Chapter 22: The Memories of the Strict Father

Although Yan Bing's family of three was amused and cheerful, Ye Fan was still very moved by their enthusiasm. Yan's mother rubbed her hands and said, "It seems that I must cook myself today."

The stern father nodded with a general demeanor and said, "Cook a few of your specialties, otherwise I have to take action."

Ye Fan naturally couldn't help but be polite: "No need to be so troublesome, just eat something casually!"

Yan's mother didn't say anything, but just smiled and went into the kitchen. Yan's father said to Yan Bing: "Yan Bing, take Ye Fan around our house so that he won't get lost in the toilet."

Ye Fan thought it wasn't that exaggerating, but Yan Bing had already responded, and Ye Fan had to get up.

If it takes time to go back to the Xu family, then it takes only a moment to go back to the Yan Bing family. There are only three rooms and one living room in total. Yan Bing introduced one by one: our starting point is in the living room, and then we will arrive at my parents' bedroom, and then we will be my house. Now we are at the last stop of this journey: the study room, and next we will return to the starting point.

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, wandering around the house in a fake manner, pretending to be quite interested in admiring the decorations in the house. It was almost noon, but the dark floor-to-ceiling curtains in the study were not opened, and the room was very dim. Yan Bing turned on the ceiling light. Ye Fan had already finished pretending to leave, but his eyes suddenly lit up and his eyes fell on the writing table in front of him.

On the wide writing desk, there was a laptop computer and a pen holder with several pens in it. But what Ye Fan noticed was a corner of the table, where there was a small metal notebook, which Ye Fan only felt familiar.

He pretended to pick it up casually, and he was quite heavy to get it. He opened it gently, and Ye Fan secretly shouted indeed.

On the left is just a photo without a crown, but it is full of energy; on the right, it clearly reads: Special investigator, Yan Yi. It is the same as the ID of Xie Mingjun that he saw that day, but the concave and convex strokes of the few words this time seemed to be slightly different from what he saw last day.

Yan Bing came over at this time, not caring about Ye Fan's scrutiny of this thing, but said lightly: "This is my father's ID."

Ye Fan said: "So your father is a special investigator."

Yan Binglu was surprised: "Do you know what a special investigator is?"

Ye Fan said: "I don't know very much, I'm just about to hear you."

"That's better let my dad say it." The two of them walked out of the study as they said.

Yan's father turned his head and saw the two of them coming out and said, "Ye Fan, do you know the special investigator?" The senses of the craftsman are stronger than ordinary people. Ye Fan and Yan Bing are not particularly hiding when they talk in the house, so Yan's father can hear clearly even though he is in the living room.

The two sat back on the sofa, and Ye Fan said: "I don't know, it's just that I've seen the same ID as you."

"Oh!" The Yan Father responded and said, "I have had contact with the special investigator. What are you doing? I refer to your identity as a savant."

Ye Fan hesitated, and his strict father immediately smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if it is inconvenient." Ye Fan felt relieved.

The Yan Father said at this time: "The special investigator is cool, but it is actually a state agent. The reason why he is special is because of his skills."

Ye Fan nodded and said, "The agent's identity should be kept confidential, right? Tell me it's okay?"

The father of the stern father smiled and said, "You have seen my ID, how can I keep my identity confidential from you? As long as you don't tell me, it doesn't matter if you know more."

Ye Fan hurriedly said, "Of course I won't say it out."

Father Yan said: "As a special investigator, the tasks performed are basically something that ordinary people cannot do, and most of them involve the practitioner."

Ye Fan nodded and said, "I think this will be the case."

Yan Bing interrupted: "Don't agree with him, it's time to talk about it."

"What does it mean?" Ye Fan didn't understand.

Yan Bing glanced at his father and said, "You think, if you can't catch any of his agents, just talk about it casually! Today I'm a rare encounter with you who can hear you. I have to take out all his bad achievements and show them!"

"This is a manifestation of my trust in Ye Fan. What do you know?" The father of the stern father immediately said, then looked at Ye Fan and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't kill you to silence you."

The words of killing you to silence you come out of the mouth of the Yan Father, as relaxed and comfortable as saying that you are giving you an apple. Ye Fan did not expect that there would be such danger, but now when the Yan Father reminded him, he suddenly became scared.

Yan's mother was probably cooking in the kitchen while listening to the movements outside. As soon as the words "kill you to silence you" fell, she had already rushed out of the kitchen and asked, "Who do you want to silence?" The kitchen knife in her hand shone brightly, and the light was no less than that of Baiya. Ye Fan's fear was deeper.

The stern father quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

Yan's mother returned to the kitchen, and Ye Fan didn't dare to ask any more questions at this time. Unexpectedly, Yan's father was really like Yan Bing said, and he was about to open the chattering basket, with deep eyes as if he wanted to swallow people. It was obvious that he was having a very deep memory.

