Pushing open the warehouse door, a smell mingled with the aroma of stale rice, rapeseed oil, and a faint musty odor wafted out.

Ye Nian'an squinted and her mind immediately cleared.

There were more than a dozen bags of flour stacked in the corner, the red characters "State-owned Flour Mill" on the bags were still bright, and the hemp rope tied at the top of the bags was tightly bound.

There were three rough earthenware jars standing next to it, with wooden lids covering the mouths. Lifting a corner of the lid revealed the rich aroma of rapeseed oil, and the surface of the oil shimmered with an amber light.

On the shelf against the wall were tin biscuit boxes with "animal biscuit" patterns printed on them, and a sweet aroma wafted out from the cracks.

There were even two boxes of apples and a box of oranges...

Ye Nian'an's eyes trembled as she watched, and the surging emotions she felt years ago when she emptied the Zhang family's house surged into her heart once again.

Sure enough, emptying that jerk's house was so satisfying! I felt absolutely no guilt!

She raised her hand and made a vague gesture in the air, silently saying "collect," and saw the items in the warehouse seem to be swept away by an invisible hand, all disappearing into the space with a "whoosh."

In just a few seconds, the warehouse, which had been packed full, was empty, and even the wooden stool with a missing leg in the corner was gone.

Now that the space has been upgraded, things that go in are automatically sorted and neatly arranged. Flour is flour, oil is oil, and even apples are arranged in an orderly fashion. It can also automatically unpack the contents of boxes, saving her a lot of trouble.

Ye Nian'an patted non-existent dust off her hands, turned around and went out.

He even reattached the brass lock, turning the keyhole half a turn to make it look like it had never been opened.

The next step was to head straight to Zhao Zhaodi's room.

Reaching the doorway, she pinched the lock pick between her fingertips and applied a little force, opening Zhao Zhaodi's room in the same way.

The moment the door was opened, a scent wafted out, a blend of face cream, old silk, and a faint sandalwood fragrance, far more elegant than the smell of the warehouse.

Ye Nian'an squinted and glanced at the scene, immediately understanding the situation.

The pear wood wardrobe against the wall, when opened, revealed several polyester shirts and a navy blue cotton-padded jacket with a slanted placket and embroidered patterns on the collar, which looked quite valuable.

The brass frame of the mirror on the dressing table was wrapped with silver wire, and the mirror was polished so that it reflected one's image. Next to it was a mother-of-pearl jewelry box. The mahogany chest by the bed was locked. Ye Nian'an was too lazy to open it, so she put the chest and the bedding inside into her space.

She quickly scanned the entire room, tapping the floor tiles with her fingertips; they were all solid.

I pushed the wall behind the wardrobe again, but it didn't budge.

It seems there are no more escape rooms.

Time was of the essence, so Ye Nian'an closed the door behind her, the brass lock clicked shut, making it look as if it had never been opened.

She went around to the back wall of the toilet and climbed in through the window.

Zhao Zhaodi, who was outside the door, was pacing anxiously, unaware that her house had already been emptied: "Why is there still no movement? Could she have really fainted inside?"

Zhao Jiadi was also flustered, but dared not knock on the door. He could only rub his hands and sigh, "Madam, please wait a little longer... please wait a little longer..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

The two quickly stood up straight and saw Ye Nian'an coming out, leaning against the door frame. Her face was as white as paper, her forehead was damp with cold sweat, her lips were pressed into a pale line, and she was staggering as she walked.

"Comrade Ye... Ye Nian'an, are you alright?"

Zhao Zhaodi quickly stepped forward with a fawning smile and asked, carefully examining Ye Nian'an's pale face.

What do you say?

Ye Nian'an glared at her, her voice weak but filled with anger: "I almost died from the pain inside! What exactly did you put in your desserts?"

"Comrade Ye Nian'an, this is a huge misunderstanding! The pastries we bought are absolutely fine! I ate some while we were having tea, and I'm perfectly fine!"

Zhao Zhaodi quickly offered an explanation.

We can't let Ye Nian'an pin the blame on us; that would be blatantly setting us up for failure.

"So, you're saying I deliberately feigned illness to frame you?"

Ye Nian'an raised an eyebrow, her eyes as cold as a frozen pool: "Zhao Zhaodi, tell me, what do I want from you? Your family's worthless money?"

"I... I didn't say that..."

Zhao Zhaodi choked, her face turning red and her neck thickening, her voice barely audible, "Maybe...maybe it's because your stomach is weak and you caught a chill..."

"Enough!"

Ye Nian'an interrupted Zhao Zhaodi before she could finish speaking.

Looking at the hunched old woman in front of him, he didn't even bother to feign any respect for elders: "I must have been blind to come to this lousy place! Goodbye!"

She turned and walked away, her steps seemingly unsteady but actually very fast, drifting towards the courtyard gate like a gust of wind.

Zhao Zhaodi and Zhao Jiadi were now in a panic.

"Um... Comrade Ye Nian'an, anything can be discussed. There's really no problem with these snacks!"

"What else is there to say?"

Ye Nian'an turned around, her eyes like ice: "Who knows if you're trying to poison me so you can force me to write a letter of forgiveness? Only you would come up with such a despicable method!"

Zhao Zhaodi was so angry she almost vomited blood.

Originally, it seemed that Ye Nian'an was already showing signs of intending to accept money to plead for leniency.

As a result, she suddenly had a stomachache and blamed it on the pastries prepared by the Zhao family.

This is even more unjust than the case of Dou E!

"Comrade Ye Nian'an, wait a moment..."

"Comrade Ye Nian'an, let us explain this to you properly!"

"This dessert is absolutely fine! I guarantee it with my life!"

Zhao Zhaodi and the others chased after Ye Nian'an while explaining, but due to their old age and frailty, they couldn't catch up with him at all.

As if she had calculated it perfectly, Ye Nian'an would quicken her pace every time they were about to catch up, keeping them at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

As she reached the courtyard gate and saw a familiar figure, Ye Nian'an smiled and went to greet him, saying, "Captain Jiang, you've arrived."

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