Chapter 446: Being Tricked by My Husband
Chaocheng Police Station.
Zhang Sanmao was completely confused: "Sister-in-law, how did you get someone from the Security Bureau to guarantee you?"
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank and she couldn't laugh anymore. Could it be that this was the person Qin Xiaoyi was looking for?
Is there such a powerful force behind her?
Zhang Sanmao saw that his sister-in-law was in a daze and continued to ask consciously, "It can't be the boss who showed up."
Ye Xiaomei suddenly came back to her senses: "How can you be sure it's not?"
Zhang Sanmao looked at his sister-in-law warily, sighed and said, "I'll tell you the truth, actually it was the boss who asked me to arrange this."
"What?" Ye Xiaomei couldn't hold back any more. "Why did he send me in here when he had nothing better to do? You're not trying to scare me, are you?"
Zhang Sanmao locked the door behind him and made a gesture to Ye Xiaomei to keep quiet:
"The boss only told me about this matter. He just gave a simple reason, saying that the police station is the safest place for you."
"..." Ye Xiaomei was completely confused: "What danger am I in?"
Zhang Sanmao spread his hands and said, "I don't know about that, but the most important thing is that I received a message from the Bureau of Secrets today that you were released. So, sister-in-law, think about it carefully. This is definitely not the boss's doing."
No wonder Zhang Sanmao was so sure. If it wasn't Ma Qijun, then it must be Qin Xiaoyi.
How could a person who studies spectral experiments have such a strong backing? Moreover, Qin Xiaoyi is not from this time and space at all, how could she have such great power?
It seems to be the mysterious boss behind her, huh...
"Since it's the Bureau of Secrets, they certainly can't spread this matter around. Just pretend you don't know." After saying that, Ye Xiaomei walked away.
"No, sister-in-law, how can I explain this to my boss?" Zhang Sanmao followed her out.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I was greeted by a group of rookie police officers who had interrogated Ye Xiaomei that day.
The two were very surprised and said in unison: "Third brother, why did you let him go?"
Ye Xiaomei didn't even look at the two of them and walked out of the police station.
Zhang Sanmao cursed: "Don't worry about this matter, just do what you need to do."
"Sister-in-law..." Zhang Sanmao chased her all the way to the outside of the police station.
Seeing how persistent he was, Ye Xiaomei simply stopped and explained, "You can't contact him either. Besides, when he finds out, you can just ask him to ask me."
Zhang Sanmao scratched his head, and this was all he could do.
After returning to the rented apartment, Ye Xiaomei took out her notebook and began to record.
These things are becoming more and more confusing. Firstly, although the soul-travel experiment that Qin Xiaoyi wants to break through has theoretical support, it is too absurd to put it into practice. Even in the 21st century, it cannot be done. However, the situation before her is completely beyond Ye Xiaomei's imagination. The key point is that this experiment is supported by a very mysterious and particularly authoritative department.
Second, Ye Xiaomei felt that she was arrested just after signing the confidentiality agreement. What was more important at the moment was that it was actually her husband who set it up. Wasn’t he investigating the Japanese spies? Are these things related?
Third, you are in danger, but what kind of danger is it?
Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door: "I heard you came out, open the door quickly."
As soon as Ye Xiaomei heard it, she knew it was Shang Zhen's voice. Perhaps Qin Xiaoyi told her.
After opening the door, Shang Zhen looked hurried and didn't pay too much attention to Ye Xiaomei's entry. His first words were:
"Liang Zhenghuai has been sentenced to death."
"..." Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled, and closed the notebook and put it away: "What did you do wrong?"
"When I went to the hospital to pay Liang Huitian's medical bills the day before yesterday, I heard Qian Peipei say...say..."
Shang Zhen sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling somewhat bewildered.
This was the first time Ye Xiaomei saw her like this. Hadn't she always hoped that this unfaithful father would get into trouble?
"Say what?" Ye Xiaomei asked.
Shang Zhen suddenly raised his head and said with a sluggish look in his eyes: "It is said that Liang Zhenghuai is a Japanese, but he himself admitted it. Before leaving, he told me that he was sorry to me and my mother. He had no choice but to marry my mother in order to hide his identity. The divorce was also to protect me and my mother."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank. No wonder Ma Qijun suddenly brought people to take Qian Peipei away when they were eating hot pot that day.
So that's how it is. No wonder Shang Zhen is so concerned about his dad now:
"Perhaps Liang Zhenghuai can protect you by doing this. Otherwise, the relationship will be unclear."
"I just can't understand how he could be Japanese." Shang Zhen scratched his ears and cheeks, unable to accept this reality.
It is true that the Chinese nation hates the invasion of Wazhou to the core, and the most heartbreaking thing to say is - you were raised by the Japanese.
Now, Shang Zhen was stimulated by his own bloodline:
"You don't have a choice in this matter."
"But if this matter gets out, how can I hold my head up high?" Shang Zhensheng looked at Ye Xiaomei with despair.
"The police usually keep this kind of thing confidential. Besides, if you don't tell me, who would know?"
Ye Xiaomei said calmly as she stood up and said, "You haven't had lunch yet, have you?"
Shang Zhen shook his head: "How can I be in the mood to eat? But Liang Hui, that son of a bitch, is also Liang Zhenghuai's son. When I thought of this, I felt balanced. Let's go. I want to eat hot pot. It's delicious and free."
"..." Ye Xiaomei's mouth twitched for several times. What kind of logic is this?
Hot pot restaurant.
Because it was past lunchtime and it was now around three in the afternoon, the restaurant was quite quiet, so the two of them simply found a table for four in the hall and started eating.
After Zhaodi finished her work, several waiters left work. She wiped her hands and took out a white jade bracelet from her apron pocket:
"Boss, I found this on table number seven at noon last Wednesday. The customer must have forgotten to take it, but the owner didn't come to pick it up after waiting for so long."
Ye Xiaomei took a look and found that the table was very warm. It was made of white jade, and the surface had a thick and simple feeling. It also warmed up when touched.
Zhaodi seemed to be more knowledgeable: "Boss, this table is made of mutton-fat jade, but the value of the jade itself is far less than the value of its age, you see..."
Zhaodi took the jade bracelet and held it up. In the gentle sunlight from outside, a red blood-thread-like thing appeared.
Shang Zhen nodded as he ate, and said vaguely: "I remember now, my grandmother used to say that if a person nurtures jade for three years, the jade will protect the person for a lifetime, and it is said that it can keep the jade alive."
Zhaodi nodded: "We also have this saying in our hometown, so you see, this bracelet is definitely alive. It must have been worn by the owner for many years, maybe even decades, and usually never leaves his body."
"Wow!" Ye Xiaomei let out a long sigh: "How could you forget to take such a valuable thing with you?"
And it was a bracelet, it wouldn't affect the table when you eat, so why did you take it off and put it on the table?
"So do you remember what the guest at table seven looked like last Wednesday?"
Zhaodi shook her head in embarrassment: "The temperature was very low that day, and many people came to eat hot pot. Table No. 7 was changed several times. Moreover, Table No. 7 was a table for four people. There were six people waiting in line that day, so they squeezed into Table No. 7. Later, they moved to other large tables. After all this, I can't remember who was at the last table.
However, Xiaolan was in charge of table number seven, and she has gone home now."
Ye Xiaomei nodded. This was understandable. But... Number seven?
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