The cold light of the dagger was particularly dazzling.
Ji Yong tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, with fierce eyes, and stabbed Ji Yuting's waist with all his strength.
The dagger was about to pierce Ji Yuting's dark green military uniform. Ji Yong seemed to be able to see Ji Yuting's blood splattering in the next second.
However, the dagger was forced to stop at the last few millimeters.
Ji Yong's wrist was tightly grasped by Ji Yuting, with such force that he could not move.
Ji Yuting's eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth was sarcastic, "Second uncle, you actually want to murder me in my territory. Are you tired of living?"
Ji Yong was startled, then raised his head and laughed, "I know, even if I kill you, I can't get out of the NBI."
Ji Yuting frowned and exerted force on his hand. Ji Yong was in pain and couldn't hold the dagger, so Ji Yuting took it.
"You know you can't kill me, and even if you do kill me, you can't not take responsibility, but you still do it. Does the second uncle want to die with me?"
He played with the sharp dagger he took from Ji Yong's hand and placed the tip lightly against Ji Yong's neck.
"Second Uncle's attitude makes me believe that what he just confessed is the truth."
"Ji Yuting, every word I say is true. If you don't believe it, you can go check it out. My words are at least much more credible than the so-called truth that the old man told you."
Faced with the dagger aimed at his neck, Ji Yong remained motionless, not afraid at all, and his tone contained a hint of the earnestness of an elder.
"Yu Ting, Ah Hui is very simple and stupid. He is the easiest to be taken advantage of. Since he has been secretly sent out of the National Bureau of Investigation, you should stop chasing him and let him go. He will not return to Ji's house again. He will not come back."
It’s a stumbling block for you.”
Ji Yuting pursed his thin lips and kept his jaw stiff. Faced with Ji Yong's obviously submissive attitude, he did not give a positive answer to Ji Xinghui's matter.
"Second uncle, you should be concerned about your own situation first. You tried to murder me with a dagger. This is not a trivial matter. You could have been released from the National Bureau of Investigation detention room for a few days. Now I am afraid that you will have to be promoted to the Ministry of Justice to consider whether you will be sent to
prison."
His deep voice was extremely cold, as if it was mixed with ice.
The entire cell was filled with an oppressive low air pressure that made it difficult to breathe.
"As for Ji Xinghui's escape again, it depends on whether the second uncle's confession just now is the truth."
After saying the last few words in frustration, Ji Yuting stood up, took away the dagger, and walked out of the cell without looking back.
"Ji Yuting, I'm old, I'm at your disposal, use me in exchange for Ji Xinghui, don't hold him accountable anymore."
Just as he reached the door, Ji Yong spoke again, his tone adding a hint of helplessness and vicissitudes like an old father's.
Ji Yuting Junshou paused and seemed to think about Ji Yong's words.
He didn't answer and quickly left the cell.
Walking in the passage of the detention room, Ji Yuting was still looking at the dagger in his hand.
In his whole life, he has never felt the love of a father and a mother. From the time he was sensible, he only remembered the stern Mr. Ji.
As a father, would he really do such a stupid thing for his son?
Would you rather take advantage of yourself to keep your son safe?
And this dagger.
Ji Yong was searched before he was sent to the National Bureau of Investigation's holding room. It was impossible for him to still have such a murder weapon on his body. He could only have quietly avoided the police, took away Ji Xinghui's people, and took the opportunity to give it to him.
In the entire National Bureau of Investigation, there is only one person who has the strength to cut off all surveillance and take the opportunity to take Ji Xinghui away.
Mr. Ji.
Ji Yuting frowned deeply and tightened his grip on the handle of the dagger, feeling complicated in his heart.
It wasn't until seven years passed that he put back those heavy and complicated thoughts.
Qinian asked in a low voice: "Sir, you don't look too good. Are you okay? Do you want to go back and rest early?"
Ji Yuting had no expression on his face and handed the dagger in his hand to Qinian, "When I visited the prison, Ji Yong tried to murder me with a dagger. This is the murder weapon he used. I will record this case and I will be free in a few days."
Disposal."
Qinian bowed and took the dagger with both hands respectfully, "Okay, Master."
Ji Yuting stepped on his military boots and left, returning to the office.
Shengge was sitting on the small sofa drinking coffee and waiting for him.
Seeing him come in, Shengge stood up and walked to the door, "How's it going? What did Ji Yong say?"
Ji Yuting took off his thick military jacket, his expression always solemn.
"Ji Yong said that the car accident involving his parents was not an accident, but a deliberate murder, and the person who planned it was his fifth uncle Jide."
Shengge was slightly shocked, "Fifth uncle? How is it possible..."
Gide is Ji Xinyi's father. Although Shengge doesn't know him well, Gide had spoken to Ji Yuting before when Ji Yuting was being questioned at the ancestral hall.