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Chapter 410: The Mystery of My Heritage
As we walked in silence, neither of us broke the quiet. We exited the hospital and stepped onto the street. Thank you, Master glanced around before finally leading me to a teahouse called Yuan Lai Xiang.
Yuan Lai Xiang was quite peaceful and remarkably clean, making it an ideal place for heartfelt conversations. Couples often came here to enjoy tea and share their thoughts. Thank you, Master and I entered a private room, took our seats across from each other, and soon someone brought us tea, prompting the conversation to begin.
Thank you, Master looked at me earnestly, his hand hovering near the teacup before he set it down and picked it up again, deep in thought. "You may not want to believe this, but you need to hear me out. Your father worked at the police station under the codename 'Qianlong', and he was the main person responsible for the Qianlong Project. He was also the police department's ace undercover agent. Back then, smuggling and drug trafficking were rampant. As a rapidly developing city, A City was naturally a goldmine in the eyes of drug dealers. A trafficker known as 'Four Seas Brother' came to A City and quickly built an enormous drug trafficking organization within just a few years."
I was stunned into silence; my mind flooded with images of my grandfather because I had never heard anyone mention that my father was an undercover cop. In my memories, there were no parents—just a child abandoned on the brink of death who had been rescued by Ma Wu Grandpa.
However, as Thank you, Master recounted this story, a warm sensation rolled down my cheek to my lips, and soon my vision blurred, making Thank you, Master's face indistinct.
"If you want to cry, just let it out. It will make you feel better," he said gently.
"Why? Why did no one tell me?"
Thank you, Master sighed. "Someone framed your father as a traitor who turned against his own. That's why he died; his body was never found. Over time, no one remembered who he was. His name was erased from the station's files; his true identity and personal records were permanently deleted."
Suddenly, my mind erupted with noise as if ten thousand horses were charging at me. I felt completely disoriented. Anger consumed my rationality; I gripped the teacup tightly until it shattered with a sharp crack in my hand.
"My heart burns..."
My body trembled uncontrollably from rage; I felt numb and could not sense the warmth of the tea until Thank you, Master picked up a tissue to wipe away the spilled tea from my hand, revealing a red mark in my palm.
I struggled to control my surging emotions, terrified that if I lost my composure, I would burst out shouting about the injustice of it all. I fought back tears that threatened to spill over as I choked out a question to Thank you, Master: "Is this what made headlines in old newspapers—the infamous Four Seas Gang drug trafficking case? It implicated many people and involved tens of billions in drugs. Am I really Ma Qi, the son of that '潜龙'?"
Gousi looked somewhat surprised by my revelation.
"That's right. I was also part of the A City Police Department back then. I was fortunate to know Ma Qi's father, and we even became friends. That's why I understand this matter so clearly."
My hands trembled uncontrollably, and my heart felt like it was plummeting, as if I had encountered ice, leaving me frozen with an overwhelming chill. It was as if the walls were coated in frost, and scenes from my mind flashed by—my master, Uncle Zhang, my grandfather. They all should have known my true identity, but why was there not a single person willing to tell me?
"Qi, I will identify Gong Elder's crimes alongside Gousi. Please be patient; as for your father's grievances, we will help him seek justice." This was the most important point. My father had been framed by an Evil Person and had to bear the infamous label of a traitor turning against his own. Perhaps Ma Wu Grandpa changed my name to spare me from bearing my father's name for my own good; maybe he didn't want to reveal the truth until he found solid evidence.
The intention was to protect me from harm.
Gong Elder, that old fox, was nearing his end.
"Thank you, Master," I said as I struggled to control my emotions. He gave me a thumbs-up in appreciation: "You are teachable; you are just like Leng Shaofei back in the day..."
"Leng Shaofei?" The first time I heard this name, I felt an inexplicable sensation. It was as if this name was etched in my memory yet had never appeared before—familiar yet strange.
"Indeed, your father is named Leng Shaofei; your name should be Leng Qi." So it was true; this was my father's given name, and I needed to remember it firmly. Father, I had never seen his face. Through misty tears, I suddenly longed to know what he looked like.
"Uncle Xie, do you have a photo of my father?"
Thank you, Master shook his head solemnly. His calloused hand grasped mine tightly: "Your appearance is just like your father's; when I first saw you, I doubted my senses—how could Leng Shaofei still be alive? Later, upon learning you were from Ma Wu Funeral Home, I truly felt ashamed. All those years, your Ma Wu Grandpa risked everything to raise you alone. He feared suspicion and brought home two children—right, the other one is the chubby one!"
"Yes." I hadn't expected Ma Wu Grandpa to be so cautious when bringing me home, keeping a chubby companion by my side as a cover while growing up. At that moment, I felt a lump in my throat; I wanted to cry but couldn't. Instead, I screamed silently in my heart: Father, where are you? Why did you have to die so tragically that even your Corpse is gone?
"Child, I've finally accomplished something significant by telling you all this; now I can die with no regrets."
"Uncle Xie, please don't say that." I grasped his gnarled hand tightly. Tears could no longer be held back and streamed down my cheeks as he allowed them to flow freely.
As I stepped out with Thank you, Master, Gousi had been waiting outside for who knows how long; he was there to take us home.
Thank you, Master and I got into the car one after the other. I really wasn't in the mood to talk, silently gazing out the window.
Gousi habitually rolled down the window and shook out his cigarette, but at that moment, a cold wind blew in from outside. I shivered slightly; he was driving, and due to the chill, goosebumps appeared on his skin. He couldn't help but curse, "Hammer, why is it so cold? Should I turn on the heater?"
Thank you, Master agreed, "Sigh, getting old means we can't handle the cold. Turning on the heater sounds good."
Gousi turned on the heater, and the car continued moving forward. Suddenly, something flashed in front of the car, startling him. "Did we just run over someone?" Before he could finish his sentence, the car unexpectedly lifted off the ground as if something had hoisted all four wheels up.
"Release the brake! Turn the steering wheel quickly!" I shouted.
In that critical moment, Gousi followed my instructions without hesitation. He instinctively released the brake and jerked the steering wheel sharply. He turned too quickly and nearly crashed into a tree. Then from outside came a series of loud crashing sounds, as if a tremendous gust of wind was trying to lift the entire car. It wasn't an exaggeration; I had a premonition that something was intercepting us.
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