Chapter 65: You have never seen me, otherwise, you will die
A vigorous figure jumped down from the wall.
Wearing a black military uniform, he is five feet tall and as skinny as a monkey.
His face was covered by a black scarf, and only a pair of eyes as calm as water could be seen.
Ye Qing saw this kind of look frequently during this period. He was suddenly startled and thought to himself:
"The two attendants beside Zhang Xiuran both have this look in their eyes."
The next moment, Ye Qing's hair stood on end, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He clenched his fists, retracted his gaze, and slowly moved his body, keeping himself close to the wall to prevent the masked man outside from being able to see through the crack in the door.
Own.
The masked man glanced at the scene in the courtyard, and his eyes instantly fell on the three opened rooms.
The dagger stuck in the waist was slowly unsheathed.
The sinister dagger body shines with red light against the backdrop of the flaming clouds.
The masked man moved, landed on the ground silently, and slowly walked toward the west house closest to him, where Ye Qing was also located.
The soles of the shoes left footprints on the dusty ground.
In the room, Ye Qing's heart was beating fast and his face turned pale. He searched the room with his eyes, hoping to find something handy that could be used as a weapon.
But the furnishings in the house are really too simple.
There is nothing but a bed, table, and chairs.
Moreover, the chair is also three steps away from me.
There was pessimism in Ye Qing's eyes. In the end, there was only perseverance in his eyes. He took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and clenched his fists.
rustle!
The slight sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground had clearly fallen into Ye Qing's ears due to the proximity.
Ye Qing's whole body was tense, he clenched his teeth, his body was slightly bent, and he stared at the red light shining through the door of the house out of the corner of his eye.
Just when the shadow entered the threshold, Ye Qing was about to launch.
"Qing Xiaolang, how is the investigation going?"
Wang Liu's huge voice sounded from outside the courtyard.
The shadow at the door quickly disappeared.
Ye Qing felt happy in his heart, and the joy of surviving the disaster appeared on his face.
He took a few deep breaths quickly and relaxed.
Only then did he realize that his whole body was trembling and his back was wet with cold sweat.
After a few breaths.
"Qing Xiaolang, where is the person?"
Wang Liu's shouting voice sounded again.
There was no movement outside. Ye Qing wanted to leave here, but before he could move, his head just turned, and he trembled, and the shadow of death enveloped his whole body.
A pair of ruthless eyes were staring at Ye Qing's starry eyes through the crack in the door.
Unrecognizable male and female voices were heard coming from under the black scarf.
"You haven't seen me, otherwise, you will die."
Ye Qing's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.
The masked man met Ye Qing's eyes and quickly retreated.
Just when he was about to reach the wall.
There was a hint of gambling in Ye Qing's eyes.
He walked out of the room, spread his hands, stared at the masked man and said:
"My name is Ye Qing, a subordinate in the execution room of the government office. Can you tell me whether the owner of this place, Wang Datou, is a murderer?"
The masked man immediately stopped and looked at Ye Qing with interest. After two breaths, he spoke again:
"You are very smart. Wang Datou is indeed the murderer. I will give you a chance. If you kill Wang Datou tonight, you can live."
Ye Qing, who won the bet, didn't say any more nonsense and bowed his hands and said:
"yes!"
When he straightened up, the masked man had disappeared.
At this time.
Wang Liu's voice was full of worry and sounded again.
"Qing Xiaolang, are you in the yard? Are you okay?"
"fine!"
As if he had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, a response filled with joy came from Ye Qing's mouth.
Standing in the yard of Zhou Shikui's house.
Wang Liu looked at Ye Qing in surprise, whose back was soaked with sweat to the point where he could clearly see the sunset even as the sky began to darken.
"Qing Xiaolang, what are you doing?"
"Why are you sweating so much?"
The next moment, he looked at Ye Qing's originally bronze face, which was a little white. When he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, there were obvious nail marks on his palms.