"Twenty years ago..." The voice of Yan Father suddenly became magnetic.

"I just passed the assessment and became a special investigator. I soon received my first mission. I was very excited at the time. However, the more important reason why this first mission impressed me was that during this mission, I met my current wife, Yan Bing's mother..." Yan Bing ruthlessly robbed the vows and finally said: "Dad, do you have to say something new? Every time it is these, and you don't even change the lines. Is there a typo I just said?"

Yan's father was embarrassed. Yan Bing's imitation of him was not just a typo, but even his voice, tone, and tone had reached the level of being fake. If Yan Bing hadn't spoken in the end, Ye Fan wouldn't have noticed this and almost thought he was watching a movie. His voice-over was heard in his ears as the protagonist.

Yan's father didn't continue talking, but Yan Bing was excited: "Dad, do you dare to tell someone I've heard of less than three times?"

"Fourteen years ago..." "The car flew over the broken bridge to chase the enemy, nine times..." Yan Bing snatched it.

"Six years ago..." "From the plane tracking to the subway, from the subway to the train, but finally caught the person on the boat, nine times." Yan Bing snatched him again.

"Three years ago..." "Catch Fang La with one arm...four times!" Yan Bing said.

"Wait." This time, Ye Fan interrupted, "Catching Fang La with one arm is Wu Song in the play, right?"

"Oh, yes, sorry, it's called Fang Na. I accidentally said it wrong. Look, I've just heard it four times and I'm a little unfamiliar. The one he caught was called Fang Na, who was a woman, otherwise how could he be captured by one arm? Because it was a woman, it was captured by one arm, with the other hand... who knows what he did!" Yan Bing talked endlessly.

Yan's father finally got a little angry, and Ye Fan was silent. It was obvious that there was no doubt about this family, so he was wondering whether it was a father and son or a brother.

With a "bang", Yan's father slapped the table, and Ye Fan was startled. Yan's father pointed at Yan Bing and shouted: "Have you heard it ten years ago!"

Yan Bing thought hard and finally said in a daze: "It seems that I have never heard of this."

The stern father was proud: "You really think that I'm pouring everything out!"

Yan Bing immediately browned and slapped the table and pointed at his father, "So there are still people in the bottom of the box, so let's talk about it!"

One of them showed off the other and the other was passionate. Ye Fan was caught in the middle and suddenly felt that he had nothing to do. Although the Yan Father was about to tell him.

However, the Yan Father's face became solemn, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Full in the box? Not at all. The reason why I haven't talked about this is because this is the most failed task I have completed in so many years."

Yan Bing was so focused that he didn't even feel at ease, so Ye Fan had to look very interested in listening.

So the Yan Father's eyes began to become deeper again, and his voice began to become magnetic again: "I have carried out countless tasks of all sizes over the years. Although I don't say that all of them were perfectly completed, it was only that time because of my lack of personal abilities, which led to the final failure. This failure is indisputable. Even if I were given another chance at that time, I would not be able to succeed."

"What is the task?" Yan Bing asked urgently.

"The task is very simple, it's just to catch a person." The father of the stern father said lightly, "This person's identity was very secret at that time. It took me more than three months to track down his whereabouts. Finally, there was one time, I thought the time was ripe, so I took action at him."

"What's the result? Did he take it down?" Yan Bing asked. From Yan's previous trailer, it was not difficult to guess the ending.

The stern father nodded sadly and said, "Yes, at that time, I just wanted to not have a single mistake to give this person a chance to escape. But he did not think about running away at all, but defeated me face to face, and left in front of me openly."

"What 'skill' is this person using? It's so powerful?" Yan Bing asked again.

"I don't know." The father of Yan shook his head, "I had already completed the 'delay' at that time, but even so, my weapons could not be close to his body. His hands were obviously empty, but I always felt that something was catching up."

"What's going on?" This time it was Ye Fan's first question. Before he knew it, he was also attracted by the old past events that Yan's father told him.

"Is his weapons invisible?" Yan Bing not only asked, but also reasoned.

Yan's father shook his head and said, "I have been thinking about it for so many years. It's a bit outrageous to say that it's invisible, but I have another idea, I don't know if it's possible."

"What is it?" Yan Bing asked.

The stern father looked at Ye Fan and said, "Ye Fan, you should have reached the level of 'betting', right?"

Ye Fan nodded.

The stern father said: "Then have you noticed what these things you 'note' have in common?"

Ye Fan shook his head blankly.

The stern father said: "The 'note' that we ordinary savvy players think of is all solid. This is almost a fixed mindset."

"Yes, it's true." Ye Fan suddenly realized, and he vaguely felt what the Yan Father was going to say.
Chapter completed!