Chen Xiaoshi's house has been searched numerous times, but there is no entrance to the basement, and there is no secret door.

Xu Yao went through all the information, but he didn't find any clues. He became more and more upset.

Two hours later, Liu Xiaobo called. There was still no progress in the interrogation room. All kinds of coercion and inducement were used, but Chen Xiaoshi still didn't speak. There was no other way

, so Xu Yao had to come out of the office and go to the interrogation room again, watching the interrogation process through the glass outside.

Liu Xiaobo in the interrogation room had been pushed to the edge of collapse, pounding the table angrily, while Chen Xiaoshi was like a stubborn stone, sitting upright and not saying a word.

Xu Yao stood outside for about five minutes, but he noticed a small detail: Chen Xiaoshi always looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

He looked at it at least five or six times in five minutes.

Xu Yao was puzzled. Why was Chen Xiaoshi so sensitive to time?

Was time important to him? Or at a certain important moment, someone would come to rescue him, or something else important would happen?

Standing outside, one could also hear the sound of the interrogation inside. Suddenly, after Chen Xiaoshi glanced at the clock on the wall, he, who had been silent all the time, suddenly raised his mouth and began to mutter:

There is a time for everything, and a time for every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pull out what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

so what good does the worker have in his labor? I saw that God has made the world work hard, that they may be trained in it. God has made everything beautiful in its time, and has placed eternity in the hearts of men. But man cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

God, please forgive my selfishness.

Is this cruel? No, I just bring them light and love in another way.

I pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.

Xu Yao suddenly came to his senses after listening to this confusing speech.

The words that Chen Xiaoshi read actually came from the Bible, the Old Testament, Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3, verses 1-11, and this passage is usually used by priests when they perform mass and pray for the dead.

Chen Xiaoshi looked at the clock countless times, and at this time he began to pray for the salvation of the dead souls.

Seeing the slightly raised smile on his lips, Xu Yao's heart was in a mess, and he was thinking quickly, thinking about who he was going to save?

Suddenly Xu Yao realized that he was not saving the souls of others, but his assistants Mo Xiaoqing

. Chen Xiaoshi kept looking at the clock on the wall because he was waiting for a certain moment.

At this time, his facial nerves had relaxed, and he was smiling and praying for the souls of the dead. It was obvious that he knew he had succeeded.

Xu Yao was extremely panicked, pushed the door open, rushed in, and picked up Chen Xiaoshi.

He yelled loudly, "Chen Xiaoshi, you bastard! I'll give you one last chance. How did you help Mo Xiaoqing? If you don't tell the truth, be careful, I'll shoot you."

Chen Xiaoshi raised his eyes and stared at Xu Yao, and said slowly, "It's too late. Now everything is too late. Even if you shoot me, I still can't repay her life.

Hahaha. Now I have a companion in the underworld. I can hug her left and right, and have three wives and four concubines. Hahaha!"

Chen Xiaoshi's laughter was floating in the interrogation room. Xu Yao was furious beside him. He pressed Chen Xiaoshi to the ground and hit him with fists like raindrops.

Xu Yao was extremely angry, with his chest heaving. He touched his head and tried to calm himself down.

He glanced at Chen Xiaoshi, who was lying on the ground, dying, and suddenly his eyes were fixed on his shoes.

Suddenly he remembered something and went over to take off Chen Xiaoshi's shoes.

There was yellow mud on the soles of his shoes, and this yellow was different from the dust and mud on the ground in the city.

She and he were familiar with this mud. Where had they seen it before?

Where?