The e-sports industry is the fairest industry. People like Ho Berg and Wei Taiqiang were not considered particularly rich families before.

However, after relying on their own efforts, they actually opened a new door for themselves and others. Many people would not have imagined how Heberg and Wei Taiqiang could have gained a foothold in the fierce market competition, and they would not have imagined how Heberg and Wei Taiqiang could survive from those competitors who had already been red-eyed.

Those people couldn't figure out how He Berg and Wei Taiqiang could achieve such great achievements in the e-sports industry that consumed all their energy and might not be able to succeed.

In fact, this is a kind of survivor bias. Those people think that He Boge and Wei Taiqiang are people who succeed casually.

However, the people who started their business with Wei Taiqiang and He Berg did not succeed a lot, but on the contrary, the majority of these people failed. These people are now thinking about their own affairs. They believe that they are talented people, but they lack opportunities and fail.

In fact, that fact is not the case. Some of those successful people rely on luck, but luck cannot always take care of someone.

Yes, I saved your life. Because I love your mother so much and want to have a baby with her. A crystallization of love…’”

The cat suddenly ran away.

"You're right," said Hoberg. "I'm thinking too much!"

Yu Yali smoked on the balcony. She shouldn't have smoked, but she didn't care. She only smoked one cigarette. In fact, it was three, only three. The red-haired and yellow-toothed girl on the bed next door was very accomplicated. She left her whole pack of cigarettes: "You can do it yourself."

Yu Yali listened to He Boge's message. She answered with her fingertips. He Boge couldn't find her. It would be fine if she had to finish the road alone.

This child cannot be kept no matter what. Yu Yali knows more than anyone else about this. How could she put this lifelong pain on others, especially an innocent child, her flesh and blood? How could she endure herself and pass this curse on others?

Yu Yali's left palm tightly held the Tuvarek cross that Heberg gave her. Her right fingers were trembling, while holding a cigarette while pressing the buttons of her phone. The smoke rose up and was slightly blue by the backlight of the small screen. Yu Yali divided her long message into four times.

Hoberg, everything will be over soon. Don't worry. This surgery is very ordinary and takes only a few minutes.

I will meet several doctors tomorrow. They said that for anesthesia, more tests are needed. Perhaps it is just a procrastination tactic of the psychologist. I want to give me some more time to consider. Who knows?

As a result, I have to wait until the day after tomorrow to enter the operating room. You don’t have to worry about me. My decision was right and everything will go smoothly.

Take good care of yourself. Yu Yali.

Heberg was lying on his childhood bed in his room and saw Yu Yali's text message. He immediately tried to call her back, but she didn't answer.

Cao Wangrong let go of the stone in his hand.

"You have called this!"

He Berg opened the door of the passenger seat. The yellow metal pedal was very high, and Cao Wangrong had a little difficulty getting in the car. She couldn't help but complain:

"I don't think you're a broken car, even Paris."

"Whatever you think. Besides, we don't go to Paris, but go around the north..."

He Berg handed Cao Wangrong the city route he had listed.

"Bad." She said, "a bunch of rural areas... it's better not to break down halfway. It turns out that you are the lunatics compared to the two of us!"

Hoberg remained silent. They walked County No. 1 silently. The road winded along the valley terrain of the Bule area. After ten minutes, Hoberg took the lead in breaking the silence:

"Sorry, I didn't invite you to your house for dinner yesterday... I'll give it back next time."

"You don't have to worry. I can find a way myself. I made some friends nearby..."

Another ten minutes of silence. They are about to arrive in Nafchatel Ambre.

"What do we want to do when we go there?" Cao Wangrong suddenly asked.

"I said, go for a pilgrimage..."

Cao Wangrong looked at He Boge with a curious look.

"You just say that and leave? I thought the play was over. My grandmother went to do that damn DNA comparison. Dragonfly is your sister, and it is clearly written in black and white. Is it because you are sleeping with her that you are afraid?"

He Berg had entered the suburbs and suddenly stepped on the brakes hard. Cao Wangrong was stuck to the seat. The seat belt was too high and strangled her neck.

"If I hurt you every time I hurt you, you will step on the brakes, then some of this road will go..."

Be a little sour...

When he thought that he had to endure this girl for another ten hours... he managed to fight back:

"That seat belt, sorry, I forgot the child safety seat at the nanny's house..."

"Haha, haha." Cao Wangrong smirked, "If you can tell some jokes that are good enough, you should be less bored on the way."

Heberg didn't want to follow him at all. He was silent for a long time, and finally asked: Now, there was no way to see the tower bell tower in advance. They had lunch at a restaurant between the National Highway and the Marne District. They were the only customers in the store. Heberg was worried and ordered only an Omme egg salad. Cao Wangrong enjoyed all the dishes of the day's set meal, including a cold ham platter, a brisket onion and caramel roasted cloth.

"Your lady has a good appetite!" the restaurant owner blinked at Heberg and said, "How can she hold so many things!"

They set out on the road again.

After the Holy Land, then the First Monk.

