No Return

Author: Si Wu

No Return

Yi Jin curled his lips in disgust, "Are you scared?"

Then he asked Xu Hong, "Where is your Shaoqing?"

Xu Hong immediately replied: "Sit in the rear."

Xu Hong thought that Yi Yan wanted to see his elders for something, "Shall I take you there?"

Xu Hong swallowed, his throat rolled, and he unconsciously used respectful words when speaking.

Yu Jin asked this not to ask Zhan Shuyun, but to these people.

"Have you ever heard of Dali Temple? Do you know the methods of torture used in Dali Temple to extract confessions? Are you afraid of death?"

Yu Yan seemed to say casually, "That's right. You are all hard-nosed and are not afraid of death. So are you afraid that life would be worse than death?"

"Dali Temple has a hundred ways to help you survive or die. This one..." Yu Jin pointed at Xu Hong, "This one is a good one. His family is sitting in the rear. What do you think if I do it now?"

Just call the young master here, what will happen if you fall into his hands?"

Several people cried loudly, crying for their fathers and mothers, begging their grandfathers to sue their grandmothers, but Yi Yan remained unmoved, "Where is the list of people who want to sue me? I can consider letting you go, but I will only let one of you go, so you have to think clearly.

I will only let go of the one who first reveals the whereabouts of the list."

This is the Prisoner's Dilemma. The most touching thing is always interest, the strongest relationship is also promoted by interest, and the thing that can most disintegrate such a strong relationship is also interest.

What is placed in front of them at this moment is also interests, but the interests placed in front of them are not ordinary money, but life and freedom.

"I said, I said!"

"In the secret room, under the secret room are all the correspondence and accounts."

"The list of officials from the DPRK and China is also in there. It's in the box on the top shelf."

"The secret room mechanism is behind the painting hanging on the wall."

"..."

Several people talked to each other, speaking very quickly and explaining everything they knew, for fear that if they spoke slower than the others, they would not get a chance to survive.

After everyone had finished their explanations, Yi Yan signaled Xu Hong to find the mechanism, and sure enough, he found a pull ring behind the painting.

Xu Hong pulled down the pull ring, and the wall shook with a rumble, then slowly opened to one side, revealing the entrance.

"Don't go down."

Yu Yan called to Xu Hong who wanted to go down to find out what was going on. She then picked up the person whose fingers she had looked at. After Xu Hong tied his hands, he quickly tied his feet and dragged him to the entrance of the darkroom.

He raised his foot and kicked him in.

After a while, after confirming that there was only the sound of landing and his wailing below, Yi Yan nodded, turned to Xu Hong and said: "Either kill those ones or tie them up and knock them unconscious. I'll go down first."

The lighting in the darkroom is not candles, but priceless night-light pearls, which shows how much these traffickers earn.

The thought stopped there, and Yi Yan had no time to think about these things anymore. She steeled herself to find the relevant list, but when she stood in the middle of the darkroom, her eyes darkened and she swayed.

It is an adjective and a verb.

Looking at the ledgers all around the walls, Yi Yan held his forehead and sighed.

When Xu Hong came down after dealing with the people above, what he saw was this scene. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide, "So many?!"

Yi Yan observed the account books all over the wall for a while, judging the years of these account books based on the depth of color, then walked to the wall with the darkest color, and then looked at the amount of dust accumulated on the account books, found the last column with dust, and pulled out

There are two ledgers in the left and right sections.

"The rest will be left to you, just take care of it."

After saying this, Yi Yan stuffed the two ledgers into his arms and left the darkroom.

Then, get up and leave this place quickly.

Although there was no critical injury, the wound was too large and the excessive blood loss made her brain more and more dizzy. If she waited any longer, she might die from excessive blood loss.

She could only continue to speed up and race against death.

After forcing herself to return to the place where she hid her clothes when she first left the flower building, Yi Yan quickly changed into Fengxian's clothes, wrapped the ledger in the night clothes she had replaced and buried it, and spread her long hair to try to cover up the large amount of blood and blood stains on her body.

Wound.

As Ember walked, he thought: How to cover up the smell of blood?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a drunken man walking out with a bottle of wine, and he thought about it...

After a while, a drunk man lay in the narrow alley of the flower house and fell asleep, shouting about beauty, while a woman with messy hair and smell of alcohol staggered into the flower house, mouthing

Humming an unknown tune and burping from time to time.

"Is that that girl?"

"I can't tell."

"What's up with her?"

"Drink too much, you drunkard!"

"I don't think he may be an alcoholic. I'm afraid he was heartbroken by his lover and got drunk late at night!"

"What does it mean to be heartbroken by your lover? It's obvious that you were deceived both physically and mentally." The man said and clicked his tongue twice, "How pitiful."

Someone else chuckled, "It's okay to talk about being deceived, but as a flower girl, are you still afraid of being deceived?"

This sentence seemed to hit something funny, and the people around him burst into laughter. The laughter became louder and louder, and more and more people came together to point at the "drunkard flower girl" below.

Yan Yan sobbed and pushed open Fengxian's door: "Mom, you have to make the decision for me!"

"Hey! Isn't this my good daughter Dong'er? What's wrong?"

Fengxian was startled when Yu Yan called "Mother", but she quickly reacted and responded twice, accompanied Yu Jin in a performance, and stepped forward to see what was going on, but was caught off guard and received a full hug.

"What's wrong? Why don't you go out of the window if you're not very good at martial arts?" Fengxian shrugged her nose, "You smell of alcohol and it smells a bit weird..."

The hand holding the ember felt wet, and Fengxian raised her hand to take a look.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't see it, his pupils shrink sharply.

"It's blood!" Fengxian whispered, "Why did you bleed so much blood!"

He helped Yu Yan to her bed and looked down at her chest. Her clothes were also dyed red and smudged.

"What's going on!" Fengxian stood up and ran out, "I'll call the doctor."

His wrist was grabbed, and Yi Yan shook his head, "You can't call doctor."

It's not over yet with Zhan Shuyun, so she can't cause trouble.

"With so much blood, do you know you will die?" Fengxian stared at the embers, "I don't want to see you die on my bed, I'm afraid of bad luck!"

Yu Yan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I can't die. There is a medicine box under the bed. Please help me stop the bleeding."

Fengxian shook his head and said, "I don't know how."

"I teach you."

——

The case involving the missing woman was solved, and the people in the capital and other places who suffered from it cheered. Then the trafficking organization Linyang Road and the outsiders were all wiped out, and the case involving the children's siblings was also solved. At this time

Only then did people find out that the famous Changfeng Ju was actually the property of these unscrupulous people. They were shocked and disgusted, so Chang Feng Ju was closed down and a group of employees were arrested by Dali Temple for interrogation.

Dali Temple was overcrowded for a while, and Zhan Shuyun was very worried.

The trouble is not only the interrogation, but also the officials from the DPRK and China involved in this case.

Zhan Shuyun felt a headache looking at the names of officials in the account book.

This is a mess—
Chapter completed!