Gu Miao: Someone is saying dirty words to my wife! ?

Qiu Yanping looked at Gu Wenye, who was in a hurry and looked like his tail hair was on fire, and said helplessly, "I know my limits. She can't get close to me."

Gu Wenye was not in agreement with this, so Qiu Yanping had to accept it. He cleared his throat, stood far away from the woman, and asked Gu Wenye, "I heard that there is something that can record what the other party wants to say without the person saying anything. Is that true?"

Gu Wenye nodded and said, "Yes, there is such a thing, a measuring instrument."

"Can you get one?" Qiu Yanping asked. He raised his chin and nodded in the direction of the woman, saying, "She can't speak, and I don't want to release her in such an unclear way. It would be best if I could communicate with her using the co-tester."

He could figure out some things, but there were some things he still wanted to hear from the woman herself.

This kind of co-measurement instrument was originally used for interrogation, but it was not easy for Gu Wenye to take one out of the Seventh Department of the Military Department. "It's not very convenient to get it out, but we can take her to the Seventh Department of the Military Department." Gu Wenye said, his eyes cast towards the woman. There were naturally cells for prisoners in the Seventh Department of the Military Department. In the past, temporary interrogations of some prisoners of war were arranged in the Seventh Department of the Military Department. Now, there were still spare rooms for interrogating this woman.

Qiu Yanping nodded when he heard this. To him, it didn't matter where he was.

He had previously calculated that Zhou Yili was destined to die young, but by some strange coincidence she found a scapegoat. He had thought that Zhou Yili would continue to live like this, but looking at her face now, he could clearly see that this deceived vitality was fading away at an abnormal speed. Qiu Yanping could conclude that within three days, Zhou Yili would still not escape death.

He could calculate whether Zhou Yili was alive or dead, but he had no intention of saving her. People who were already dead should not live.

However, he needed to get some information from Zhou Yili. He still remembered that on the day when Mrs. Bathgate had the accident, they talked about the mysterious man selling things and there was a piece of bloody embroidery on the stall. The embroidery made Zhou Yili's face change color. Apparently, Mrs. Bathgate was not the only one who had met the mysterious man.

Qiu Yanping didn't know whether Zhou Yili had any deal with that man, but this was the only clue they had at the moment.

From Fu Yi Bo at the beginning, to Zhu Wenmin later, and then to Mrs. Bathgate and Zhou Yili, almost all those who had done business with the mysterious trader died. Except for Zhu Wenmin, the deaths of those people seemed to be unexpected accidents. This made Qiu Yanping a little hesitant. Was all this arranged in advance by the mysterious trader, or was it just a series of coincidences in time?

"Ms. Zhou Yili, what is the relationship between you and Ah Hui?" Qiu Yanping and Gu Wenye escorted Zhou Yili to the Seventh Department of the Military Department. In a small square room with four closed sides, Qiu Yanping looked at the woman with several patches on her head and asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Yili's eyes flashed for a moment, and then a piece of paper popped out from the paper outlet of the meter.

——She and I were classmates.

Gu Wenye frowned slightly. The addresses of the schools the two had attended were completely different, otherwise they would have come to this conclusion a long time ago. What kind of classmate is this?

——I dropped out of school two days after I enrolled. I stayed in the hospital the rest of the time. The school didn’t have time to enter my information at that time.

Another piece of paper popped out of the paper outlet.

"We were just classmates for two days, and you changed her horoscope without permission?" Qiu Yanping's face was slightly gloomy.

Zhou Yili's face showed an expression of pain and struggle, and the emotional fluctuations displayed on the co-monitoring device screen were also particularly strong.

——I don’t want to die, what can I do? People are selfish, if I don’t think about myself, who can help me? !

Qiu Yanping looked at Zhou Yili coldly. It was not like he had never seen such a person before. He did not judge her and then asked, "So what's next? How do you know what to do to achieve your goal?"

Zhou Yili's eyes flickered, but she seemed somewhat unwilling to cooperate.

The paper outlet of the co-tester only showed her subconscious reaction for the first moment, an unfinished three-word sentence.

——Someone’s night…

Qiu Yanping glanced at the note, then looked at Zhou Yili again. He said, "You came to me just because you wanted someone to save you. But you don't want to reveal anything, so how can I save you?"

Zhou Yili bit her lip, clenched her fists awkwardly, and curled herself up slightly. It seemed that she was more afraid than deliberately concealing the truth.

