4. A quarter of an hour
Sigh, the colt in the gap, the fire in the stone, the body in the dream...
Amid the inexplicable echoes, Chen Ji didn't know how long he had been wandering in the darkness, as if he had been trekking in a glacial river for a century, and still could not clear the fog before his eyes.
But this darkness seemed to last only for a moment, as short as the sparks that burst out when stones collide.
Chen Ji couldn't control his body and could only listen.
The sound of wind, rain, and even the sound of oars paddling on the water, as if someone was using a small boat to carry him through the black sea of clouds.
Chen Ji wanted to break through the darkness, but everything around him was as sticky as glue, making it impossible for him to escape.
Suddenly, someone spoke in a relaxed tone from outside the darkness, "Master Zhou, we wouldn't come to your door in person unless we were absolutely certain. The moment you see us, either you cooperate and capture Jing Chao's spies in Luocheng, or we'll make you suffer a fate worse than death. There's no other choice."
Then a middle-aged man angrily said, "I don't know what I have done to deserve the two of you to go on a killing spree in my house. I don't even know any Jing Dynasty spies!"
The relaxed voice from before said, "On the 27th of last month, you hosted Master Li, the Supervisor of Works, for a drink at Mingzhu Garden in Baiyi Lane, East Market. During the banquet, you redeemed Miss Cuihuan from Mingzhu Garden and gave her to him. However, Miss Cuihuan turned out to be a spy for the Jing Dynasty. She has already betrayed you... I don't need to continue, do I?"
"What does Miss Cuihuan's being a spy have to do with me? I've never had any dealings with her before!"
"You want evidence?"
"right!"
Inside the room, a girl laughed: "When do we need evidence to kill a spy in the Secret Service?"
The interrogated Mr. Zhou stopped talking and the room became quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing.
In the room, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the antique display cabinet where the ornaments were placed was also broken, like a ruin.
In the ruins, seven or eight corpses were lying twisted in the ground, leaving only a middle-aged man sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and a disheveled look.
Opposite him, a young man in a smart black suit looked relaxed and playful. Not far away, a slim girl in black was squatting on a chair watching the show.
The two men and women in black looked to be no more than twenty years old, but they killed everyone in a room.
In the darkness, Chen Ji suddenly felt that these words were like a hand that grabbed him as he was sinking into the abyss and dragged him back to the world from hell.
"Master Zhou, who are your colleagues in Luo City? It's okay if you don't want to tell the truth now. We still have a whole night to kill," the young man said with a smile. "Wait a moment, we'll bring your family members who are hiding in Chaimu Lane, and then see if you're willing to tell..."
The next moment.
A corpse in the house suddenly sat up!
hiss!
Chen Ji breathed in suddenly, like a drowning man reborn, breathing greedily. His breathing was particularly harsh in the silence, breaking the dullness in the room.
Chen Ji sat up from the floor, feeling dizzy.
He subconsciously touched the knife wound on his waist, but there was nothing there.
The girl squatting on the armchair suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, Yunyang, your skills are not so good anymore. Why can't you kill someone properly?"
Yunyang's quibbling
"Impossible, his heart must be crooked!"
"If I fail, I fail. Can't afford to lose face?"
"What should we do then?"
"Kill him again."
At this moment, Chen Ji was filled with doubts: Why was he reborn? Where was he reborn? Would he ever be able to find his way home? If even something as miraculous as rebirth could happen, would his family ever be able to see each other again?
He opened his eyes: "Wait, I have something to say..."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside, and everyone's attention was drawn over.
But then I saw more than ten men in the same black clothes, escorting seven or eight people into the yard, including two children, one boy and one girl, about eight or nine years old.
Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Ji quickly looked around: the room was not big, with a mahogany desk on the left and two armchairs and a table in the middle.
Books, pens, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered all over the floor.
Traveled through time?
Is this the dream world that Li Qingniao mentioned?
It seemed as if he had traveled through time and space to the body of a person who had just died, but he had no idea what the deceased's identity was in his lifetime.
Chen Ji really wanted to stop and think about his situation, but the crisis before him happened too quickly, leaving him no chance to think.
While he was thinking, more than ten men in black suits forced Lord Zhou's family members to kneel on the ground. One of them clasped his fists and reported, "Bring here all the family members Zhou Chengyi had hidden. He redeemed this woman from Baiyi Lane ten years ago. The two children are their own, a boy and a girl. The others are the housekeeper and the maid."
These more than ten men in black had resolute expressions and a sheathed long sword hung behind their waists.
