Of course, when the External Relations Department found Park Seki, the alley was already in a mess, but no one else saw any other figure except Park Seki.

"I'm fine." Park Seki put on glasses expressionlessly: "It's a pity that she lets escape."

The staff around couldn't help looking at each other after hearing this.

I am afraid that the one who can escape from Director Park's hands can only be the fourth-level Antuo of the same level. Such a person actually appeared in the textile workshop. Is it really a hidden big fish?

Park Seki ignored it, but closed his glasses slightly and sorted out the clues he had discovered.

Jin Yunying.

A young man with a miserable life experience on the streets, experienced the warmth and coldness of the world before he became an adult, but then changed his fate against the will of heaven and was admitted to the Yunguo Kui Medical Hall. In the end, under unknown circumstances, he became extraordinary.

Park Seki seemed to see a line in such a dramatic life.

A black line hidden behind Jin Yunying seemed to be manipulating the doll, eroding everything about him bit by bit.

Park Seki couldn't help but remember, why did that black line stare at Kim Yun-young?

Is it love? Or responsibility?

After all, there are so many miserable people, why should you stare at you?

Change your destiny?

Let you get into Yunguokui Medical Hall?

Have you made extraordinary?

Does Kim Yun-ying have any characteristics? Do you have the advantages of being superman? Do you have any special family background? Or is there a place for people to use? Well, the last one can probably be included.

Maybe it's because this person is easy to control?

Maybe I know him very well and know him very well.

Consciousness drew all Kim Yun-young's information, and any files that had been in contact with him flashed one by one, especially some close contacts with female traits. A large amount of data flow was constantly intertwined, and a large amount of calculations quickly advanced. Finally, a name appeared in Park Se-ki's mind.

"Is it her?" Park Se-gi opened her eyes and stared at some point in the void, as if she saw the thread: "Yun Jing-hyun."

Jin Yunying's dusty memory seemed to be slowly opened...

...

...

"May I ask, is anyone here?"

The boy knocked on the door and was covered in mud and looked thin.

"Who are you looking for?"

The woman who opens the door is gentle and virtuous, just like a lady from a family.

"I, I'm looking for Jin Yuanxiong, I'm his nephew, I... my name is Jin Yunying."

"Ah, you are Xiaoying, come in quickly, you kid, have suffered a lot along the way, right?"

"You, who are you?"

"I, you have to call me aunt."

"Aunt, aunt?"

"Yes, this will be your home in the future."

"Home?"

The boy scratched his head, as if he was seeing a glimmer of light.

...

"He, who is he?"

"Your uncle."

The man on the bed opened his eyes and raised his hands tremblingly. His skinny hands seemed to be sick and fell into ointment bones.

"What's wrong with uncle?"

"Uncle is sick."

"It seems he is going to say something?"

"Uncle is sick and can't speak."

The hand finally dropped weakly, the man closed his eyes and tears flowed out.

"Uncle is crying."

"Well, Xiaoying is here, uncle is so happy."

The woman took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the man.

The virtuous aunt took care of the sick uncle, and at this moment it seemed to be glowing, and the boy fell into longing.

...

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah, the meat made by my aunt is so delicious."

“It tastes good, eat more.”

"Um."

"Nothing outside."

Aunt said with a smile.

...

"Auntie, why didn't my visiting sister come out?"

"Oh, let's leave the back door."

"Back door?"

There seems to be no back door at home.

...

"Monster, monster... don't come here!"

"What's wrong with Xiaoying?"

"Get out, get out--"

...

Police room.

"Uncle, uncle, he's so bloody, he can move, there are monsters..."

“Where?”

"Under... Aunt's... bed, under the bed."

...

"Where are any monsters?"

"You're scared to sleep, talking nonsense.

"Sorry, I've made you a waste of time."

"Things are in their duty."

"But it's better to take the kids to the Medical Bureau."

“Yes.”

...

In the dark night, the boy ran out.

Pier, street, fight, and nursing home.

Many years later, the boy was injured again and slowly opened his eyes.

"Me, what's wrong with me?"

"You're sick."

Black robe, tall hat, curtain.

A dressed woman served the bowl.

"Drink it, drink it, you're fine."

"Uh...it's so bitter."

"Drink it, just this one, but a good thing."

“So sleepy…”
To be continued...