Chapter 617: The young master can hear thoughts again! 33

"Mr. Fu?"

The lights in the study were off, only the backlight from the curtains seeping in, dim to the point of feeling oppressive.

Utterly silent.

Jin Chen took two steps closer and saw Fu Zhenhua sitting on the sofa, the sofa facing the curtains.

No one answered him.

Jin Chen's gaze fell on the coffee table beside the sofa.

A cloth was draped over it, and what lay underneath was unknown.

The next second, the sofa turned around.

Fu Zhenhua sat in the chair, his hands hanging limp.

His chest had a wound, his eyes slightly open, still showing lingering shock, his mouth loosely closed, clearly revealing two pallid lips.

As the chair turned, Fu Zhenhua's head tilted, his lifeless eyes staring fixedly at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's heartbeat skipped a beat.

Fu Zhenhua is dead!

Jin Chen stepped forward to examine closely; it was obvious he had been stabbed to death with a dagger in a moment of great shock.

He lifted the white cloth on the coffee table, and sure enough, there lay a bloodstained dagger.

Just then, the sound of the door opening came again.

Jin Chen's expression changed abruptly, a great shock welling up, and he instinctively looked toward the door that had been pushed open again.

Fu Mu Ci stood outside the door, his pupils trembling, unable to make any other movement.

"Ci bao, don't come over, get out!"

"Huh... huh..."

Fu Mu Ci finally reacted, taking deep breaths, emitting a hoarse gasping sound from his throat.

He held onto the doorframe, his whole body beginning to tremble uncontrollably, even losing his voice.

"Young Master! What's wrong with you!"

The butler and several servants rushed over, intending to help Fu Mu Ci, but were drawn away by the scene inside.

"Ahhh——"

A few timid ones screamed, their eyes showing horror.

Their gaze shifted from Fu Zhenhua's corpse to Jin Chen's face.

At the same time, sirens wailed throughout the estate.

Jin Chen slowly looked out the window, his eyes meeting the butler's.

The butler's eyes flickered, inscrutable.

Fu Mu Ci seemed to regain consciousness, pushing aside the servant supporting him, grabbing Jin Chen to push him, "Go... hurry! You need to go!"

"Go!"

Even though he himself was frightened to the point of nearly fainting, Fu Mu Ci spoke incoherently, also urgently trying to drag Jin Chen away.

"Ci bao, ci bao! Listen to me."

Jin Chen could feel the police footsteps drawing nearer; he realized he had walked into their trap and could only play along for now.

He clung tightly to Fu Mu Ci, and amid the chaos, spoke quickly into his ear in a voice only they could hear.

"Don't pack up; while they're not paying attention, take my phone and go to the address in the first memo note—I'll return to be with you as soon as I can."

Having said that, the police pushed the door open and pointed their guns at Jin Chen.

"Don't move! Let him go!"

"No... no..."

Fu Mu Ci was breathing rapidly, but the officers rushing forward forcibly separated his embrace.

He suddenly began to ring in his ears; everything around him felt like a dream, or like being back to the night he was ten years old.

Watching Jin Chen being handcuffed by those officers and led away, he glanced toward the crowd where Xu Li had appeared at some point, her eyes smiling, her gaze cunning.

The whole world began to spin; Fu Mu Ci felt an urge to faint at any second.

He clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to calm down.

Taking advantage of the butler and servants attending to Father's corpse, he covered the phone Jin Chen had just slipped into his pocket and rushed out of the Fu family estate.

"Where is the Young Master? The Young Master is missing!"

Fu Mu Ci had not yet run out of the estate's main gate when he heard the servants' panicked voices, and the butler suddenly grew urgent, urging everyone to find him quickly.

In a daze, Fu Mu Ci seemed to return to that year's chase on the lawn, with those who wanted his life behind him.

He had never escaped.

The Fu family estate had never been safe.

Fu Mu Ci's expression gradually turned wooden; he would no longer fall to the ground as he did as a child, and he could not be taken back.

He still had to go rescue Jin Chen.

Fu Mu Ci quickened his pace, running along the small path, hiding behind a stone bench outside the garden fence, waiting for those who came to find him to leave.

Only then did he slowly rise, confirming no one would pursue this path, then hurriedly sped up his run.

He ran for a long time, until his lungs felt like they would burst, his legs went weak, and he felt he would collapse to his knees any second, before finally slowing to a stop.

Here he was already a distance from the Fu family estate, and could now get a car.

Fu Mu Ci used Jin Chen to check the address, but lingered for several seconds in the ride‑hailing app.

He was still afraid to see strangers...

He looked somewhat helplessly at the slightly unfamiliar surroundings, and Fu Mu Ci suddenly panicked.

This is clearly the necessary route to leave the residence, yet he doesn't know the way at all.

If it weren't for these things, or if I hadn't met Jin Chen, would I not even have a chance to get out, and would have died in the Fu family's home?

Fu Mu Ci's finger hovered two centimeters above the ride‑hail confirmation spot, but he could never press it down.

Just then, he noticed three unsent emails in the task bar at the top of his phone.

It seemed to be deliberately left there.

Fu Mu Ci hesitated for a second, then opened the topmost one.

"Ci Bao, don't be afraid, I'll be fine, home is safe now, if you're scared to talk to the driver while hailing a ride, just play music and listen to songs, trust me, I'll be back to see you soon."

Fu Mu Ci's eyes trembled, he finally moved his lips, and a faint smile appeared on his wooden face.

Even though he knew Jin Chen couldn't see, he whispered softly.

"Okay… okay, I'll be brave."

He hesitated no longer, pressed confirm, and a car arrived in just a few seconds.

【All right! Host doesn't need to worry, the Main God has gotten into the car!】

0731 wrote the email according to Jin Chen's meaning, and recovered from the earlier fright.

Scared to death!

Jin Chen sat calmly in the police car, with no fear or panic.

The police on his left and right exchanged several glances, feeling that this suspect was a bit too calm.

In the past they had apprehended such calm people before, but they were either ruthless villains or serial killers who killed without hesitation.

The two exchanged glances and paid more attention to the suspect in the middle.

Maybe this will earn them a first‑class merit!

The somewhat young officer observed Jin Chen's appearance, his expression a little strange.

Jin Chen, completely unaware of what the surrounding police were thinking, kept his eyes down and pondered his own matters.

The killer of Fu Zhenhua was surely the steward or Xu Li.

It seems the paternity test matter drove them to desperation.

Jin Chen rarely felt a bit gloomy.

He felt he had been too careless, actually overlooking the steward, this key figure, and from the start there were clearly many doubts.

And it cost Fu Zhenhua his life.

It's not that Jin Chen pities him much, but Fu Zhenhua is Fu Mu Ci's father.

Having again witnessed someone close die horribly before his eyes, Fu Mu Ci is probably just holding on.

He pinched the thing in his palm and stored it in his space.