Yun Yang smiled and squatted in front of the woman. "Madam, do you know that Mr. Zhou is a spy for the Jing Dynasty?"
The woman held the little boy tightly in her arms and shook her head in fear: "I don't know, we don't know anything!"
Yun Yang pulled out a thin silver needle from his sleeve and stabbed the woman in the chest with lightning speed. The woman could not make a sound and fell to the ground.
Died.
There was a wailing sound in the house, and the housekeeper asked hoarsely: "Master, what's going on, Master?!"
Zhou Chengyi did not answer, but just watched the scene with a gloomy expression.
Yunyang looked at him, then squatted in front of a maid: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
The maid stuttered, "My...my master only comes two or three times a month. It's hard for us to...to see him."
Yunyang thrust the silver needle forward. The maid wanted to dodge, but the needle was so fast that she could not dodge it at all. She could only watch helplessly as the needle pierced her chest.
Chen Ji subconsciously touched his chest.
Yunyang fought his way to the little boy. He squatted down with a smile but didn't look at the little boy. Instead, he stared at Zhou Chengyi: "Kid, did your father tell you anything?"
Zhou Chengyi's face twitched. "Your Ning Dynasty was founded on culture and etiquette, yet you want to torture and kill a child?"
Yun Yang sneered: "This spring, the Jing Dynasty cavalry marched south and killed countless innocent people in my Ning Dynasty. Do I need to lecture you on poetry, books and etiquette? In addition, you bought a ten-year-old girl last year and raised her at home, and then gave her to the Luocheng prefect. Isn't she a child?
"Master Zhou, if you don't tell me, your child will die."
"Dad, save me!"
However, Zhou Chengyi just turned his head slightly and ignored the child's cry for help.
Yunyang whistled, "You're so cruel! It seems you've caught a spy above Haidongqing's rank. It's a shame to have you hiding under our noses for so many years."
prick.
The boy collapsed, breathless.
Chen Ji watched silently. The child's eyes were still wide open and he stared at him before he could close them.
The veins on Zhou Chengyi's forehead were throbbing.
At this time, the girl named Jiaotu came to the little girl, squatted down and whispered, "Just now your mother only hugged your brother. Did you see it?"
The little girl nodded in horror.
Jiaotu said again: "If you are willing to come with me and call me sister, I will not kill you."
But the little girl did not agree. She just looked at her father in confusion and fear.
"In this world, weak girls will suffer a lot," Jiaotu smiled and hugged the little girl in his arms: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
She pulled out a silver needle from her hair, the same as the one Yunyang used, and stabbed it into the back of the little girl's neck with her own hands. The little girl instantly fell limp in Jiaotu's arms and was silent.
Chen Ji's pupils shrank slightly.
Yun Yang watched this scene unconcerned. He approached the remaining butler and Chen Ji and said, "Young man, you were lucky just now. Since you're lucky enough to survive, I'll give you another chance. Let's play a game. Whoever gives the information first will live."
The butler immediately knelt forward, weeping and crying: "My Lords, I will tell you everything you want to know! Let me live!"
Yun Yang was amused: "I just love this kind of selling out for fame and fortune drama!"
Chen Ji on the side also said: "I don't have any information, but give me 25 minutes and I will help you find the information."
The housekeeper hurriedly explained, "He's just an apprentice at the clinic. What kind of information could he possibly know? Listen to me!"
Yun Yang looked at Chen Ji with a sincere expression: "I have to wait for two quarters of an hour for your information. I'm not sure whether it exists or not, so I'm very sorry...ah you!"
As he was teasing, he saw Chen Ji suddenly pounce on the butler and pin him to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a piece of broken porcelain that had been hidden in Chen Ji's hand at some point cut the butler's neck. Unfortunately, he did not have much experience in killing people, and he did not cut the aorta the first time.
Neither Yunyang nor Jiaotu tried to stop it.
The housekeeper panicked and lay on the ground, punching Chen Ji's cheek with all his might, but Chen Ji did not dodge and instead clenched the porcelain piece and cut him again.
The second time the butler's throat was cut, the carotid artery in his neck was severed, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
The housekeeper is dead.
Chen Ji slowly stood up. The corner of his eye was hit by the butler, and his palm was cut because he held the broken porcelain pieces too tightly. Drops of blood fell to the ground.
Jiaotu's eyes lit up.
Yunyang also became interested: "Do you really want to live?"
Chen Ji panted and said, "I don't have any information, but give me two quarters of an hour and I'll find it for you."
"Oh?" Yunyang raised his eyebrows. "Deal, but I'll only give you a quarter of an hour."
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