woman to threaten me and even wanted my life."

The moment of tension and complexity flashed past the eyes of the old man, and Shi Xiuren sighed: "He did something wrong in this matter. I will let him physically and I apologize..."

With an icy light in his eyes, Shi Yuhan stood up: "Apologize, but the same sentence, I only need him to hand over the murderer who executed the case of the year!"