Chapter 878

"Tsk, tell me, what is Li Zimu looking for Fang Yang for?"

Li Ye leaned against the table, his face full of curiosity.

"Who knows? If we only look at the things Li Zimu gave Fang Yang, it seems like he has a pretty good impression of him. If it's really that simple, Fang Yang shouldn't run into any accidents."

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Yun Yun looked up at Li Ye, then lowered her head and continued working.

"But, Fang Yang can't possibly gain Li Zimu's trust so easily, right? Wasn't it said that his vigilance is very high? Why does it feel like he trusts Fang Yang quite a bit?"

Li Ye was a bit confused; after all, given the current situation, Li Zimu's personality was far different from what was in the intelligence report.

"Young Master, the boss wants you to come over."

Just as Fang Yang was resting for a moment and deciding to have a good sleep, his door was knocked on very inopportunely.

"Alright, I know."

Fang Yang rubbed his eyes, his face full of helplessness.

He had wanted to take an afternoon nap, but who would have thought he'd be called up now.

Arriving at the study where Li Zimu often stayed, Fang Yang saw Li Zimu reading a book at a glance.

"I'm here. Is there something you need me for?"

For some reason, whenever Fang Yang faced Li Zimu, he always had an indescribable feeling; in any case, he simply didn't want to use honorifics for him.

"Of course, let's go."

Li Zimu put down the book and walked outside with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that Li Zimu didn't seem to want to mention the reason, Fang Yang didn't say a word. If he didn't want to tell him, then so be it; he wasn't that curious anyway.

After all, Fang Yang had known for a long time that the more you know, the faster you die.

Feeling the sound of Fang Yang's quiet footsteps following behind him, Li Zimu chuckled, which left Fang Yang feeling bewildered.

(It's over, it's over, Brother Yang is going to suffer!)

(Hmm? No? What do you mean?)

(No, hurry up and tell us?)

Seeing that no explanation had come for a long time, the fans became even more curious. After all, no one likes a person who only says half of what they mean.

(Did he slip away? No, did he really slip away?)

(It seems so, for now.)

(He really deserves to die!)

Watching the stream of insults in the live broadcast room, Fang Yang felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Hey! As long as they don't insult him! As for the others, you can insult them all you want!

Fang Yang got into the car with Li Zimu and, under Li Zimu's strong insistence, was forced to sit in the back seat.

(Wow, Brother Yang is really highly valued. Look, he's even sitting in the back seat. This is no ordinary level of importance. Look at that Old Wang, he doesn't even have the privilege of sitting in the back!)

(That's true. I reckon the character Brother Yang is playing is the protagonist. As the protagonist, he must have some special golden finger or something.)

Fang Yang looked at the discussion in the live broadcast room and curled his lips. See, isn't it better to just chat nicely in the room? Not insulting people, just chatting about daily life—how nice that is.

(You two, give it a rest. Old Wang is the driver; if he sits in the back, are you going to drive?)

(Seems like... that makes some sense.)

Seeing the sudden realization of some fans, Fang Yang found it quite funny. However, hindered by Li Zimu being right beside him, Fang Yang didn't dare to laugh out loud and could only suppress his amusement, trying to think of sad things from his life.

"Wow, so big."

Fang Yang turned his head to look out the window; this way, even if he couldn't help it, any subtle changes in his expression wouldn't attract attention.

But seeing the tall building in front of him, Fang Yang blurted it out, feeling immensely shocked.

"Hehe, it's the Young Master's first time here, so feeling a little shocked is inevitable. Come, take a deep breath; feeling dizzy is normal."

Huh? A little shocked? Do you even hear what you're saying?

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Also, what do you mean "feeling dizzy is normal"? Did you get the wrong script!?

This is simply not the right thing to say in this situation, is it?

Fang Yang was speechless and very helpless. He didn't expect Old Wang, at his age, to actually keep up with internet slang, but he was using it in the wrong place.

"Fine."

Fang Yang sighed. Anyway, he understood the other party's meaning, and that was enough.

"Li?"

Seeing that only the character "Li" was hanging on the top floor, Fang Yang was a bit confused. Why did they go with a single-character ID?

How unique.

"Yes, Young Master, there are some things you don't know. Everything in this building belongs to the Master. As for the name, he just used a character as he pleased."

"I see."

Seeing Old Wang's inexplicable excitement, Fang Yang really wanted to say, "Actually, you don't need to be this excited."

(Hmm, feels like it's very impressive, although I can't understand it.)

(Ah? Then what are you talking about here?)

The car drove into the underground parking lot. Although Fang Yang had expected it, after experiencing it personally, he still felt that this parking lot was huge.

The three of them walked into the elevator in the order of Li Zimu first, Fang Yang behind, and Old Wang last, slowly going up.

Walking into the elevator, Fang Yang noticed Old Wang seemed to take out a card-like thing and placed it in the sensor area, and they went up at high speed.

(Wow, so high-tech! It's actually card-operated!)

(If that's the case, it should go directly to the top floor, because that's how it's told in other dramas and books.)

(Huh? Really? That's impossible. If only one elevator can go in, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if it broke down?)

Fang Yang was startled; both sides made so much sense!

Who should he support? Or should he remain neutral?

Just as Fang Yang was thinking while watching the fun, the elevator finally approached the top.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Fang Yang was stunned. There were so many people here, and why did they all act as if they didn't see them, all busy with their own work?

However, this atmosphere seemed not bad?

At least he didn't have to face all kinds of gazes of scrutiny, suspicion, and doubt from others.

"Alright, let's go."

Li Zimu chuckled, deliberately standing and waiting for Fang Yang to come back to his senses, calling for Fang Yang to continue moving forward.

"Ah, haha."

Fang Yang, having come back to his senses, nodded awkwardly and immediately followed Li Zimu and the other person's footsteps.

Several people walked on the stairs—one floor, two floors, three floors, four floors—until the fourth floor, when they finally reached the true top floor of this building.

"It's actually taking the stairs."

Fang Yang sighed. Why did it feel different from what he had heard?

"Oh? Do you feel like you should be able to swipe a card to go directly to the top floor, or that only a certain floor accessible by card is the right way?"

Li Zimu chuckled, watching Fang Yang shake his head uncontrollably.

"Hmm... to be honest, I did think so."

Since he had been guessed, Fang Yang didn't hide it anymore and admitted it generously.

(Ah? It's actually not? My years of reading have been a waste of effort!)

(Tsk, how could Brother Yang let you guess so easily? He definitely had to change it up!)

"Haha, young people, understood, understood."

Li Zimu nodded with a smile and brought Fang Yang inside.

Fang Yang turned to look at the location of the stairs and couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, art comes from life and transcends life. Hadn't he just been fooled once?

"Then, then where is this?"

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Fang Yang looked around, very confused. Although it was large, quiet, and beautiful here, Fang Yang really couldn't grasp Li Zimu's purpose in bringing him here.

Being on the top floor proved that this place was definitely not ordinary, but the reason? That left Fang Yang completely puzzled, and he could only ask the person in the know.

In the mysterious little black room, all the police officers were already scared silly, facing northwest with their mouths wide open.

Ah, no, they were scared dumbfounded.