Chapter 473 Qin Xiaoyi's Family Portrait
In the control room.
The blood was still splattered on Ye Xiaomei's face, and she sat in front of those old Japanese men in a daze.
They chattered a lot.
Then one of the men with mustaches switched to Chinese and said, "It's natural to be afraid when you kill someone for the first time. You Chinese have a saying: The first time is strange, the second time is familiar."
You're so stupid at first, but you're not familiar with it the second time, Ye Xiaomei cursed in her heart.
When I was brought in just now, I watched helplessly as Qin Xiaoyi's body was carried to the back mountain and thrown away by several people.
This place is originally desolate and remote, and few people come here.
Ye Xiaomei's nervousness just now was not because of the murder, but because although ordinary people could see at a glance that the bullet hit the left ventricle, she actually did not injure Qin Xiaoyi's aorta.
Even so, if not treated in time, the patient will die from excessive blood loss.
Then, the old Japanese took out a safe, pulled out an exquisite black box from it, and said lightly: "After entering your fingerprint, you can freely enter and exit our major research institutes, including the White Snake Research Base. You will be the top manager of the research project."
When Ye Xiaomei was pulled back to reality, her hand had already been pulled over and pressed inside.
A prompt sound came from the black box. After entering fingerprints three times and facial recognition twice, the registration was successful.
Several old Japanese stood up and shook hands with Ye Xiaomei one after another - Congratulations on officially becoming our partner.
Ye Xiaomei did not refuse and extended her hand.
I just thought to myself, partner? He must be a chess piece like Qin Xiaoyi.
Especially what Qin Xiaoyi said before she died just now, she really wanted to study the spirit of the ancestor snake that was parasitic in her body.
It seems that these people know all my secrets, and there is also the words of the boss behind the scenes that I heard in the hot pot restaurant, so there is no doubt about this.
Ye Xiaomei pretended to be timid and said, "I have to go to class tomorrow. I will go back first. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me."
After saying this, Ye Xiaomei "fled in panic".
I could hear the laughter of those people behind me.
——I never thought that I would be so scared.
Ye Xiaomei had a smooth journey this time. Her fingerprints were much more useful than the access cards used in fixed areas.
When leaving the gate of No. 7, Ye Xiaomei looked towards the dark hills in the north, feeling extremely anxious.
What can I do?
The walls here are surrounded by surveillance cameras, so even if she loses her mind, she might still be photographed.
Ye Xiaomei gritted her teeth and left No. 7, and walked for a long time before she hailed a taxi.
As soon as she got in the car, Ye Xiaomei couldn't wait to contact Qiu Ah-man and asked him to cross the mountain from the north to rescue people.
When Ye Xiaomei returned to the Tang family's courtyard, it was already past two in the morning.
Shang Zhen was sleeping so soundly that he was snoring loudly.
Ye Xiaomei paced back and forth in the living room.
At 5:30 in the morning, when the sky was just getting light, Qiu Ah Man appeared in the courtyard with blood all over his chest:
"Miss Ye, that person is dead."
Ye Xiaomei quickly put on her clothes and followed him out.
In the quiet and simple side room, Qin Xiaoyi, who was lying on the bed, looked pale and bloodless.
Ye Xiaomei took the patient's pulse with her backhand. Her heart instantly rose to her throat. She concentrated her mind and used her fingers to feel the pulse which could not be any weaker.
Ye Xiaomei took out the needle bag and quickly protected her heart, keeping it at the lowest pressure.
He quickly undressed her. Qin Xiaoyi was wearing a double-breasted knitted sweater that was completely stained with blood, and it was impossible to tell its original color.
After unbuttoning her shirt, a hand-drawn picture of a person was found in the pocket of her tight-fitting shirt. Fortunately, it was laminated, otherwise it would have been soaked with blood.
At this moment, there are two obvious bullet holes in this hand-painted photo.
Ye Xiaomei didn't care: "Ah Man, sharpen the pry bar that your master uses to pry the tea bricks in his room and bring it to me."
Qiu Ah Man turned around and left.
Ye Xiaomei was just about to give Qin Xiaoyi a few more acupuncture needles to help her stabilize her three souls and seven spirits, which is also called stabilizing the internal energy and spirit in traditional Chinese medicine.
