Yue Ting stood up: "This courtyard is not safe. If you want to see more detailed information, you have to move to another place. This place can only be used as a communication place between you and Zhang Yue'e."
"I agree with you."
Yue Ting smiled, stretched out her hand and said: "Then, my man, come with me, I have a safe place."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Why do I think you have a place to live?"
Yue Ting smiled slightly: "This is routine operation."
After following Yue Ting for nearly half an hour, we finally arrived at another courtyard house.
This courtyard is located in a relatively remote location and is also very small. It is said to be a courtyard, but there are only two rooms after entering.
Yue Ting took out the key and unlocked the door of one of the rooms, and a faint fragrance hit her nostrils.
With a "click" sound, Yue Ting pulled the light cord on the wall, and the yellow light on the roof immediately illuminated the entire cabin.
Ma Xiaoquan was not polite to Yue Ting. He walked directly to the only sofa in the room and sat down.
The workmanship of the sofa is relatively rough, the style is also very old, and there are traces of sewing on the leather surface. It should be a second-hand sofa that has been discarded from somewhere.
Ma Xiaoquan sat on the sofa, bounced it and said, "It's not bad. This sofa must have cost a lot of money, right?"
Yue Ting smiled and opened a thermos and poured a glass of water for Ma Xiaoquan.
"It did cost a lot of money. When I originally bought this courtyard house, I had someone help me find the connections."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "The patriarch of the Yu family in the underground world actually asked someone to find connections?"
Yue Ting rolled her eyes at Ma Xiaoquan: "That's in the underground world. The above-ground world has the same rules as the above-ground world. You should use money and find connections, and you can't have less. This courtyard house also belongs to the Yu family. Regarding the property rights, we found an agent.
, so we can’t see any clues.”
At this moment, the door rang, Yue Ting said please come in, and a tall man walked in.
"Is that you?" Seeing Ma Xiaoquan, the tall man frowned slightly.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Hello, Mr. Gu."
Yue Ting once told Ma Xiaoquan about her companion, Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu also accompanied Yue Ting in the riveting factory before.
Ma Xiaoquan once asked Yue Ting what the name of "Mr. Gu" was. Yue Ting shook her head and said that it had been too long and she had forgotten it.
Mr. Gu coldly placed a pile of information on the table and said respectfully: "Holy girl, this is Fenghuo's information."
Yue Ting walked up to Mr. Gu, took his hand and said, "Come, meet the founder of Fenghuo."
Mr. Gu paused and looked at Ma Xiaoquan.
Yue Ting continued: "Yes, the Beacon Fire Order came from him."
Mr. Gu was stunned again.
Ma Xiaoquan just picked up the water cup and was about to drink water. When he saw Mr. Gu staring at him, he said a little unnaturally: "Look at what I'm doing. That's the truth."
Mr. Gu walked up to Ma Xiaoquan in two steps: "Then why don't you get the beacon fire order back?"
Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes, put down the water glass and said: "Do you think I don't want to? The key now is that I don't know where the Beacon Order is, and we are looking for it too?"
Mr. Gu exhaled and said, "Is it as rumored that those who possess the Beacon Fire Token can summon the giant snakes and centipedes painted on it?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "What are you thinking, summoning? Well, rather than summoning, it's better to sign a contract, but not everyone can. They must be the recognized leader of Fenghuo. Now that Fenghuo is in internal strife, who can finally become the leader?
The leader may not be able to convince everyone, which is still a problem.”
Yue Ting interrupted: "Then you are not interested in picking up the flames again?"
"I'm not interested. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. I'm used to being a free man, so I don't have the intention." Ma Xiaoquan spread his hands and said.
"Good-for-nothing!" Mr. Gu scolded Ma Xiaoquan unceremoniously, "How can a man be so good-for-nothing?"
Ma Xiaoquan looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "Yes, it is worthless. I have owned rights and wealth before. At the moment, I just want to complete the task and then go back to deliver the work."
"What about me?" Yue Ting suddenly put her arms around Ma Xiaoquan's neck, "You don't care about me anymore?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said: "You can die, but the key point is that you can't die. As long as I live, we can meet again one day."
Yue Ting became interested, and she pestered Ma Xiaoquan to ask him to create a space-time rift. She wanted to try to see if she could contact the space-time rift.
Being entangled by her and having no choice but to do anything, Ma Xiaoquan swiped his right hand, and a light blue crack appeared out of thin air.
It was the first time for Yue Ting and Mr. Gu to see the space-time rift. Their eyes widened, especially Mr. Gu. He was so domineering just now, but now he took several steps back.
