Chapter 123 Rose, planted for her
Since the master has spoken, she, the guest, can only be respectful rather than obedient.
The south window directly illuminates the secret passage, and the sun's rays are enough for Cen Qing to see the things inside.
It is almost a few meters deep, and you can see the end at a glance.
There is a computer and several generators inside.
The display is clean enough to show that its owner is here often.
Brought a stool from outside, Ergard asked Cen Qing to sit next to him.
Then turn on the computer, enter the password, and completely pretend that Cen Qing is a transparent person.
"No, such an important thing, is it appropriate for me to see it?"
The more insipid he was, the more uneasy Cen Qing became.
Is the relationship between the original owner and him so good?
The kind that doesn't even take precautions?
"What's inappropriate, don't you know everything about me peeing my pants?"
Cen Qing: Ah, is this an embarrassing thing she can hear without paying?
There are a large number of files and videos in the C drive of the computer, basically they are obtained by directly hacking into the other party's surveillance.
And basically it's all about the Q Group.
It can be said that Egard is really concerned about the Q Group.
"For a long time, the Q Group has a human revival plan. You should also know this. After all, you are the product of this plan."
Egard felt that he had said something nonsense, so he planned to continue talking.
But it was interrupted by Cen Qing.
The amount of information is a bit too much, why can't she understand it.
"What do you mean I am a product of this plan?"
I feel that Egard has a good understanding of what happened to the original owner, and it may be a breakthrough point.
"Aren't you one of the experimental subjects of this plan? Otherwise, how could you have abilities different from ordinary people?"
At this time, Egard was still a little confused.
He even reached out and touched Cen Qing's forehead.
This child must have a fever and burn himself stupid, right?
"I am the person being experimented?"
Cen Qing felt a little unbelievable.
It feels like the world view of the whole book will be subverted, okay?
Isn't she the big boss in the book?
Why did he become a poor little experimenter?
"It's over, haven't you recovered your memory yet?"
Until now, Egard was sure that Cen Qing had indeed not recovered his memory.
Looked at the folder that had been loaded, and then at the dazed Cen Qing beside him.
Egard was speechless and looked up to the sky, yes, he returned to before liberation overnight.
He thought she had recovered her memory, pretending not to know her on the main road was acting.
"I never said that I recovered my memory."
It's always been his preconceived idea, okay?
"Do you have no memory at all?"
Egard suddenly approached Cen Qing, and was slapped directly on the face.
"If you have nothing to do, don't get so close to me, I'm prone to stress, thank you."
The suddenly enlarged face almost didn't send Cen Qing away.
The reaction was greater than reason, she was quick, there was nothing she could do.
"Forget it, I'm used to being slapped by you."
Don't say it, I haven't been slapped in the face for many years, and I still miss it.
Cen Qing: …
Masochistic tendencies, already contacted the mental hospital.
"But about you, I only know a little bit."
It was rare to see Ergard's serious face, and Cen Qing was somehow not used to it.
"A hundred years ago, the Dannister family was kicked out of Jinjiang City, and my parents and I moved to the old house and lived a life of indifference."
Cen Qing frowned, always feeling that what he said next was not very good.
“It rained heavily that night, I remember it well.”
"Wales took me back from watching a movie in the city center. The car was driving a little fast and accidentally hit someone."
"No, in fact, it can't be said that it hit someone, but that person rushed up."
Egard lowered his head slightly, as if in some kind of sad mood.
But his eyes were shining like jewels under the sunlight.
Contradictions and a little sadness.
"Don't tell me that's me."
Cen Qing paused, feeling an inexplicably bad premonition.
"It's you."
Egard turned his head and smiled at her, kind of teasing.
"Don't say it, that scene is really similar to this morning."
"You were hit by a car, but you are fine, it's just that my antique car was hit and deformed."
It is still parked in the basement of the villa, and he has been distressed for a long time.
Seeing his painful face, Cen Qing raised his leg and kicked him.
"Get to the point."
After talking for a long time, I didn't get to the point.
"Isn't my million-dollar car the point???"
That's his father's favorite car!
Seeing Cen Qing swinging his fist, Egard turned off the fire in an instant, and smiled apologetically.
"What is that car, it can't even compare to one of your fingers."
Cen Qing: …
Metal, wood, water and fire you.
Chai rice you salt sauce vinegar tea.
After shaking his wits to liven up the atmosphere, Egard started talking again.
"I was terrified and jumped out of the car, you held my arm tightly, and the first thing you said to me was—
kill me. "
"At that time, you looked like you were only eight or nine years old. Wearing a white nightgown, you seemed to have lost all hope."
It was hard for him to imagine hearing such cruel words from a little girl.
Although his family was humiliated and kicked out of Jinjiang City, Egard never lost hope.
And his parents also tried their best to train him to be a qualified heir who can inherit the family legacy.
That rainy night, he held up an umbrella for her and took her home.
"and after?"
Cen Qing asked.
"Of course I brought you home, or would I let you die?"
Egard blurted out without thinking about it.
To be precise, Arkham had not yet been established at that time.
He asked Wales to check the news of her parents, but they couldn't find anything.
So, I can only be raised as a younger sister.
Who made him so caring?
"When I first brought you home, you always disliked the eerie place here, which reminded you of some bad things."
At that time, there were no roses in the old house, only patches of green ivy.
Monotonous is a bit monotonous, but it can't be called eerie.
But looking into her dark eyes, Egard changed his words again.
Then what can I do with the one I brought back?
Of course I love it.
"Here, you planted that rose by yourself, and it still blooms every year now."
“No matter how many kinds of flowers are introduced in the garden, it is always the one that smells the most fragrant and blooms the most beautifully.”
Egard pointed to Pink Rose poking out of the window, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Her arrival also brought bright colors to this quiet villa.
The rose was planted for her.
(end of this chapter)