Chapter 23

Han Li received good news shortly after he returned home.

There has been progress on the Chengdong Casino.

Since he didn't trust the other party much at the beginning, he was careful in all aspects. While installing stakes in his organization, he was not idle either. He secretly arranged his people into the casino step by step. Although he didn't have much room for action, he could also find out a lot of more critical information.

They definitely hide important things like light and dark books, so Han Li didn't have much expectation to find them directly.

He started from another aspect.

Through the chess pieces you have placed in it, I found the table where I have done my hands and feet, and arranged for my experienced people to mix into the huge crowds of people in the casino every day, and then calculated the difference quietly through the tax bills reported by the Eastern Casino every year. Although the implementation time has not been implemented yet, I can vaguely see the amazing comparison of the amounts, and it is already a matter of time to collect all the evidence.

Han Li put down the thick document report in his hand, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

A faint pain deep in the forehead, as if there was an unknown undercurrent being nurtured.

Han Li was a little restless. He found the regular aspirin, peeled out two tablets and put them in his mouth. The bitter pills slowly melted on the tip of his tongue, giving his almost dull senses a little self-abuse.

The door of the study room was knocked gently twice.

Han Li raised his eyes and looked at the door of the study room, and saw that the door of the study was pushed open.

Xu Bo stood at the door with a pallet, his serious and straight face implicitly worried, and asked softly

"Young Master, does your head hurt again?"

Han Li shook his head, threw the aspirin into the drawer, and then locked it back "It's okay, don't worry."

Uncle Xu walked in and put the tray in his hand on the table.

His temples were gray and he was no longer young, but he was not as old as he was, and his straight body was still strong.

Xu Bo was a servant who followed Han Li's mother into the Han family. When he was expelled from the Han family's residence, he was still loyal to him. Xu Bo was no longer just an ordinary housekeeper. For Han Li, he was even closer to his father's existence than the head of the Han family who had never fulfilled his obligations.

He is the only person in the world who can speak out to Han Li.

Uncle Xu frowned worriedly, with a heavy voice filled with unignorable worry, "You must be careful of your health and not be too tired."

He saw how Han Li grew up since childhood and witnessed with his own eyes how Han Li matured quickly, became taciturn, thoughtful, and finally grew up to what he is now. No one knows better than him how much burden he shouldn't bear, but Xu Bo knew very well that his identity could not be argued too much. He could only rack his brains to hope that Han Li could enjoy some of the happiness of this age

"I heard from the young master of the Lin family that you made friends at school."

As Xu said, he took out the cup in the tray and put it on the table. "If you want, you can take him home to gather. After all, I rarely see you making friends of the same age, Master."

Thinking of Cheng Chen, Han Li's facial expression became a little softer involuntarily, and he subconsciously stroked his palm.

My skin, which was frozen by the cold beer before, seemed to be still emitting wet water vapor.

He smiled slightly, looked up at Uncle Xu, "Okay, I will ask him if I have the chance in the future."

Xu Bo put away the tray with some relief, bowed slightly to Han Li, then turned around and walked out.

The door of the study was gently closed, and Han Li was the only one left in the room again.

He turned his head and looked at the cup on Xu Boliu's table, stunned.

In the transparent glass cup, the milky white liquid swayed slightly, flashing under the light with a soft luster and exuding a sweet smell.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the milk on the table tightly, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

He couldn't help but recall the strange kidnapper who saved his life when he was eight years old and saved his legs.

And the similarity that he and Cheng Chen cannot ignore to some extent.

Smoking posture, speaking expression, similar temperament and eyes.

But on the night he had contact with Cheng Chen, he sent someone to carefully check his background. Cheng Chen had no connection with the man in real life, and the unusual things he showed seemed to be explained before today.

Gambling skills developed by a gambling father, and skills developed by a hard life environment.

But Han Li is not so sure today.

Although he is not an expert, the fighting skills and combat experience shown by Cheng Chen are really amazing. If there is someone in his hand, Han Li would not be surprised.

Even though there are so many contradictions and difficult to explain, there is indeed no intersection between the two people.

The man should still be fleeing incognito. Although Han Li did not have the means to revoke the wanted order, he has arranged for people to secretly pay attention to the news in this regard over the years, but there has been no news for eight years.

They all have the same mysteries.

In addition, Han Li couldn't even be sure whether his memory was accurate after so long, and whether it was an illusion of his own. After he was rescued from his kidnapping, he could always pass by someone around him, a shadow of a tree flashing through the window, and see the shadow of that night, either vicious or cruel, or lazy and dangerous. Even if he knew that most people had been imprisoned, he could not prevent himself from having such a clear and real feeling.

He knows what this is.

tsd, also known as the sequelae of stress trauma, is a psychological hidden disease left by a person after experiencing extreme situations.

Even if Han Li was so quiet that he hid, this symptom slowly subsided after a few years.

It is precisely because he does not trust his memories very much that he is even more in a dilemma and hesitant.

Han Li frowned, and the pain deep in his head was faintly visible, and the subtle sensation of needles made it difficult for him to concentrate.

The feeling of fatigue like a tsunami came, and the pain of excessive movement was wafting all over his body, and the tiredness that spread from the depths of his soul eroded his body.

Maybe I should have had a break early tonight.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed the documents on the table, and walked out of the study.

After a short two days of cessation, the nightmare made a comeback again.

Like an incurable chronic disease, it is rooted in Han Li's brain, deeply rooted, and follows like a shadow.

Han Li knew that he was dreaming, but he could not wake up and could only be forced to watch the vivid scenes in front of him.

It is like an immersive witness, or an onlooker outside the matter.

He saw the young himself sitting in a wheelchair barely and being pushed out of the door of the Han family's home. Behind him, the servants deliberately lowered their voices.

"The Han family does not allow a disabled person to become the heir." "What should he do?" "It should be sent to a remote town to raise, I heard." "Poor child, it is said that his grandfather's family will be this time."

"Shh, he's here."

The low whispers and spread around his ears and body, like a tangible black shadow covering him deeply. Even if he closes his eyes and blocks his ears, he cannot escape from those fine whispers.

Pitiful.

Disabled.

My mother died, the Han family wanted it, and my grandfather's family went bankrupt.

Poor, pitiful, pitiful

The scenes in the dream are confused with the experience of reality, which almost makes Han Li unable to tell which one is real and which one is illusory.

He saw himself becoming silent and closed, never mentioning his own life experience, immersed in loneliness, and rejecting everyone.

Han Li felt extremely angry.

So stupid, so cowardly, so ignorant.

He wished he could rush to the small number one self and punch him hard. Your mother's death was hidden. Someone planned to wake up. You self-pity idiot, what you should do most now is to make all those who should be responsible for it pay the price, rather than being self-pitying and being a pitiful person who pitys himself.

Han Li broke free from the constraints of the nightmare.

The night was dark outside the window, and the room was shrouded in the haze between dusk and dawn.

He gasped, his sweat-soaked pajamas tightly stuck to his spine, and a strange feeling of cold and stickyness came.

Han Li buried his face in his palm, his chest fluctuated, and the anger he felt in his dream still dominated his emotions, making it difficult for him to calm down.

A faint burning pain like a needle prick came from the head.

Han Li took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom.

Just as the warm water flow washed down from the top of his head, he suddenly realized

This time, his dream was different from usual. This time, he did not see the scene of his kidnapped and disabled again and again, but saw what happened next.

Han Li twisted the shower and raised his hand to wipe off the water stains on his face. The dark eyes were in line with the night color.

He had a feeling that the dreams he had might be another possibility.

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