Chapter 189 The Truth
"Oh, it's very cute." Qiao Lan nodded.
She likes this dress.
A while ago, when I was doing practical training outside, I came across the ruins of a small warehouse of a clothing e-commerce company, which was full of youthful and energetic clothing for young people.
There is a batch of creative text T-shirts, the kind you are wearing.
In addition to this one, there are also T-shirts with happy quotes such as "I work voluntarily", "Don't interfere in the affairs of handsome guys", "I love studying, and studying makes my mother happy", etc.
It's really cute.
Qiao Lan changes her clothes every few days and has worn them many times.
"Such lovely clothes remind me of the time when life was abundant and the world was peaceful." Yin Wanying sighed.
A regretful smile appeared.
In the empty, four-by-four-meter-square room, there was only one chair. Yin Wanying sat motionless on it, her back straight, legs together, calm and composed, her posture elegant, as if she were not in prison but a well-educated lady sitting in her own back garden.
Only her pale and bluish face showed that the poison in her body had not yet been cleared.
Cha Cha's poison is extremely powerful. If it weren't for her high level of supernatural powers and timely detoxification, she would probably be a disabled person now.
"We can't go back to our previous life, and we don't want our future life to get worse. So, we won't tolerate those of you who are causing trouble." Qiao Lan stood outside the cell with his arms folded.
There was a steel fence as thick as a child's arm between the two of them.
Thick reinforced concrete, fences, and electric fences form this sturdy special cell, which is specially used to detain awakened people.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Qiao Lan asked.
"I can tell you the truth." Yin Wanying smiled.
"condition?"
"I want a comfortable living environment, you know. Let me live in your place in the west of the city. I like the decoration there."
Qiao Lan said, "Are Ye Qi and the others' torture methods not strong enough?"
"It's quite strong."
Yin Wanying suddenly opened her clothes.
The dress she was wearing was a front-opening style, and when the buttons were unbuttoned, her upper body was exposed.
The skin was covered with bruises and purple marks, including swellings, cuts, and two wounds that were festering and rotting, with tiny bugs vaguely crawling in the rotten flesh.
Qiao Lan frowned and didn't want to look.
Yin Wanying smiled and put her clothes back on.
"I refused to cooperate with the interrogation and, when I felt like it, I even exerted mental influence on the interrogators. As a result, I suffered quite a bit. But I found it quite interesting. How can I describe the feeling of being beaten? It hurt a lot. That kind of pain made me feel that I was truly alive."
"Besides, I don't think they're being cruel," she said. "To treat your enemies, you have to be as cold and ruthless as winter. I understand that. But they're wrong. I'm not your enemy. On the contrary, I might be your friend."
Qiao Lan said, "This isn't really cruel. I haven't used the real torture methods on you yet. When I really need to get something out of you, you might not have the energy to talk nonsense with me."
Yin Wanying flatly denied controlling Lao Guo, insisting that her encounter with the deceased who had awakened that night was merely a chance encounter. Qiao Lan already knew all of this and refused to cooperate with the interrogation. Ye Qi had his own rhythm and plans, and was in no rush to do anything to Yin Wanying, so he kept her locked up.
But Qiao Lan wasn't here to chat nonsense with the other party today, and she didn't have the time for that.
Then he asked directly: "If I give you a comfortably decorated house, what truth can you tell me?"
"Miss Qiao."
Yin Wanying smiled again and looked at Qiao Lan gently with eyes as clear as water.
"I like you," she said.
Qiao Lan felt as if facing a formidable enemy and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Don't get me wrong, haha." Yin Wanying covered her mouth and laughed, "It's not that kind of liking. I don't like women, well, I don't like men either. I like myself. I like to live freely and comfortably."
"You should be able to provide me with a comfortable life, Miss Qiao."
"Of course, I don't just like you because of material things. I also like you as a person."
"This world is a mess. You are like a bright spot of color against the gray background. Every time I see you, I feel like the old days have come back."
"How do you manage to be happy and full of energy while others are struggling to survive?"
"Qiao Lan, you are as cute as the T-shirt you are wearing. No, you are much cuter than it."
Qiao Lan responded casually: "So you're going to call me 'Keaiduo' from now on?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yin Wanying burst into laughter.
It wasn't a smirk; it was a truly hearty laugh. Her mouth was wide open, her teeth, tongue, and even her throat visible. For someone as dignified as her, such a burst of laughter was quite rare.
"Yes, that's exactly how I feel. You're clearly meeting with a serious criminal, yet you're happily chatting with him. That's what I like about you!" Yin Wanying laughed and said, "Okay, little cutie, I'll call you Keaiduo from now on. How old are you, please?"
"Nineteen, no, twenty." Just had my birthday.
"I'm ten years older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me sister."
"Hello, Aunt Yin." Qiao Lan said maliciously.
She wasn't a friendly soldier, so she just called her old to annoy her. Actually, if she was a friendly soldier, she could call sixty-year-old Qiao Lan sister.
But Yin Wanying was not angry. She just laughed and said, "Okay, Auntie is Auntie."
She was young and beautiful, looking about the same age as Fu Xingyuan, not at all like a woman in her thirties. Yet, she gladly accepted being called "Auntie," as if she really liked Qiao Lan.
But Qiao Lan didn't dare to believe that she was a spiritual awakener. Perhaps the more intimate she was with him during conversation, the more she was exerting mental control?
"What's the truth, Aunt Yin?" Qiao Lan looked at her watch. She had been here for ten minutes and wanted to leave.
Yin Wanying looked at her with a smile.
Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his expression became solemn for a moment.
He began, "The truth is, I came from the Earth Temple to the Bloody Dawn to lurk inside and wait for an opportunity to destroy this base. I have a superior, a very respected gentleman, but I don't know who he is. I have subordinates, one of whom was the one who took control of Lao Guo's mental system that night without authorization. I reprimanded him and he died at my feet. As for the others, I'm sorry, I can't tell them, even if I die. The base was right to lock me up here, but it was also wrong."
She stopped talking here and there was no further words.
Just looking at Qiao Lan quietly.
Qiao Lan looked at her for a long time.
Drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing gradually became rapid.
"Ms. Qiao?!"
There were armed awakened guards nearby. Seeing this, they quickly stepped forward and pointed several guns at Yin Wanying, "Don't launch a mental attack on Miss Qiao!"
Qiao Lan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his hand for the guards to step back.
"What a powerful mental attack! I've experienced it, Aunt Yin!"
She glared at the other person and turned away.
The steel door of the meeting room slammed shut.
As the guards were on high alert, Yin Wanying slightly curled the corners of her lips.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed, his face turned pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bloodstains on the skirt looked like blooming plum blossoms.
She had been smiling during many interrogations, but now her face was full of fear. She slid off the chair trembling all over, shaking like a sieve.
Staring into the void, she uttered incomprehensible words with difficulty.
"No... I didn't betray you. This is... a retreat to advance. I... I..."
Before she could finish her words, she could no longer hold on and passed out.
"Call for emergency assistance!"
The cell guard hurriedly contacted the medical station.
Outside the prison, Qiao Lan walked slowly, recalling the meeting.
His face gradually darkened.
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