Brother Qiang was taken aback by Zhou Xiaoguang's words, and was stunned. Is it possible that the person really drank too much nonsense?

On this side, Zhou Xiaoguang also started to play drums in his heart. Although he has been walking around on this set since he was sensible, he has never heard of any treasures on the set, but he doesn’t know it, and it doesn’t mean that his father is not. I know, it's better to go back and ask Lao Zhou. Maybe my father knew it. After all, my father was older and knew a lot.

So, he sneered, "Just stay here, I'll rest a while later, and I'm a little hungry when I'm tossing you for a long time. When I'm full, I will come and play with you."

He picked up the leather whip on the ground and hung it on his shoulder, then, with a baseball bat in one hand and big scissors in the other, walked out of the cell door, locked the door, and left.

When the footsteps faded away, Brother Qiang realized that he was still locked on the wall, so he opened his throat and shouted, "You **** beast, I ran to eat and drink by myself, but left me here. "

As soon as the wind blew, Brother Qiang remembered that the root of his life was still exposed outside, but there was no trick, he could only stand so humiliatingly.

At this time, he heard the meow again.

Meow--meow--

That kitten again?

He heard a squeaky footstep, and outside the iron fence, the fleshy little cat appeared again.

"Mimi, little cat."

He lowered his voice and called softly.

After looking at him with a tilted head, the kitten meowed and ran away.

Brother Qiang cried out, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Zhou Xiaoguang stabbed back to his room, pushed the door, and found his father, Lao Zhou, wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on a chair in a daze.

"Dad, what's the matter with you, why don't you find clothes to put on after the shower? Don't you worry about catching a cold if you sit like this? This basement is not as cold as the ground."|

Lao Zhou looked in a daze, and when he heard his son speak, he turned his face slowly.

Zhou Xiaoguang was immediately dumbfounded when he saw his father's face.

At this time, Lao Zhou looked old and haggard, and he was completely different from before. The white hair on his head and the frown on his face seemed to suddenly increase. It seemed to be ten years old suddenly.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? Why do you look so old?"

Lao Zhou didn't answer his son's question, only a wry smile.

"No, everything is gone."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Friendship, love, work, and a stable life are all suddenly gone."

Lao Zhou looked infinitely painful, holding his head and crying loudly.

Zhou Xiaoguang heard it and knelt down in front of his father with a thud.

"Dad, all blame me for being bad. I made you lose everything. You could have lived happily and spent a carefree old age. I'm sorry, Dad."

Lao Zhou patted his son's thick shoulders with trembling hands.

"Get up, boy. You don't want to be a father, and you are like what you are today. As a father, I have to review myself."

"No, unless Dad is willing to smile at me, I will get up, otherwise I will kneel on the ground until Dad laughs happily."

At this moment, Lao Zhou was crying like a man of tears, with countless regrets and thoughts intertwined, what came to mind was the rusty iron that he missed to kill Sister Luo and Lao Hei hitting the old locust tree. He can't laugh at the sticky picture.

However, he didn't intend to tell his son about these things. What parents showed to the hacker should always be the best, right? So these disgraceful things must never be known to my son. Because Lao Zhou knows that all the behaviors of parents have very big images on children.

But when he heard his son ask him to smile, Lao Zhou still tried to squeeze a bleak smile.

The smile looks really uglier than crying. Over the years, Lao Zhou has spent this way. No matter how hard he is, when facing his son, he still has to work hard to bloom such a smile to win his son's favor.

When Zhou Xiaoguang saw his father smile, he stood up happily, and then hugged his father's shoulders like a child.

"Dad, let me tell you, I asked them their secret."

Hearing this, Lao Zhou shook his body and opened his eyes, "What's the secret?"

"Dad, have you forgotten that you asked me to interrogate Brother Qiang and find out what is the purpose of Yu Yong's part-time job at the Youth Film Studio?"

"Of course I didn't forget. What secret do they have?"

"Yu Yong owed Qiang brother's loan shark, so Qiang brother forced Yu Yong to come to the set to find treasure."

"Treasure?"

Lao Zhou felt a little in his heart.

So far, all of Yu Yong's weird behavior has a reasonable explanation.

No wonder this Yu Yong, a master student who was willing to lay down his high-paying job instead of doing it, came to the studio to do a night patrol, and he wandered around the studio alone when he came. It turned out that he was looking for treasure.

"Dad, are there any treasures in this youth film set?"

Lao Zhou frowned, "The predecessor of the Yinbao Building was a private residence of a nobleman in the Qing Dynasty. It was demolished and rebuilt after the liberation. As for whether there are treasures, it is not known."

When Zhou Xiaoguang heard this, he became interested, "Oh? What is the name of that Qing Dynasty nobleman?"

"It seems to be called Aixinjueluo or something, I don't know the specifics."

"Aixin Jueluo? This is clearly the surname of the Qing Dynasty royal family. Dad, in my opinion, this treasure may be true."

"Even if it is true, we don't know where the treasure is hidden, it's still useless."

"Dad, you have been working on the set for decades. If there are treasures in it, you can still let the social scum like Qiang Brother and Yu Yong take the lead? It is true that we have to find a way to get the treasure. Wait for us to get it. After arriving at the treasure, it is a good idea to bleach your identity and start a new life abroad."

After listening to his son's words, Lao Zhou's muddy eyes suddenly lit up, "Start over?"

Zhou Xiaoguang nodded, "Yes, start over."

Lao Zhou nodded solemnly. With so many unhappy things happening, it would be great if everything could start again. If he could go back twenty years ago, maybe he should calm down and work hard to build a good relationship with his wife Zhang Aihong, so that his wife will not be crazy, and his son will be accompanied by his mother, and he will not become what he is now.

However, if you can escape abroad with your son, maybe you can forget all your unhappiness? If you stay away from this place of right and wrong, you can calm down and educate your son, right?

"But Dad, how do we find those treasures?"

Lao Zhou frowned, spoke for a while, and said with difficulty, "My boy, what I think now is that so many people have disappeared from the Cyan Film Studio, and the police will come back soon."

The father and son were silent for a while.