Obscuris Labyrinth

In that chapter seven full of sorrow and solemnity, Zhao Yuxuan's story was slowly unveiled as if by the hand of fate.

Liu Jiahao was undoubtedly an extremely competent police officer. At this difficult time, it was he who lent a helping hand and enthusiastically helped Zhao Yuxuan get in touch with the funeral parlor. In that solemn mourning hall, a mourning hall was carefully set up, ready for a three - day memorial service, followed by cremation. A faint sense of sorrow pervaded the mourning hall, as if the air had been congealed by sadness.

During these three days of the memorial service, Chen Shihan stayed by Zhao Yuxuan's side all the time without leaving. Her eyes were full of concern and heartache, as if she were the only support for Zhao Yuxuan in this dark hour. However, the behavior of Zhao Qiyang and Wu Junhui made a bitter ripple rise in Zhao Yuxuan's heart. They only came once and then disappeared as if they had vanished from the earth, never showing up again. Although Zhao Yuxuan remained calm on the surface, deep in his heart, how much he longed for the company of his friends. He thought to himself silently that if it were Zhao Qiyang or Wu Junhui who had suffered such misfortune, he would surely have stayed by their side all the time. Nevertheless, he finally chose to forgive. He said to himself in his heart that perhaps they were just afraid of the mourning hall, a place full of the atmosphere of death. After all, friends should be inclusive and understanding of each other.

On the second day, Zhao Yuxuan's eldest uncle Wang Ruize and his uncle Liu Junchi rushed over. Their faces showed the fatigue of the journey, but were also full of concern for Zhao Yuxuan. As soon as they arrived, they hurriedly helped with the funeral arrangements, bustling about, wanting to do their bit for this severely stricken family. Sadly, very few people came to pay their respects.

Zhao Yuxuan knew clearly that his parents had been busy traveling around all year long and should have had quite a few friends in Starlight City. Since childhood, his parents had taken him to meet all kinds of people, and those fragments of memories kept flashing through his mind. But almost none of these people showed up. How could this be? His parents were somewhat well - known figures in Starlight City. Since the tragic incident occurred, in the past two days, all kinds of media had reported this matter prominently. The whole Starlight City was like being hit by a blockbuster bomb, and the news spread like wildfire. There were even some absurd statements, such as "the vengeful ghost chasing the soul" and so on. In such an舆论环境 (public opinion environment), there were probably very few people who didn't know about this matter. For the first time, the idea of "human feelings are as thin as paper, and when a person is gone, the tea gets cold" crept into Zhao Yuxuan's mind like a cold viper.

However, it seemed that fate didn't want him to be completely desperate. On the morning of the third day, some figures appeared in the mourning hall. They were actually some employees of his parents' company.

Back then, the company was originally located in Starlight City. As his parents' foreign trade business thrived and the scale continuously expanded, it moved to Starlight Town. The urban environment of Starlight City was very charming, clean and beautiful, like a serene pearl, very suitable for living. Moreover, Zhao Yuxuan was reluctant to leave his childhood friends like Zhao Qiyang and Wu Junhui, so his parents didn't force him to move away. Over the years, Zhao Yuxuan had only been to his parents' company once. It was an entire floor of an office building. Once you entered, you could feel an imposing and luxurious atmosphere hitting you. In the spacious and bright office area, at least more than a hundred employees were bustling about. His parents also deliberately took him to a man in his fifties named Chen Yuxuan. He looked calm and capable, and his parents introduced him as the deputy general manager of the company, who had extremely rich experience in foreign trade. At that time, his parents also hoped full of expectation that Zhao Yuxuan could come to the company to study with him after graduating from college.

Now, it was Chen Yuxuan who came, along with about ten old employees of his parents. Seeing that their bosses had passed away, each of them had red - rimmed eyes, with tears welling up in their eyes and finally couldn't help but spill out. This scene made a warm current rise in Zhao Yuxuan's heart. At least this proved that his parents had been kind and lenient to their employees during their lifetime and hadn't treated them harshly.

However, the conversation with Chen Yuxuan and the others made Zhao Yuxuan's heart a jumble of emotions, feeling both guilty and angry. It turned out that his parents' company had been sealed up, and the employees still had three months' wages unpaid. However, to Zhao Yuxuan's surprise, everyone had no complaints and showed sympathy for the company's misfortune of being cheated this time. They all said one after another that if this business had been successful, the company would have been fully capable of turning around and resolving the crisis. Who would have thought that they would be defeated by Li Yifei, a Briton with whom they had cooperated many times before? Now, although the case had been reported, since the other party was far abroad, it was almost impossible to solve the case.

Everyone silently kept vigil for Zhao Yuxuan's parents in the mourning hall for the last night. The matter of the cemetery was left to the eldest uncle and the uncle to arrange, just waiting for the cremation and burial tomorrow.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the mourning hall was silent, only the faint sound of Zhao Yuxuan burning paper for his parents could be heard. Just then, a middle - aged man in his forties, slightly plump, walked in. His steps were a little heavy, and his eyes showed an indescribably complex emotion.

