Song Shaojun stared at the eyes of the man in front of him and chuckled: "Mr. Mo, I ask if you recognize your brother, you have always denied it. What exactly do you want to cover up?"

The mine accident in Johannesburg was a man-made accident. Unfortunately, the African police were incompetent, and the local environment and equipment were poor, so the murderer was never found. The police concluded that the murderer also died in the mine accident.

Song Shaojun knew it was a murder, but he had no way to find the truth.

Five years have passed.

"Mr. Song, I really can't understand what you mean. If you come to me to say this, I'm sorry, I don't have time to accompany you. If you think I murdered your brother, you can sue me in court and I'll accompany you to the end."

Mo Xiu has a tough attitude and has enough confidence.

"Mr. Mo, of course you know that I can't win, and you know that I have no evidence at all." Song Shaojun said slowly, "Because, you are my brother, Song Shaoyan."

Song Shaojun's clear voice was calm, and even his heart did not fluctuate.

But Mo Xiu's face changed, and he was the only one who knew the expression under his mask.

The hands on the handle were tightly tightened, his thin lips were pursed, and his endless eyes were full of depth.

The wind is strong in the wilderness and the moon is clear and bright.

The surroundings are quiet and there is no sound.

After a long time, no one spoke again.

As the eyes met, Song Shaojun and Mo Xiu's eyes collided, and countless sparks splashed out.

Mo Xiu laughed: "Mr. Song really drank too much today."

"Song Shaoyan, you have been away for five years. It seems that you don't plan to become Song Shaoyan again." Song Shaojun said.

"I don't like talking to people who are not awake." Mo Xiu suddenly turned his wheelchair and prepared to leave.

"It's you who are not awake!"

Mo Xiu stopped with his back: "Mr. Song, it seems that we have no common language, so we don't have to see each other again in the future."

"Song Shaoyan, I don't know your current situation, and I don't plan to explore it. Since you don't want to admit to anyone that you are Song Shaoyan, then you will live your life with Mo Xiu's identity from now on." A dark light flashed in Song Shaojun's eyes, "I have no other requests, don't disturb Ning'an again."

Hearing the woman's name, Mo Xiu's lips curled up a sarcasm.

It seems that Song Shaojun doesn't know what he and Ning An have seen long ago.

It seems that the relationship between Song Shaojun and Ning An is not as good as saying anything.

"Mr. Song will go back early to rest when he gets drunk. Don't talk nonsense in such places." Mo Xiu took out his cell phone and was about to call his driver.

"Song Shaoyan, there is no need to refuse to admit it in front of me. It was the ashes I went to Africa to pick up. The disaster scene was extremely chaotic at that time. You and Mo Xiu's ashes had long been mixed up. The local police said that it was you, so I took you home. If I hadn't inferred wrongly, Mo Xiu was buried in the cemetery."

"Mo Xiu, Song Shaoyan..." Mo Xiu murmured to himself, "Everything is dead."

"Ha." Song Shaojun sneered, "Mo Xiu is dead, Song Shaoyan is not dead."

"Song Shaojun, you are talking nonsense." Mo Xiu stared at him with cold eyes.

Song Shaojun is still leaning on the body of the car.

The moonlight stretched their figures, and in the empty wilderness, there were only two of them.

His eyes were silent and his words were pale.

The wind whistled past, and the heart was deserted and no grass grew.
Chapter completed!