Jia Lan's peripheral vision glanced at An Qingyu and Chen Gou who were still chatting outside. She gently closed the door, and a white figure floated out of the ground and hovered beside her.
"Sister Jialan." Jiang Er's voice came from the earphones in Jialan's ears, "I just walked around here. Except for a few broken radios, there are no electronic devices in this village.
Not even a mobile phone."
Considering that Jiang Er's ghostly state was too scary, and that he didn't look like a normal person when carrying a coffin and knocking on the villagers' doors in the middle of the night, An Qingyu hid Jiang Er's coffin in a cave outside the village in advance, and then sent it to
Lin Qiye borrowed a caregiver to protect the coffin to prevent Jiang Er from having an accident.
With Jiang Er's current [Psychic Field] coverage, even if the coffin is in the cave, she can move freely within the fishing village in the form of a magnetic field.
"This place does seem a bit backward." Jialan's eyes swept across the dilapidated house, and finally stopped on a wall with peeling paint.
There are several old-fashioned photo frames hanging on the gray-brown wall. Inside the photo frames are some yellowed old photos. The background is next to the coastline of this fishing village. On a small and broken hull, a middle
The young man was leading a boy of seven or eight years old, holding several big fish in his hands and smiling happily.
The middle-aged man in the photo is exactly what the fisherman named Chen Gou looked like when he was young.
"He doesn't look very old in the photo, does he?" Jiang Er said thoughtfully, "His son should be in his twenties now?"
"almost."
Jialan moved his eyes away from the photo and began to look at other details of the house.
Jiang Er was struggling while helping, and finally said out of curiosity: "Sister Jialan..."
"Um?"
"I heard that you and Qiye shook the bed last night?"
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Hearing this, Jialan almost choked and coughed violently.
"No...it's not what you think." Jialan's cheeks were red and she spoke incoherently, "We did collapse the bed, but...but we didn't do anything!"
Jiang Er glanced at Jialan's legs subtly, "Yeah, I can see it."
Jialan's face turned redder.
Jiang Er looked at Jialan's appearance and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she still said tentatively, "But Sister Jialan... wouldn't this be bad?"
"Um?"
"What I mean is... Shenxu is Shenxu after all. Even if [pseudo-love] can make others crazy in love, this kind of love is false after all." Jiang Er said seriously, "Even if you use love
The arrow of God pierced Qiye, and his love will eventually fade away. This kind of forcefully given love...is not advisable."
Jialan looked at Jiang Er's extremely serious expression, blinked, and a smile appeared in his pure black gem-like eyes.
She walked gently to Jiang Er's side, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously:
"actually……"
After Jia Lan whispered for a while, Jiang Er's mouth opened uncontrollably, and his eyes looked at her with surprise.
"So you actually..."
"Shh!" Jialan made a silencing gesture towards her and said with a smile, "Don't tell me about this, you know? It took a long time for his elm brain to wake up, but it won't work if he tells her about it!"
"
Jiang Er nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Sister Jialan!"
Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction and was about to open the door and walk out when he suddenly caught something in his peripheral vision and stopped.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the old photo on the edge of the wall. In the two corners of the photo of father and son, there were two names written crookedly, including pinyin. They should be the children who had just started to learn to write.
written.
On the side of the middle-aged man on the left, it says "Chen gou (third tone)".
On the right side of the laughing child, there are two words written in the same crooked font:
——Chen Lu.
…
Night Watch Headquarters.
trial room.
In a dark and damp small room, a silver-haired old man was imprisoned in the center, his eyes closed tightly, his expression solemn and peaceful. In front of him, a ferocious-looking man was standing there, exuding coldness all over his body.
Cold light.
"Chen Lu, I advise you not to be ungrateful!" The man said sternly, "I respect you for being a hero of the night watchman. I saved you enough face, so don't force me!"
Mr. Chen opened his eyes slightly, stared at the man in front of him for a moment, and smiled softly.
"Your name is Tan Maoxun, right? I remember you. When I was the chief instructor in the training camp, your grades were very good. It was my advice that led you to this path..."
Tan Maoxun's eyes trembled, and a fierce expression froze on his face. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say more cruel words, but he couldn't find the feeling.
"Child... don't be nervous, and don't feel offended. Just let me see how far you have grown over the years." Old Chen said gently, "Come on, use your most confident means to see if you can pry.
Open my mouth and get what you want."
Tan Maoxun gritted his teeth, and after struggling in place for a moment, the dim light around him erupted again.
"Okay, then I'll let you see it..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mr. Chen's chest. Dark light poured into Mr. Chen's body like thorns, and a trace of madness appeared in his eyes.
Old Chen's body had been completely submerged by the dim light. His body was shaken. Those thorns of the dim light were stinging every inch of his skin at an alarming frequency. The severe pain made his brows slightly wrinkled, and his expression was somewhat...
Painful...but nothing more.
"Tell me! Where is the [Masked] team! What on earth do you want to do?!" Tan Maoxun growled.
Under the torture of severe pain, Old Chen's old cheeks trembled slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said unhurriedly:
"Yes, you have improved a lot compared to back then... You are worthy of being a student taught by me."
Tan Maoxun's pupils shrank suddenly.
His chest heaved violently, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes, and the dim light around him continued to pour into Chen Lao's body.
Mr. Chen was still smiling in the dim light, his eyes full of approval, but he had no intention of saying a word.
"enough!"
Zuo Qing's voice came from outside the interrogation room. The dim light around Tan Maoxun paused and returned to his body like a tide. He took two steps back to the side and bowed slightly to Zuo Qing respectfully.
"Commander Zuo..."
Zuo Qing walked in from the door, frowned at the smiling silver-haired old man, and clenched his fists uncontrollably.
"Why don't you continue?" Chen Laoyouyou said, "If you can't come out in this trial, why don't you find someone else?"