Chapter 37 Good job
"Zhao Qi."
She uttered two words.
"Three days later, at midnight, in Blackwater Lane, Bingzi Hutong, the third house."
Accurate intelligence! Time, place, target person, Shen He hits the nail on the head without any hesitation!
She took out a folded paper from her sleeve, gently unfolded it, and placed it next to the jade pendant.
It was a rather sloppily drawn map, but with key locations clearly marked.
It was the terrain near Heishui Lane, and one of the courtyards was circled heavily with cinnabar.
"This is the residence of Zhao Qi's lover, Liu Niang."
Zhou Yan'an's pupils shrank almost imperceptibly.
He finally looked directly at Shen He, his eyes scrutinizing and extremely wary.
“Miss Shen, what on earth do you want to do?”
His voice deepened, carrying a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.
"Who is Zhao Qi?"
"Why should I care about this person?"
Before the words completely dissipated in the air, an almost imperceptible metallic sound was heard quietly.
“Clang——”
A cold light suddenly appeared.
Zhou Yan'an's sword has already come out of its sheath.
The tip of the sword, cold and sharp, was now firmly resting on Shen He's slender and beautiful neck.
He didn't have much patience. He, Zhou Yan'an, was definitely not a chess piece to be manipulated at will.
Chen He could clearly feel the biting chill emanating from the tip of the sword.
But her eyes still looked calmly at Zhou Yan'an's eyes that contained a storm.
Then, she spoke softly. Her voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhou Yan'an's heart hard!
"because,"
"His right hand is missing a little finger."
“!!!”
Zhou Yan'an's eyes suddenly widened!
The hand holding the sword began to tremble violently and uncontrollably!
Because the owner lost control, the tip of the sword left a shallow bloody mark on Shen He's neck!
Bright red blood beads slowly seeped out along the fair skin, which was shocking to the eye.
But at this moment, Zhou Yan'an could no longer care about anything!
"What did you say?!"
His voice was hoarse like sandpaper, full of incredible shock!
That scene, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, suddenly surged up from the deepest part of my memory!
When he was seven years old, his beloved sister...
The small body lay cold in the mud of the back alley...
The purple pinch mark on the neck was so clear...
And on that pinch mark, there was exactly one mark left by a little finger missing!
That was the scar in his heart that would never heal! It was the nightmare that woke him up again and again in the middle of the night!
The vigilance, suspicion and scrutiny in his eyes were instantly drowned by overwhelming shock and pain!
What followed was a deep hatred that was like a volcanic eruption, almost burning away one's sanity!
“clang!”
The long sword slammed back into its sheath, making a sharp and piercing sound.
Zhou Yan'an clenched his hands into fists, his joints making crisp "crackling" sounds due to excessive force, and the veins on his broken left hand were bulging!
He stared at Chen He intently, his eyes were extremely complicated, with pain, madness, and a hint of... hope as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw!
Chen He met his almost biting gaze calmly and fearlessly.
a long time.
Zhou Yan'an turned around suddenly!
“Swish!”
The cold light flashed again!
This time, the long sword in his hand chopped down fiercely with boundless anger and hatred!
“Crack!”
The desk next to him, which was piled with old files and was already shaky, had a corner of it cut off by his sword!
Wood chips flying everywhere!
Zhou Yan'an's heart was overwhelmed by sudden excitement.
It's not that he hasn't thought about the truth of this matter.
However, he saw affirmation in Shen He's eyes.
Even though he knew that Shen He must have come here for some purpose, even though he didn't know what Shen He's purpose was.
But years of hatred made him unable to care about many things.
His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, word by word, hoarse, distorted, and full of the smell of blood.
"I want him to..."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen He, his eyes filled with a crazy murderous intent that almost solidified into reality!
"Life is worse than death!"
Chen He looked at the severed corner of the table, and the black resentment around Zhou Yan'an that was almost materializing. Finally, a very faint, yet cold smile curved the corners of his mouth.
very good.
Another crucial piece fell on her chessboard.
***
Chen He came out of the Ministry of Justice. The evening breeze brought with it the coolness of early autumn, causing her frail body to tremble slightly.
Most of the shops on both sides of the long street have closed, leaving only a few dim lanterns swaying in the wind, stretching her shadow longer and shorter.
There were few pedestrians, and the sound of horse hooves was particularly clear on the quiet bluestone road.
Shen He quickened his pace, just wanting to get back to the Shen Mansion as soon as possible.
Suddenly, several dark shadows, like ghosts, emerged silently from the shadows at the corner of the street.
There were four burly men in total, all with unfriendly expressions and eyes like hungry wolves staring at their prey.
Their movements were not fast, but they carried an invisible sense of oppression. They moved slowly and fan-shaped, surrounding Shen He in the center.
not good!
Chen He's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously stopped.
She glanced around calmly and clenched the packet of self-defense powder hidden in her sleeve.
These people are definitely not good people!
It's directed at me!
She forced herself to remain calm, and slightly turned sideways, trying to get around through the gap left by one of the men.
"stop!"
The scarred man in the lead shouted in a deep voice.
He took a step forward, completely blocking Shen He's way, and looked her up and down with his triangular eyes, carrying undisguised malice.
"Are you the eldest daughter of the Shen family, Shen He?"
The voice was rough, with the slickness and arrogance typical of a street hooligan.
really!
Chen He's heart was filled with alarm, and his fingertips felt slightly cold, but he remained indifferent on the surface.
She raised her chin and looked at the scarred face with cold eyes:
"no."
The voice was clear and without a trace of warmth.
"You've got the wrong person."
Upon hearing this, the scarred man exchanged a glance with his companion and then burst into rude laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Wrong person?"
Scarface took a step forward, and a smell of cheap alcohol mixed with the stench of sweat hit Shen He's face, making his stomach churn.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and smiled in an extremely obscene way:
"Miss Shen, your face, figure, and overall aura are unmatched in the entire capital!"
"My eyes are shining!"
His tone changed, with a hint of joking and determination:
"We brothers are looking for you!"
Chen He subconsciously took a half step back to avoid the disgusting smell, and he already understood what was going on.
Is it Xiao Jingren? Or the Crown Prince? Or are they working together?
She took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and surging anger in her heart, and asked in a cold voice:
"What are you going to do?"
The scarred man's smile became even more unscrupulous, with a cruel pleasure:
"do what?"
He chuckled, rubbed his hands, and looked greedily at Shen He:
"I'm sorry, Miss Shen."
His tone was full of regret, but his eyes were full of malice:
"Someone paid a huge price to buy your innocence!"
Innocence!!
These two words were like poisoned ice cones, piercing Shen He's heart!
Scarface looked at Shen He's instantly pale face and continued proudly:
"Tsk tsk, a fairy like Miss Shen can fall into our hands..."
"Such a good 'good thing', such a 'good job'..."
He licked his cracked lips, his tone filled with naked threats and obscenities:
"We brothers will naturally continue!"
The night wind was even colder, causing the shadow of the lantern to sway violently, like a ghost with bared fangs and claws.
The four men pressed forward step by step, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.
Chen He's vest was instantly soaked with cold sweat, but her eyes became extremely cold at this moment, like a sharp blade tempered with ice!
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