Chapter Fifty-nine: Just because of your kid, you still want to fight back?
[Name: Invitation Letter]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Explanation: A gold-plated invitation letter with "Tulip Villa" written in rose gold on the top. It has unique connotation and shows elegance and elegance. It can be seen that the inviter is really not short of money. 】
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: How shameless are you to steal someone else’s invitation? 】
Oh, can my face be used as food?
Jian Yi complained in her heart, and then continued reading:
【text:】
[Hello, stranger. I am the owner of Tulip Villa. It is not convenient for me to disclose my name. Please understand.]
[You must be very confused about your life experience, right? For example, why the memory of your parents is very thin, for example, why you can’t remember anything before you became an adult... I guess you must want to get your memory back, right? 】
[Now, I can tell you this news: Tulip Villa is the answer you want. It allows you to retrieve your missing memories, and even allows you to retrieve what you should have obtained - money, status, rights...
…]
This is exactly the same as the message in the previous text message, the only difference is... he doesn't have an invitation letter.
The sender of the invitation letter and the text message is likely to be the same person, and it is obvious that he is playing a big game.
"Sir, do you want tea?" Yang Ye's words interrupted Jian Yi's thinking. He handed over a cup of hot tea and continued, "It was brewed before and is still hot."
"Thank you." Jiang Jian took the thermos cup, but did not open the lid. One reason was because he was not thirsty now, and the other reason was that he was extremely vigilant.
As soon as he got the thermos cup, he noticed something was wrong: the cup was too light, not as light as a cup filled with hot water should weigh.
"If the thermos cup is not empty, but is incredibly light, what could be in it?" Jian Yi murmured in a low voice, "Gas... drug?"
"Huh? What did you just say?"
Jian Jian shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'll drink it later."
He re-examined the layout of the car. Except for the hidden cabinet under Yang Ye, there was no other place to store things...
When he got in the car, the other party rejected him first, so the possibility of a perverted killer could basically be ruled out, otherwise Yang Ye would even induce him to get in the car, or at least he wouldn't let him go.
Then there are only two possibilities left...
Simple's thoughts were running quickly, and he immediately locked his eyes on the invitation:
If it was for money, then he would not give up the opportunity of Tulip Villa and instead risk being arrested to kidnap the owner...
It is indeed a vendetta!
Of course, it's not Jian Yan who has any grudge, but the village owner he pretends to be.
"I have a grudge against the village owner. Could it be that I know something?" Jian Yi touched his chin, "If we can cooperate, things will go much smoother..."
"We're here," Yang Ye stepped on the brakes, stretched, turned around and asked, "Aren't you still going to drink?"
He took care of himself and took the thermos cup in Jian Yi's hand: "Can't you unscrew it? Let me help you."
So anxious to start?
Jian Jian's eyes glanced back and forth outside the window: to their left was a bottomless darkness, and the shadows of leaves could be faintly seen through the car lights, and there might be a forest below.
On the right side is a long stone wall with extremely irregular distribution of stones. It is most likely a naturally formed mountain wall.
Then it's clear where he is now... an extremely narrow and dangerous winding mountain road.
The perfect place to kill people and dump their bodies. No matter how clever your nose is, the dog won't be able to find you.
If it weren't for the "Tulip Villa, 500m" on the roadside sign, he almost thought the plan had failed.
Now it seems that the other party's preparations are not as complete as he thought.
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
The moment Yang Ye unscrewed the lid of the cup, he quickly buckled the thermos cup to the simple front door.
The latter did not dodge, and even pretended to be surprised. He held a long breath, and then fell back in horror.
After moving his hands and feet wildly for a few seconds, Jian Yi stopped struggling.
He knew very well: 5 to 10 seconds is exactly the inhalation time of stupefying drugs such as ether.
"Hehehe..." Yang Ye picked up the thermos cup and threw it aside, "It took no effort at all. He even knows the contents of the invitation letter and my life experience... It is indeed you who is right!"
What does he know?
He simply lay face down with his head buried in the cushion. He pressed down his right hand and held it just on the handle of the table knife.
In Yang Ye's opinion, his plan was successful.
"Thief, I finally found a chance," Yang Ye scolded, "If not..."
"Beep, beep, beep~"
A burst of rapid music came from his trouser pocket, and it was easy to tell that it was Pachelbel's famous work "Canon".
"Damn it, who's calling at this time!" Yang Ye went against his previous gentle demeanor, "Hey, who is it?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was equally impatient: "I've already shipped the goods I mentioned before. What's going on over there? Have you gotten in?"
"Hahahaha..." Yang Ye laughed and said, "That fool is in my car now! Although we have been communicating through text messages and have never met in person, but with this flat tone... I am very sure it is him! He is still
Knowing the details in the invitation, he is the owner of Tulip Villa!"
hehe……
Jian Yixin is sorry, I didn’t expect you to believe such a funny lie. I really didn’t expect anyone to take it seriously.
Can't you confirm your true identity before arresting someone? Just believe whatever others say!
It seems that Yang Ye and the person on the other end of the phone have exactly the same goals: they both want to kidnap or even kill the village owner.
"Anyway, don't worry about those junk goods for now. If you catch him now, there will be a lot of stuff in the warehouse!" Yang Ye waved his hand, "Meet at the place where I park the car. I will send you the location on WeChat.
Come over here and deal with him together."
"Are you sure you are the owner of the village?"
"It's absolutely true! By the way, do you have a photo of the owner of the village?" Yang Ye also became suspicious, "Show me what he looks like, don't be mistaken!"
It’s time to finish playing!
Hearing this, Jian Yan clenched the knife in his hand. If he couldn't hide it now, he had to take action immediately!
"Hmm...exactly the same," Yang Ye shrugged, "That's right now, he is exactly the same person as in the photo."
?
???
Do you look exactly like the owner of the village?
The amount of information contained in this sentence is too much. Is there something wrong with the owner's photo, or do you really look like the other person?
"That's no problem! His things will be enough for us to live happily for a lifetime." The rough voice on the other end of the phone laughed, "Just wait, I'll come find you in ten minutes!"