Unexpectedly, a soft and cool voice appeared behind me.
——Don't waste your energy.
Ye Xiaomei was startled and turned around to see: "Professor Qin?"
In an instant, Ye Xiaomei reacted suddenly.
She helplessly looked at the corpse and then at Qin Rong, whose body was almost translucent. She didn't know what to say for a moment. If she had sealed it just now, her soul would not be able to come out.
"I never thought that you are the only one in this world who wants to save me. Are all snakes so kind?"
Her voice is different from that of ordinary people. If sound is spread in all directions, then Ling's voice is spread in a straight line without any echo, as if it is echoing in Ye Xiaomei's brain.
Ye Xiaomei shook her head. She didn’t know, but deep down she was not the type to hold grudges.
Just then, Qiu Ah Man knocked on the door and came in.
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously put Qin Rong behind her, but she didn't expect that he obviously couldn't see: "Miss Ye, the knife."
After Ye Xiaomei took it, she was able to look back at Qiu Ah Man and saw that his eyes clearly flashed across Qin Rong, but he walked out without even a lingering glance.
The spirit and the primordial spirit are really different. When I appear as the yang spirit, I am clearly a physical entity.
At this point, Ye Xiaomei is even more certain that Guan Houhua is really the Yang God of Ma Qijun. What is his origin?
Just as she was thinking about it, Ye Xiaomei looked at the scissors in her hand and hurriedly took out the knife to remove the bullet.
"Don't bother."
Qin Rong's voice came again.
Ye Xiaomei turned around and looked at her: "There is still a chance to save him, why give up?"
There was no wave in Qin Rong's dead eyes, his calmness was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and his words were even devoid of any emotion.
"For you, physical death is the end of life, but for me it is not."
Qin Rong's sarcasm was like a revelation, but it was impossible to live in this dimension without a physical body, and the spirit body had a time limit, otherwise the soul would be scattered. Ye Xiaomei put down the knife and asked calmly:
"Five minutes at most. After five minutes, even the gods and immortals won't be able to save you. This is a good time for you to think it over."
With a click, Ye Xiaomei casually threw the knife on the bedside table. She would just disinfect it again when she thought it through.
I thought Qin Rong would think about it carefully, but she looked at the ground:
“That’s the family portrait I drew.”
Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled, looked in the direction she was looking, and picked it up from the ground.
Only then did I realize that the painting was of a couple, with two girls in the middle. One was a little taller, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a face that was half childish and half mature. The younger one was about seven or eight years old, with a face that still had the childishness of a baby. She had a bun on her hair and wore a beautiful rhinestone crown.
The man was in his forties, wearing a gorgeous suit. He put his arm around his eldest daughter's shoulders, and the fancy watch on his wrist was clearly visible.
But, as luck would have it, the bullet holes were one on the woman's chest and the other on the left shoulder of the seven or eight-year-old girl.
The older one looks somewhat like Qin Rong in front of him, and the younger one, without his childish look, looks very much like Qin Xiaoyi.
"Family portrait?" Ye Xiaomei asked back.
"This is the last family photo taken in the 21st century. My father was a businessman and my mother was a junior high school teacher. We lived a happy life. When I was twelve years old, my father was suddenly kidnapped by a group of unknown people on a rainy night. My mother knelt on the ground crying and begging for mercy. Later, three days later, my father's body was found in a bathing center run by Japanese people."
Qin Rong paused and continued, "My mother was traumatized and became mentally ill at that time. I was adopted by a family and my sister was sent to an orphanage. We lost contact afterwards.
The couple had a very good family background. Both of them were engaged in scientific research. They often taught me knowledge about Japan. When I was 18 years old, I was sent to Japan to study. During that time, they told me the cause of death of my biological father.
They said he was from Japan and was killed by the Chinese when they were secretly communicating at the bath center. From that time on, I firmly believed that when I returned from studying abroad and started to participate in various scientific research in China, I actually had only one purpose. "
Ye Xiaomei looked at the time, one minute.
"That is, at the end of the Dharma period in the 21st century, before the Eastern Saint descends, he will retake the Chinese territory that he had failed to invade."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank, just as she expected.
However, Qin Rong didn't speak much truth in the past, so Ye Xiaomei asked cautiously, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because before I called you, I discovered a big secret."
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