This made Qiu Yanping raise one eyebrow high, fear?

After a moment, perhaps the desire to survive prevailed again, and another piece of paper jumped out of the paper outlet.

——One night when I was in the ward, someone walked into the ward. At that time, the ward was a double room. I heard that the soldier next to me was seriously injured in the mission and had to undergo an amputation operation. I heard that his family had been looking for a way to save his arm until that night when the man walked into our ward.

Zhou Yili remembered it very clearly. It was around 3:30 in the morning because she had just been awakened by chest pain. After spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with thick phlegm, she glanced at the time. It was 3:27 in the morning. Not long after that, the man came in.

——The man had a nice voice, with a kind of bewitching power. I heard him recommending something to the soldier's family, and heard him telling them in a soft voice how to use it.

——It was a piece of embroidery that could cure catastrophic diseases. The man asked them for fifteen years of life. I heard an old man’s voice agreeing to the deal, and then I… I thought I saw a pair of dark, burnt hands suddenly inserted into the old man’s chest, but no one else seemed to see this scene at the time, only me. Even the old man seemed to feel nothing. I was terrified…

Zhou Yili suddenly sobbed softly.

——The man noticed me, and I thought he would do something to me, but he just smiled at me and said, "I'm a dying man, no wonder I can see you." I knew I was seriously ill, but I never thought I was dying! I hoped the man was talking nonsense, but the next day, the old man died of heart failure. I realized that the man was indeed unusual...

Her emotions began to fluctuate again. She subconsciously shook the seat beneath her, and her pale face was covered with tear marks.

——I am still young, I don't want to die so early as that man said! The soldier was in a coma because of the anesthetic effect when the mysterious man came in that night. He learned everything when he woke up the next morning. He firmly refused to allow his family to use such things and deliberately put the embroidery away. Do you know that the things they don't want can save my life! I... I just want to survive...

She sobbed and didn't say anything else, but even if she didn't say it, everyone knew what happened next. She stole the embroidery cloth that was purchased at the cost of other people's lives, and transferred her own illness to Ah Hui. She survived, but Ah Hui died.

——Ahui is not the one I wanted to choose. She is a good girl. She is like my twin sister. We were born on the same day of the same month of the same year. Although we were classmates for only two days, I know that if there is a chance, we will be good friends... But only she, because of the coincidence of age and birthday, meets all the requirements of that piece of embroidery. I...

Zhou Yili suddenly trembled all over, she closed her eyes tightly, blood spots oozed out of her body, staining her white dress red. Qiu Yanping was startled, and seeing this, he strode forward, frowned and checked Zhou Yili's condition.

Blood was constantly oozing out of Zhou Yili's pores, as if there was an invisible suction force that was constantly drawing blood out of her body. Qiu Yanping grabbed Zhou Yili's wrist, and her pulse was so weak under his fingertips that it was almost undetectable. Qiu Yanping felt a resistance pushing him away, not allowing him to get close and help.

Qiu Yanping withdrew his hand upon seeing this. He took a step back and looked at Zhou Yili, who was sitting on the chair with her body twitching constantly, with her eyes slightly lowered.

Zhou Yili opened her eyes with great effort, her eyes were full of madness and pleading, and pieces of paper were ejected rapidly from the output port of the co-test instrument next to her.

——I don’t want to die! Save me! I don’t want to die!

——Help me! Please, please...Give me a chance, let me live...

Qiu Yanping gently pulled out the patch connecting Zhou Yili to the co-testing instrument. He looked at the crazy woman in front of him with his calm black eyes and said, "Ahui doesn't want to die either. Have you given her a chance?"

Zhou Yili's body froze, and then she sank into the chair like a deflated balloon, her body continuing to twitch slightly. She closed her eyes, as if she had completely given up the struggle.

At this moment, a very light bell sounded as if it came from far away, the sound was light and clear. Qiu Yanping was suddenly startled, he looked at Gu Wenye, Gu Wenye had already drawn the gun from his waist, he pulled Qiu Yanping behind him, leaned against the wall, and became alert.

"Haha, we finally meet, the 37th generation Feng Shui master of the Qiu family." A very pleasant male voice came out, and Qiu Yanping's hair stood on end. "Don't be so polite, I showed up just because of you."

Gu Wenye's face was as black as a plate of ink.