I am a posthumous child. It is said that my father was a researcher in a public institution and unfortunately passed away during a research project.
Since I was a child, my mother has told me that I should study hard and become a man as upright as my father.
And I lived up to my expectations and passed the 985 exam.
In the second half of my freshman year, my mother died of cancer. I returned to my hometown all the way from Hangzhou to hold her funeral.
While packing up my belongings, I suddenly discovered a strange notebook.
On the first page of the note, I wrote one sentence.
[Zhang Zi, if you see this note, it means I am dead...]
In order to unlock the secret of the notes, I took a leave of absence from school and came to my father's former research institute, but I got involved in an incredible dispute...
A lie must be covered up by a hundred lies.
Unraveling lies, too.
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Food notice:
①, suspense article, third person in the article
②. The author's writing style is poor, and he is quite irritable. Please don't criticize me. If you don't like it, you can leave a cross (づ￣ 3￣)づ
Intention: Existence is reasonable. Immortals grant immortality, and you should do the same.
