On the other side, Chao Youye and Mu Xinrong sat by the open tailgate of the ambulance. The nurse had just finished treating the wound on Chao Youye's arm, which had been cut by the sharp edge of the rock, and had wrapped it with clean gauze.
Mu Xinrong's scrapes and bruises were also properly treated. He held a cup of hot water and took small sips. His face was still a little pale, but his spirit had obviously stabilized.
Chao Youye sat silently beside him, with her uninjured hand always covering the back of Mu Xinrong's hand, providing silent support.
His eyes dropped to their folded hands, and his thick eyelashes obscured the eternal silence deep in his eyes, like the abyss of the universe.
Only when Mu Xinrong occasionally looked up and gave him a soothing smile, would the silent ice surface melt slightly and ripple.
At this moment, a suppressed commotion erupted from inside the factory. Two armed special police officers were escorting the kidnapper, whose bones had been shattered by Ye Qingliu's wooden club, out of the shadows.
The kidnapper was dragging one of his legs that was completely unable to touch the ground. The cheap mask on his face had long been torn off, revealing a face underneath that was in its thirties and was distorted with pain and fear. His face was covered with sweat mixed with dirt.
He grimaced in pain and let out intermittent groans.
Everyone's attention was drawn over there.
However, just as the kidnapper was being escorted past the ambulance where Chao Youye and Mu Xinrong were, something strange happened!
The kidnapper's eyes, blurred by pain, accidentally swept over Chao Youye who was sitting at the tailgate of the ambulance.
Time seemed to be paused at that moment.
The pain and fear on the kidnapper's face were instantly erased as if by an eraser, replaced by a creepy, almost frozen frenzy!
The frenzy distorted his facial features, his eyes widened almost to the point of bursting, and two inhuman flames burned deep in his pupils.
"I. My God..." A hoarse voice, as if squeezed out from an old bellows, rang out, with a trembling almost like a whisper.
The SWAT officer escorting him was stunned and shouted, "Behave yourself! Don't play tricks!"
But the kidnapper turned a deaf ear to the scolding.
He dragged his disabled leg and used all his strength to break free from the SWAT's grip - or rather, the SWAT was so startled by his sudden burst of strength that was completely inconsistent with his serious injury that he subconsciously let go.
The kidnapper's body felt as if all the bones had been pulled out, and as if the knees had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer. With a "thump", he fell heavily to his knees on the ground covered with gravel and oil! He was facing Chao Youye!
He pressed his forehead against the dirty ground, his body trembling violently with excitement and pain, and a strange hoarse sound came from his throat, as if the most devout believer was worshiping his supreme god.
"My God... to Lord Youye!" The voice suddenly rose, so sharp that it pierced the silence of the evening.
"Lord Qi Shang, let me... let me greet you! Your humble servant... has finally had the privilege of seeing your divine face..."
He suddenly raised his head, staring at Chao Youye with bloodshot eyes. His eyes were filled with sacrificial madness and twisted joy. "Lord Qi Shang said...that this line...this line must...must..."
"Bang!"
A dull thud interrupted his frantic ravings. A quick-reacting SWAT officer struck him hard on the back of the neck with the butt of his rifle.
The kidnapper's body suddenly stiffened, the fanatical fire was extinguished in an instant, he rolled his eyes, collapsed like mud, and completely lost consciousness.
Dead silence.
The entire perimeter of the abandoned factory was shrouded in an eerie silence. Only the police lights continued to spin silently, casting red and blue spots of light on everyone's shocked faces.
Mu Xinrong's grip on the paper cup suddenly tightened, and the warm tea spilled out, scalding the back of his hand without him noticing.
The blood drained from his face in an instant, and his round eyes were filled with great horror and an... indescribable fear, as if he had touched upon some horrific truth.
He subconsciously looked at Chao Youye beside him.
Chao Youye still maintained her previous posture, but the knuckles of the hand covering Mu Xinrong's back turned a cold bluish-white color due to the force.
He slowly, extremely slowly, raised his eyelids. His bottomless eyes, like the cold black hole at the end of the universe, precisely locked onto the unconscious kidnapper on the ground.
There was no emotion in it, no anger, no surprise, only pure nothingness and indifference that could freeze the soul.
It was as if the absurd kneeling and the name that had been mentioned were just dust brushing across the base of the statue, not worth mentioning.
However, the moment he raised his eyes, an invisible, indescribable "sense of presence" spread silently like a cold tide.
The air seemed to become thick and heavy, and the lights of the surrounding police lights seemed to dim a little.
The few policemen closest to the scene felt an inexplicable palpitation, a layer of fine cold sweat crawled up their backs, and they involuntarily took half a step back.
Ye Qingliu stood up straight abruptly, and the cool feeling brought by the medicinal mist that had just been sprayed on his wrist was instantly covered by a chill that exploded from deep in his spine.
His heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
Pray for business!
This name was like a red-hot iron, burning into his mind! His gray-blue pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip behind the silver-rimmed glasses.
A fierce sense of rejection and warning coming from the depths of the soul roared wildly.
Countless shattered, blurry fragments of light and shadow violently collided within the depths of his consciousness—a cold lab table, a flowing star map, countless blurred and distorted faces wailed and vanished in the data stream...
There was also a deep, inhuman voice that echoed repeatedly: "Observer... record... variable..."
These fragments were in disarray, and they brought with them a burning pain that transcended time and space, giving him a splitting headache.
He subconsciously raised his hand to press against his throbbing forehead, his fingertips cold. His gaze passed over the chaotic crowd and briefly met Chao Youye's abyssal eyes, which had just been raised.
That look still had the indifference of a god looking down at ants.
But Ye Qingliu's heart sank to the bottom.
The kidnapper's crazy mumbling just now and the terrifying "sense of presence" that no human could possess when he looked up at Youye were like a cold key that forcibly pried open a dusty corner deep in his consciousness.
Those chaotic fragments weren't illusions! Qi Shang... this cursed name was connected to a truth he hadn't yet fully understood, but instinctively sensed was extremely dangerous!
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