Chapter 70 I Won't Let You Go
Xu Yao carefully opened a packet of indigo dye, and the rich color instantly spread in the air like a blue-purple monster with bared fangs and claws.
This color was so beautiful that it shocked her.
In her previous life, where had she ever seen such bright dyes?
She remembered that most of the fabrics at that time were gray, as if covered with a layer of haze.
Suddenly, a big hand crushed the dye package with a "snap".
Xue Han frowned, his deep eyes were as cold as a pond.
"This indigo is too bright." His voice was low, with a subtle hint of danger.
He raised his boot and crushed the dye bag hard. The blue-purple powder rose like smoke, and a pungent chemical smell filled the air.
“Real imported dyes will turn blue when in contact with water.”
Xu Yao's heart sank suddenly. Could it be that...
At this time, Aunt Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative came over with a burning match in her hand.
"The smuggled goods seized at the dock the day before yesterday had a burnt smell exactly like this!" The flames licked the dye powder, and a choking black smoke instantly came out. The smell was very similar to the smell of the cheap incense she had smelled in her previous life, and it made her feel nauseous.
"Oh my god, this Sun Zhiqiang is so evil! He uses this thing to fool people!"
"That's right! I wanted to buy some to dye cloth!"
The discussions of the onlookers came like a tide, and Xu Yao felt her head buzzing.
At this moment, a truck was fleeing in panic from the back door of the supply and marketing cooperative. The four big words "Sun's Cloth Shop" on the body of the truck were particularly eye-catching.
Needless to say, I know whose goods they belong to.
The crowd erupted in laughter, mixed with a few curses.
Sun Zhiqiang, are you feeling guilty?
Xue Han sneered, shook his wrist, and a dagger flashing with cold light flew out and accurately nailed the tire of the truck.
The sound of screeching brakes cut through the air, and the truck jerked to a stop.
"Old Zhou, the handwriting on your report letter," Xue Han held up the signature on the dye package, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "is the same handwriting as Sun Zhiqiang's application for divorce three years ago."
Wow, does this even match up?
The onlookers were instantly in an uproar, pointing fingers at Sun Zhiqiang.
This reversal is even more exciting than the melodramatic dramas at eight o'clock!
The truck driver's face turned pale and he took out an account book from his pocket tremblingly.
"He...he promised to give me double the shipping fee!" On the corner of the account book, there was a chemotherapy drug prescription, and the words "Sun's mother" could be vaguely seen.
This...what is going on?
Could it be that Sun Zhiqiang gambled away even his mother's life-saving money for money?
Xu Yao felt that her brain was not enough. This plot is so exciting!
Just then, a muffled "bang" sound was heard in the warehouse.
Xu Yao felt a black screen before her eyes and then lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, she found herself lying in Xue Han's arms, surrounded by bright red silk, like a burning flame.
"Someone mixed hallucinogens into the dye." Xue Han's voice was low, with a barely perceptible tremor.
He lowered his head and sniffed Xu Yao's hair. "This is the same potion that your daughter drank in her previous life."
Xu Yao's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Suddenly, Qiuyue pointed at the dye bucket and cried, "Mom said red is the most beautiful color!"
Xu Yao looked in the direction Qiuyue pointed, and saw the emblem of the Sun family's old house printed on the dye barrel...
"Yaoyao, don't be afraid." Xue Han's voice sounded in her ears, like a shot of cardiotonic, making her feel a little more at ease.
He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
"Sun Zhiqiang..." He spoke word by word, his voice as cold as a messenger from hell, "I won't let you go."
The door of the warehouse was pushed open, and a familiar voice came: "Comrade Xue Han, the director of the street office is here..."
When the director of the street office rushed to the warehouse breathlessly, the scene before him made him gasp.
Xue Han stood like an iron tower, holding Sun Zhiqiang tightly with one hand and holding a dye testing report with the other. The look in his eyes could freeze people into ice.
Sun Zhiqiang was like a drowned dog, his body covered with blue and purple dyes, looking miserable.
What was even funnier was that his carefully groomed wig was also soaked with dye and stuck stickyly to his scalp, revealing a hideous scar on the back of his head - a gunshot wound.
"Your father's coffin," Xue Han's voice was icy cold without a trace of warmth, like a sharp knife piercing Sun Zhiqiang's heart, "was it also made of this poison?"
Sun Zhiqiang's face was pale and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.
He widened his eyes in horror and stared at Xue Han as if he had seen a ghost.
How does he know?
This is a secret he has kept for many years!
The director of the subdistrict office was completely confused. What did this have to do with anything?
Why are you bringing up the coffin lid?
He was about to ask, but Xue Han suddenly pushed Sun Zhiqiang in front of him: "Director, this person is suspected of smuggling banned dyes and is also suspected of... murder."
murder? !
This is a serious crime!
The director of the subdistrict office suddenly felt his scalp tingling. The melon was a bit big and he couldn’t bite it!
He quickly ordered people to control Sun Zhiqiang and seal up all the dyes in the warehouse, preparing to report to his superiors.
The crowd of onlookers were in an uproar, talking a lot and chattering like a group of sparrows.
"Oh my goodness, this Sun Zhiqiang is such a beast in human form!"
"That's right. He even dared to move his own father's coffin. He is absolutely heartless!"
"Serves him right! Let's see how he ends up!"
Night falls and the lights come on.
Xu Yao dragged her exhausted body back to the bridal chamber, but her heart felt heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it.
What happened today made her feel like a dream, yet so real.
She walked to the closet, ready to change her clothes, but found a red gauze scarf in the closet, as soft as silk, exuding a faint fragrance.
This scarf is not hers.
An ominous premonition came to her mind, and she turned around suddenly, only to see Xue Han standing behind her at some point. His eyes were deep, like an ancient well, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.
"This is camouflage material." Xue Han's voice was low, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.
He picked up the scarf and gently unfolded it. Under the light, the patterns on the scarf were clearly visible, like a mysterious totem.
"The smuggled dyes seized at the dock came from the same cargo ship." Xue Han's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.
Xu Yao's heart sank suddenly. The appearance of the scarf made her feel an inexplicable fear.
What is going on?
Suddenly, she remembered something.
A few days ago, when she went to the hospital to visit her father, she always smelled a faint fragrance outside the ward window, exactly the same as the fragrance on the scarf...
Xue Han grabbed Xu Yao's shoulders and said in a serious tone: "Yaoyao, be careful..."
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