roccoschili Chapter 643 Familiar People
Chapter 643 Familiar People
It was the third day since Lin Chuyue returned to China.
She went to Xingyue Club alone to meet Xu Jingnan.
This place was a temporary meeting place for Vision Capital in China, with tight security and clean personnel; it was a location personally selected by Lin Chuyue. But the moment she stepped into the private room, a sense of unease suddenly arose in her heart.
"Xu Jingnan?" she asked tentatively.
The man turned around, his expression unchanged, his voice deep and steady: "President Lin, it's been a long time."
It was definitely him. The face, the tone of voice, the build—everything was exactly the same. But—
She didn't take the cup of tea he offered.
"When did you start liking Longjing tea?" she asked, her eyes sharp.
Xu Jingnan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I've given up coffee recently."
Lin Chuyue stared at him, seemingly calm, but her fingertips pressed the record button on the wristband.
Xu Jingnan was once a severe caffeine addict, drinking three cups a day, even when signing documents. She remembered him saying, "I'd rather quit smoking than quit coffee."
How could he so casually say he "quit"?
Her gaze was sharp as she spoke again: "Last time your sister had an accident, I asked you to handle the Southwest project. How many days did it take you?"
"Seven days," he answered readily.
Lin Chuyue remained silent for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on her lips.
"You remembered wrong."
“That time you delayed me for nine days and sent me two apology emails. In the second one you said, ‘I’ll make amends when I die.’”
"I remember even the exact wording."
Xu Jingnan's smile froze, then he regained his composure: "Sorry, I think I got it mixed up."
Lin Chuyue stood up without making a sound, and when she looked up, her gaze was as cold as ice.
"You are not Xu Jingnan."
"Who are you?"
Before the words were finished, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside the private room, and a thick cloud of smoke rolled in, plunging the club into chaos.
Xu Jingnan's lips twitched, and his eyes turned completely cold: "You really are... more difficult to deal with than we anticipated."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a handful of silver needles from his pocket and shot them at Lin Chuyue without hesitation.
Lin Chuyue dodged the attack with a swift movement, drew out the anti-explosive smoke grenade she carried, and instantly created distance.
"Zhanchuan, now!"
The next second, Li Zhanchuan forcefully broke through the window from the ceiling, while Gu Yanchuan led his men to surround him from the other side of the corridor.
Seeing that things were going badly, the fake Xu Jingnan suddenly bit the pill in his mouth, his face turned pale instantly, and then he convulsed and collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Lin Chuyue rushed forward to try to save him, but it was too late.
He destroyed his own central nervous system and died completely.
Gu Yanchuan looked at the corpse with a solemn expression: "Something's wrong. There's a large amount of 'self-implanted stress' drugs in his body."
Li Zhanchuan said coldly, "They are not using body doubles, they are creating 'controllable personality replicators'."
"The experiment you mentioned—has already begun."
**
Back at the temporary safe house, Lin Chuyue pulled out the two emails and handed them to Gu Yanchuan: "He couldn't even fake the smallest details, which means—they can't replicate 'emotions,' they can only forge information."
Gu Yanchuan nodded: "This also shows that you can indeed see through them by relying on 'memory loopholes'."
Lin Chuyue remained unfazed, her voice dropping several decibels: "They didn't use people who looked similar to me to impersonate me, but rather directly 'copied' acquaintances from my surroundings—including their personality, habits, tone of voice, and even hobbies."
"I don't know how much data they have, or how many people they can imitate."
"I don't know who else will become unfamiliar to me next."
She looked at Li Zhanchuan: "What would you do if one day I stopped believing in you?"
Li Zhanchuan slowly walked up to her, looked into the deepest part of her eyes, and spoke with a firm and resolute voice:
"Then I'll let you get to know me again."
Even if it's just once in a while.
"I'm not afraid of you doubting me, I'm only afraid that you won't doubt others."
Lin Chuyue's eyes felt slightly warm.
But at this moment, she knew that building trust was no longer just a matter of "habit," but a struggle to the extreme.
**
Meanwhile, far away at the Dark Web Experiment Center.
Lin Yun stood in front of the holographic projection, watching Lin Chuyue uncover the "replicated personality" one by one, her eyes growing increasingly gloomy.
"She was calmer than we expected."
"The plan needs to be restarted."
The technician whispered, "Mr. Shen instructed that if Lin Chuyue recognizes the 'simulated character,' then the 'multiple personality fusion' plan will be activated."
“By mixing real people with fake personalities, she can’t tell who is real and who is fake.”
Lin Yun sneered: "If she really goes crazy, I'll be relieved."
"pity……"
"She's too lucid."
Her gaze fell on a specific target.
—Lin Zhengguo.
"Next, we'll start with the person she's most conflicted with."
"A father is always the hardest lock to be broken through in a person's heart."
**
That afternoon, Lin Chuyue received a call from Lin Zhengguo.
"Chuyue, are you free tonight?"
Lin Zhengguo's tone was gentle, yet tinged with a rare hint of nervousness: "I want to talk to you."
Lin Chuyue held the phone, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
"it is good."
She didn't tell Li Zhanchuan and Gu Yanchuan.
Because—this is a scar on her family.
It is also a "conundrum of truth and falsehood" that she must face alone.
**
At 7:30 p.m., Lin Zhengguo personally picked her up and took her to the old house.
Lin Chuyue stepped into the place that was once the most familiar to her, yet also the most painful, her eyes filled with cold indifference.
"This is the first time I've come back since your mother passed away," Lin Zhengguo said softly.
Lin Chuyue did not respond.
The father and daughter sat in the restaurant, with some of her favorite dishes from her childhood on the table.
Lin Zhengguo served her some food: "Chuyue, actually that year... I really didn't know Shen Fang had done so many things."
"It wasn't until later, when I saw some account books and photos among her belongings, that I understood..."
He paused, then said, "I'm a failed father."
Lin Chuyue raised her eyes, her gaze calm: "What do you want to say?"
Lin Zhengguo's fingers trembled slightly as he took an envelope from his pocket.
"This is a letter your mother left behind."
"She... actually knew all along that you weren't my biological child."
Lin Chuyue's expression changed, and she slowly opened the letter.
It was a familiar handwriting, and even a faint scent of roses lingered.
The letter's contents matched what Chen Yulan had initially said, but with an additional paragraph—
"If one day you truly learn your origins, don't hate me... you are the best gift."
"No matter whose daughter you are, you are my child."
Lin Chuyue's eyes were slightly moist.
But the next second, she suddenly realized.
This letter is indeed in my mother's handwriting.
But the material of the letter paper was a new material that was only released five years after her death.
"This letter is a forgery."
Lin Zhengguo was stunned: "What did you say?"
Lin Chuyue stood up, her voice already cold:
“My mother prefers to use Xuan paper and fountain pens, and would never use this new type of fiber letter paper.”
"You are not my father."
Lin Zhengguo's expression froze, and a strange smile appeared on his lips: "You really don't trust anyone at all."
Lin Chuyue slowly stepped back and pressed the alarm device: "Thank you for reminding me—from now on, I will not meet any acquaintances alone again."
"including you."
The next second, the lights outside the window suddenly turned on, and several bodyguards rushed in. Gu Yanchuan was the first one to lead the way, protecting Lin Chuyue behind him.
The "Lin Zhengguo" was instantly subdued, and a face-changing mask and voice changer were found on his body. Sure enough, he was not the real person.
Lin Chuyue stood in the wind, watching all this, a cold smile playing on her lips:
"Shen Yanli, you want to use the person I once loved to shatter me."
"Then you should know—I'd rather live alone than be a puppet."
**
[To be continued]
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