Next is the edge of the Paris Basin. At the end of the Gutian Plain stands rows of Banping Mountain, that is, the steep mountain walls. After crossing the mountain, the depression at the foot of the mountain is woods, and then the Gutian Plain. The Citroen van rushed a little violently when he descended from Banping Mountain, as if he could not stop, just to have a reverse ramp to slow it down. Renault's "en                                                                                                                                                                                                        

"Do you think Liluo wants a sister like me?"

Hoberg was walking through a small village named Fei Biyou. He didn't speak.

"You know her better." Cao Wangrong said again, "Do you think she can understand? Can you accept a sister like me? She is bad, ordinary, and fierce."

He Berg still didn't say anything. If he insisted on choosing, he would rather choose Cao Wangrong's healing humor.

"I can change it," she continued, "Can you tell her that I'm willing to change it?"

"Are you really sure Yu Yali is your sister?"

"Of course. We both belong to the same camp for this matter, aren't we?"

They were silent again. After two hours of silence, He Boge couldn't help but envy Cao Wangrong's firmness and confidence. She seemed to live in her own world without being affected by the outside world at all. She received a text message from Yu Yali. Her phone vibrated in his pocket. He took out the phone with one hand and continued driving with the other.

Hoberg, I'll enter the operating room at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, everything is arranged, don't worry. I will call you later and everything will go smoothly. Kiss. ​​Millie.

"Tomorrow at 10 o'clock"... less than twenty-four hours later.

Goldman sang "Let me fly!" in a high-pitched voice, and Hoberg subconsciously stepped on the accelerator harder. They were walking a slow slope, but the Citroen dining car did not speed up as a result. As the mileage gradually increased, the ridiculous assumption in Hoberg's mind also took shape, with higher credibility and higher potential, which could become a specific fact at any time.

Three hours later, they had arrived in the city of Monberia. The road conditions were very smooth. Judging from the sparse traffic in this area, the traffic facilities seemed to be oversupply: the main road was very wide and there were other railways. The construction scale of the city Cao Wangrong didn't ask more questions and focused on studying the map. She performed quite well. After coming out of Monberia and passing Pengdihuad, the Orange-red van began to climb the Jura Mountains in a mighty manner: first along a narrow valley road in the Du River until

San Hipolit, followed by a steep county road. The van-type dining car was very hard to climb, and kept gasping, but still crossed the mountain. There was a big bend on the way, first turning to Switzerland thirty kilometers away from the border, and then bent back to the starting France. The Du River seen on this bend was magnificent and beautiful. Then, the van easily went down the mountain by the river and entered a forest of pine trees, dotted with deciduous trees with golden leaves.

Monica's B&B is hard to miss. There is only one road along the Du River, leading directly to the Swiss border opposite. The cottage made of light wood reflects on the calm river surface. Hoberg held his breath. He nervously touched the pistol in his pocket again, and then parked his car to the parking lot opposite the B&B. A sign with the "French B&B" sign showed that they did not find the wrong place.

There were no other vehicles in the parking lot except the Orange Van. In this independent border village, time seemed to have stopped temporarily. Hoberg felt breathing difficult. Could his investigation be about to end at the end of this path?

"Are you leaving?" Cao Wangrong asked.

"Wait a moment……"

Hoberg took out the Mauser pistol from his pocket and confirmed that the gun was loaded correctly.

"What are you doing with my gun? Are you planning to kidnap Grandma Zhou?"

He Berg stared at Cao Wangrong for a long time and said:

"Do you still remember Jue's guile?"

"Remember."

"What do you remember?"

"What does it mean to remember?"

"You remember at Jue Guixin's house, you saw a corpse wearing Jue Guixin's clothes, shoes, and his watch..."

Cao Wangrong suddenly turned pale. He Bog continued:

"The head of the corpse fell into the fireplace, and the whole face was burned with blisters and burned beyond recognition."

Cao Wangrong began to twist her fingers.

"What do you mean?"

"Come with me!"

They got off the car. Monica was already standing at the door of the homestay, and the large flower pots around the homestay were planted with many geraniums.

"Hello!" Heberg shouted, "Is this Monica's B&B?"

Such an opening remark is not abrupt. A lacquered wooden sign carved the name of the homestay in large letters.

"We...we are trusted friends."

Monica's face immediately lit up.

"Mr. Jue! Of course I recognize him. He comes here every December, and it has been more than ten years."

"He...he seems to be planning to come early this year."

The boss's wife showed a sorry voice.

"Yes, but you're not lucky. He just left this morning."

Heberg felt that the ground under his feet seemed to have been suddenly taken away. Cao Wangrong beside him also stopped breathing. Monica did not notice the different expressions of the two visitors, and continued in the same tone:

"He slept at Room 12, just like before. The day before yesterday, he stayed in the B&B almost the whole morning, waiting for a letter, and went out after receiving it. Yes, he received a very thick letter. But today, he left early in the morning, about six o'clock."

He Berg finally squeezed out a few words:

"You... do you know he will come back?"

"But, his horror peak and the plane crash have been around for eighteen years. It's really true. Why do you keep thinking about that kind of unfortunate thing? Don't you think?"
To be continued...