roccoschili Chapter 251 Fog
Chapter 251 Fog
The next morning, as dawn broke, Lin Chuyue changed into a simple, neat shirt and trousers, topped with a beige trench coat, exuding a capable and composed air. Standing before the full-length mirror, she calmly gazed at her reflection, seemingly reminding herself that whatever she heard, she must remain composed.
Without notifying anyone, she drove alone to Li Zhanchuan's private club.
This clubhouse is located on the most secluded hillside in H City, making it difficult for outsiders to detect its existence. When Lin Chuyue arrived at the entrance, the black iron gate slowly opened after being scanned by infrared. She walked along the cobblestone path to the main building, where someone was already waiting for her at the entrance.
"Miss Lin, please come with me."
She nodded slightly and followed the attendant into the main hall.
Li Zhanchuan was already waiting on the sofa, his black shirt cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing his strong wrists, his fingertips casually flipping through a hardcover book, looking calm and composed.
Seeing her walk in, he slowly closed the book, smiled slightly at her, and said, "Have a seat."
Lin Chuyue skipped the pleasantries, sat down directly, and got straight to the point: "Tell me, what exactly is this 'thing you should know' you mentioned last night?"
Li Zhanchuan scrutinized her, seemingly checking to see if she was mentally prepared. A few seconds later, he picked up the remote control from the coffee table, pressed a button, and a wall slowly rotated, revealing a huge electronic screen.
On the screen, a surveillance video was playing.
The image was blurry and old, clearly a recording from a long time ago—in a luxurious living room, a middle-aged man was sitting on a sofa with a serious expression, while opposite him, a young man in a black trench coat stood quietly. Although his features were not clear in the image, his tall and aloof figure made Lin Chuyue's heart tremble instantly.
Li Zhanchuan? !
She suddenly looked up, her gaze sharp as she looked at him: "What is this?"
“A video from fifteen years ago,” Li Zhanchuan said calmly, his tone revealing no emotion.
Lin Chuyue's heart pounded, and she turned her head to continue looking at the screen.
The middle-aged man seemed to be negotiating with the younger man, his expression becoming tense for a moment. Then, he got up, walked to the bookshelf, took out a document from a hidden compartment, and handed it to the younger man. The younger man took it, looked down and flipped through it. After a moment, he looked up and said something indifferently.
at this time--
"boom!"
A gunshot!
Lin Chuyue's eyes widened suddenly. On the screen, a middle-aged man clutched his chest and slowly collapsed, blood staining the expensive carpet beneath him. The young man stood there, expression unchanged, casually putting away the documents before turning and leaving.
The surveillance footage ends here.
There was dead silence in the room.
Lin Chuyue's fingers tightened slightly as she stared at the now-darkened screen. After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse: "...This person, is it you?"
Li Zhanchuan did not deny it, but slowly nodded: "It's me."
The air seemed to freeze.
Lin Chuyue took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in her heart: "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"
“Just one of them.” Li Zhanchuan’s voice was low. “You should have already found out that this case was deliberately covered up. The police’s conclusion was ‘accidental shooting caused by a business dispute’.”
Lin Chuyue sneered: "So you're telling me that you killed someone fifteen years ago, but the case was suppressed by your power?"
“I didn’t kill him.” Li Zhanchuan suddenly interrupted her, his gaze deep. “The gunshots at the scene were a pre-arranged trap, and the person who actually killed him was outside the surveillance footage.”
Lin Chuyue frowned deeply: "Then who is the real murderer?"
Li Zhanchuan tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee, his voice calm: "Shen Fang."
Lin Chuyue's heart skipped a beat, and her expression changed instantly: "What did you say?"
“Back then, this middle-aged man was an important figure in H City’s underground financial sector. He possessed a large amount of information on secret accounts, and Shen Fang had been trying to obtain this information.” Li Zhanchuan explained slowly, “I contacted him because he possessed a secret about me…”
"What secret?" Lin Chuyue asked sharply.
Li Zhanchuan was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "My mother did not die in an accident."
Lin Chuyue's eyes widened suddenly.
This statement carries immense weight.
She had always believed that Li Zhanchuan's mother died of illness, but now that he had said it was "not an accident," it meant that what happened back then was not so simple.
Li Zhanchuan lowered his head, a hint of obscure emotion appearing in his eyes: "That man knew some of the truth about what happened back then, and Shen Fang also knew that he possessed this information. She used certain means to silence him before I could."
Lin Chuyue's breathing tightened slightly, as if something was blocking her throat.
She never imagined that Shen Fang's influence had penetrated to such an extent. And Li Zhanchuan had been burdened with this unsolved mystery all these years.
She spoke slowly, her voice somewhat strained: "So, you've been investigating Shen Fang all this time?"
“Yes.” Li Zhanchuan nodded, his eyes darkening slightly. “But she is more cunning than I imagined.”
Lin Chuyue's fingers slowly tightened as she quickly recalled Shen Fang's actions over the years. She had indeed failed and been forced out of the country, but would she really give up so easily?
She looked at Li Zhanchuan, her eyes deep: "Do you think she will come back?"
Li Zhanchuan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words: "Definitely."
The air fell silent once more.
A heavy shadow fell over Lin Chuyue's heart.
She had thought that Shen Fang's defeat meant everything was settled, but now it seemed—
This is just the prelude to a much bigger storm.