Zhao Yuxuan looked at this strange face, full of doubts in his heart. He saw this man looking at the portrait of his father, Sun Qiming, for a long time without moving his eyes away. His eyes seemed to be recalling something, and also seemed to be resenting something. Zhao Yuxuan was just about to step forward to ask when he was suddenly pulled back by Chen Yuxuan beside him. Chen Yuxuan had a worried look on his face and said in a low voice, "Yuxuan, don't go. This man is named Wu Qiming. He was a very good friend of your father during his lifetime. This time, your father borrowed a large sum of money from him for business. After the business was cheated, of course, the money couldn't be repaid. He probably doesn't come with good intentions. You'd better stay away."

As he was speaking, suddenly, that Wu Qiming seemed like a powder keg that had been lit, pointing at Sun Qiming's portrait and cursing loudly. His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged as he roared angrily, "Sun Qiming, Sun Qiming, I was really blind before. I actually believed you, this heartless guy. I tried every means to lend you so much money, but now I've lost everything, and my company is almost unable to hold on either. You're good, you ran away to the underworld to avoid the debt. You dead ghost, pay me back, pay me back." As he cursed, his throat moved, and he spat out a thick phlegm. The phlegm landed right on Sun Qiming's portrait, and then he turned around and was about to leave.

Just then, a voice came from behind him, saying, "Mr. Wu, stop right there." This voice was like a sudden thunderclap, exploding in the silent mourning hall.

Wu Qiming turned his head and saw a young man of medium build, handsome - faced, with a black armband on his arm standing behind him. He couldn't help but sneer coldly, and his smile was full of disdain and contempt as he said, "You are Zhao Yuxuan. I've heard your dead father mention you. What? I spat phlegm, and you're very unconvinced, right?"

At this moment, Zhao Yuxuan's eldest uncle Wang Ruize, his uncle Liu Junchi, and Chen Yuxuan all hurried over. Their faces were full of anxiety and uneasiness, and they all stood in front of Zhao Yuxuan and said in unison, "Yuxuan, forget it. Don't make trouble." Chen Shihan also hurriedly said, "Yuxuan, just let him go."

Zhao Yuxuan's face had been as calm as a still lake without any ripples before, but at this time, suddenly, like the lake surface before a storm, huge waves surged up. He roared loudly, "Get out of the way, all of you get out of the way." This voice was extremely loud, echoing throughout the mourning hall, like the surging waves crashing against the rocks, attracting everyone's attention. No one would have thought that this fair - skinned and refined - looking young man could have such a big temper and could make such a loud voice.

The several adults blocking in front of Zhao Yuxuan had never seen him react so strongly either. Their hearts seemed to be suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and they were all startled by this sudden voice and involuntarily moved aside.

Wu Qiming's eyes also flickered, as if he was slightly intimidated by Zhao Yuxuan's momentum, but he still didn't want to show weakness and still said coldly, "Zhao Yuxuan, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yuxuan's face showed a terrifying calm. He was like a volcano about to erupt. On the surface, he seemed calm, but inside he contained endless energy. He slowly walked forward a few steps. Each step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart. He came to Wu Qiming and said word by word, "Mr. Wu, immediately go and wipe your stinking phlegm clean, and then kneel down and kowtow three times to my parents to apologize."

Wu Qiming was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and burst into laughter. His laughter was extremely harsh in the mourning hall. He said, "Just you? You want me to kneel down and kowtow? Kid, you should eat a few more years of rice. What if I don't kowtow? What can you do to me?"

Zhao Yuxuan still had no expression on his face, but firmly said, "I won't let you leave this mourning hall. If you don't believe it, you can try."

Wu Qiming was about a meter eight tall, with a burly figure, having the maturity and sturdiness of a middle - aged man. He looked down at this twenty - something - year - old young man, who was a head shorter than him and didn't look very tough. He had been sneering at first, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the light in his eyes. It was a death - like, fearless light, and the sneer froze on his face. But he also didn't want to show weakness to this inexperienced kid, so he confronted him.

Just then, Zhao Yuxuan's uncle Liu Junchi walked up again. There was helplessness and anxiety on his face. He pulled Zhao Yuxuan and earnestly said, "Yuxuan, listen to your uncle, okay? Don't make any more trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yuxuan suddenly exploded again like an enraged lion. He suddenly pointed at his father's portrait, and his eyes seemed to be burning with angry flames as he said loudly, "Make trouble? That's my father. No one can be disrespectful to him. Whoever tries to persuade me, I won't recognize anyone."

It was really unexpected that Zhao Yuxuan, who had been well - educated since childhood and had always been polite to others, could be so stubborn. Liu Junchi's lips trembled with anger. He pointed at Zhao Yuxuan, both angry and anxious, and said, "You child, you child, how can you be so unruly, how can you be so unruly? You don't even listen to your uncle's words." As he said this, he walked aside helplessly.