Yue Ting did not reach out decisively to test. She picked up a wooden stick and stretched it towards the crack in time and space.
"Click" The piece of wood that sank into the crack in time and space suddenly made a crisp sound. Yue Ting pulled the wood stick back, stretched out her hand and flicked it twice. The next moment, the wood stick broke into pieces.
Yue Ting's eyes widened and she threw the remaining half of the stick into the crack in time and space.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly, reached into the crack, and took out the half of the wooden stick that Yue Ting had thrown in. Unlike Yue Ting's insertion of the wooden stick just now, this half of the wooden stick did not break.
Ma Xiaoquan explained to Yue Ting that anything he has come into contact with can be preserved in the cracks in time and space. Of course, it is limited to what he subconsciously wants to preserve.
"What about the other things you don't want to keep subconsciously? Will they all be aged away?" Yue Ting seemed a little frightened.
"Well, yes, I don't know why."
Mr. Gu said: "In other words, except for you who can enter the space-time rift, any other objects placed inside will disappear completely after a period of time as long as your subconscious does not give permission, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan scratched his head: "I haven't noticed what you said, but it should be so."
Yue Ting thought for a while and said: "Then will you use this to kill people, such as swallowing them into the cracks of time and space? Or if I really can't hide and get in, will I die of old age directly?"
"Huh? I really haven't thought about this, nor have I tried it..."
"I think we can try some experimental questions!" Mr. Gu held his chin and nodded.
"Okay, do you two want to give it a try?" Ma Xiaoquan asked Yue Ting and Mr. Gu. They both shook their heads and backed away, saying that it would be fine just to have a look.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, stretched out his hand, and the light blue crack disappeared immediately.
...
A few days later, in a state interrogation room.
Professor Hu sat at the interrogation table with a tired look on his face. He had bruises at the corners of his eyes and a shallow scar on his forehead.
There were two men sitting in front of Professor Hu. One of them held a pen in his hand, and the other held a ruler in his hand.
"Tell me, where did that drawing come from?" the man holding the ruler in his hand said coldly.
Professor Hu raised his head and glanced at the other party, shook his head and said: "I don't know, I really don't know what you are talking about?"
"You dare to be so harsh?" The man stood up slowly, picked up a ruler and slapped Professor Hu on the head.
"Uh~" Professor Hu screamed.
The man raised his hand and wanted to hit him again, but another person stopped him: "Forget it, the old guy is too old. It's hard to say whether he will be beaten to death or disabled."
After suffering a night of torture, Professor Hu, who was already weak, could no longer bear it. He gasped and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to arrest me?"
"Hmph, why are you being arrested? Think about it carefully, where did that drawing come from?"
"What kind of drawing, you...you have been interrogating me all night and I still don't understand. What kind of drawing is it?" Professor Hu shouted.
At this moment, the door to the interrogation room opened and a middle-aged man walked in.
Professor Hu looked up and saw that he knew this man. He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said quickly: "Director Wen, what is going on? Why do you want to arrest me?"
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "Old Hu, now we suspect that you are colluding with foreign forces. Think carefully about the picture you took and who is the person you are connecting with?"
Professor Hu looked confused: "Foreign forces? Contact persons? Director Wen, what are you talking about? I don't understand?"
"Old Hu, I know that as a scientific researcher, you have contributed a lot to the country, but it would not be so benevolent if you betrayed the country for your own interests."
"You are talking nonsense. I have never thought about betraying the country."
Director Wen frowned and stopped pretending. He grabbed Professor Hu's hair and bared his teeth and said, "Are you still pretending? That drawing, that drawing with a snake and a centipede? Don't you know?
?”
Professor Hu was stunned and said: "You mean that picture? I don't know where that picture came from. You, how do you know that picture? You... you are slandering...
..."
Director Wen sneered and said, "Slandering you? Then tell me, where did this picture come from?"
Professor Hu was tortured a lot, but the pride of a cultural man made him unable to bear such slander. He braced himself and said: "A few days ago, a little girl named Zhang Yue'e sent me a notepad. I thought,
That piece of paper fell out of the notepad."
Director Wen sneered again, took out a notepad from his arms, and waved it in front of Professor Hu: "Did you say this?"
Professor Hu was stunned: "This notepad is obviously with me, why is it in your hand?"
Director Wen said: "Don't worry about whose hands it is, you said that piece of paper is in this notepad, but there is not a word of related description in this notepad, and there is no trace of the paper being torn off at all."
"Well, I haven't finished reading it..." Professor Hu exhaled and said, "But even if it doesn't, it doesn't mean that the drawing didn't fall out of the notepad. Besides, this notepad is in