Chapter 41 I Want a Wolf
Zhou Yan'an's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He raised his bloodshot eyes and stared at Chen He.
There was no longer the madness and rage from three days ago in his eyes, but instead there was a deep and complex emotion.
There was fatigue, pain, relief, and... a hint of annoyance at being completely seen through.
He said nothing, but walked to the other side of the table.
Then, he suddenly raised his right arm.
He tore off the wristband that was almost completely soaked in dark red blood and had become stiff!
“Bang!”
He slammed the blood-stained wristband onto the greasy tabletop with great force, carrying a nameless evil fire!
There were even a few broken hairs with follicles on the wristband that didn't belong to him.
Zhou Yan'an breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He looked at Chen He with cold eyes and a voice as hoarse as a broken gong, filled with extreme fatigue and suppressed anger.
"Miss Shen's tongue is more capable of tearing people's hearts than the iron of the Ministry of Justice."
The air seemed to solidify into a heavy mass, and all the sounds around were swallowed up by this invisible pressure.
The owner of the wonton stall had already curled up behind the shelter of the simple fire, his face as pale as paper, and even his breathing became cautious.
Chen He's gaze was as calm as water, gently sweeping across the wristband stained with blood.
She slowly picked up the bowl and took a sip of the warm soup, her movements graceful and calm.
Putting down the bowl, her voice remained calm: "Master Zhou, thank you for your hard work."
"Why don't you sit down and enjoy this bowl of wontons together to warm yourself up."
There was an indescribable indifference and detachment in her tone, as if all the turmoil was just a passing cloud.
"Boss, please give me another bowl."
The wonton stall owner woke up as if from a dream and quickly responded and prepared.
Such a scene is both tense and strange.
Zhou Yan'an stood there and did not sit down as he was told.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Shen He, as if he wanted to see through her.
His chest was still rising and falling slightly, carrying the aftereffects of a fierce fight.
The bowl of wontons with chopped green onions was steaming hot and full of fragrance.
But it couldn't dispel the thick smell of blood and evil around him.
It couldn't warm his icy heart at this moment.
silence.
Deathly silence.
Only the distant sound of the night watchman at the corner of the street, striking the clapper to signal the third watch, could be heard, further accentuating the dead silence of the place.
Finally, Zhou Yan'an's hoarse voice broke the suffocating silence.
"Miss Shen took great pains to bring me here, and then used me to get rid of that annoying Zhao Qi."
He paused, the coldness in his eyes almost tangible.
"Now, it's time to talk about your 'price'."
He was no fool. Shen He hadn't set up this situation out of kindness; he must have had some ulterior motive! He needed to know for whom his knife would be stained with blood!
Chen He's face still had that calm and composed look.
It seemed as if Zhou Yan'an's questioning was something she had already expected.
She did not answer immediately, but slowly pulled out a thin document from her wide sleeves.
On the cover of the document were written three large red characters:
Jade bracelet case.
She gently pushed the document across the table.
His movements were neither hurried nor slow, with a calmness that seemed to be in control of everything.
"Mr. Zhou is very observant and solves cases like a god. Everyone in the capital knows him."
She raised her eyes, her gaze was clear, yet with a barely perceptible sharpness.
"I'm a humble girl, but I've recently come across a difficult old case that involves many people, and I'm having trouble finding any leads."
"I need a helper. A…honest helper."
She had just finished speaking.
"bass--"
A soft sound.
The sword at Zhou Yan'an's waist was not completely unsheathed, but he pressed the ancient and heavy scabbard onto the document pushed by Chen He with lightning speed!
The front end of the scabbard just happened to be pressing against the three bright red words "Jade Bracelet Case"!
The dark dragon scales carefully carved on the scabbard were cold and hard, pressing against the vermilion annotation as if carrying some kind of silent warning.
The air froze again.
Chen He's gaze fell on the scabbard holding down the document, and his eyes flashed slightly.
At this moment, she suddenly moved!
It’s so fast that it catches people off guard!
She suddenly grabbed the half-empty wine jug on the table - it was the remaining liquor she had sipped while waiting.
Flip the wrist!
“Crash—”
Without hesitation, she poured all of the amber wine onto Zhou Yan'an's right wrist, which was holding the scabbard!
There, there were the fine, bloody wounds caused by the friction of the rough cloth when the wristband was pulled off just now!
“Sizzle…”
The strong liquor poured onto the wound, making a slight sound.
Zhou Yan'an's body suddenly stiffened!
The veins on the back of my hand are bulging!
A severe stinging sensation came instantly!
He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes bursting with terrifying ferocity as he stared at Chen He!
It was as if he was going to tear her to pieces in the next moment!
However, Shen He showed no fear.
She even leaned forward slightly, closer to the source of the mixture of blood and strong alcohol, and her nose moved slightly.
There was even a hint of compassion on his face.
"Strong liquor washes away resentment. Lord Zhou should thank me."
The smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol instantly rose up.
The air around him seemed to become hot and dangerous.
Just when Zhou Yan'an's anger was about to explode——
Shen He's other hand slipped out of his sleeve as fast as lightning.
What she was holding at her fingertips was not a hidden weapon, nor a medicine bottle.
But it was a small and exquisite...half a silver bell.
The silver bell had an ancient style and a smooth and flat fracture, and it was obviously split into two halves artificially and precisely.
The style, size, and delicate carvings on this half of the silver bell...
It actually fits perfectly with the other half of the silver bell, a relic of his deceased sister that Zhou Yan'an had always kept close to him!
Zhou Yan'an's pupils suddenly shrank!
The hand pressing on the scabbard exerted force so hard that the knuckles turned white!
He stared at the half silver bell, the shock, pain and disbelief in his eyes instantly drowned all his anger!
The next second, he took a sudden step forward!
The tall figure instantly approached Chen He!
With the lingering smell of blood and alcohol, it was almost close to her ear!
The hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck.
The voice was squeezed out from between teeth, carrying with it an endless amount of coldness and... a barely perceptible tremor.
"You don't want help..."
His gaze, like the sharpest knife, scraped across Shen He's calm profile.
"He's a mad dog that can't stand the light!"
Shen He didn't even blink.
I could hear his dangerous breathing in my ears and see his face on the verge of rage.
She simply stretched out her slender fingers and picked up the half silver bell.
The movements were gentle, yet carried an undeniable power.
He tied the half silver bell, which symbolized his deepest pain, firmly to the tassel of his sword.
It formed a strange and glaring contrast with the cold dragon scale pattern on the scabbard.
After doing all this, she slowly raised her head and met his eyes that were almost spitting fire.
A very faint yet cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Wrong."
Her voice was clear and firm, like a stone falling to the ground.
"What I want is a wolf that can tear through the darkness."
Chen He denied his self-deprecation and proposed a more dangerous and ambitious positioning! Wolves are cunning, ferocious, goal-oriented, and understand teamwork!
What she wants is a sharp blade that can accurately pierce the enemy's heart and lead her to break through the endless darkness before her!
The storm in Zhou Yan'an's eyes has not yet subsided.
The half of the cold silver bell, tied to his sword tassel, seemed to be branded on his heart, carrying a scorching temperature.
He looked at the woman in front of him who was obviously frail but seemed to possess boundless power.
For a moment, I was speechless.
In the air, the smell of blood, alcohol, the aroma of wontons, and the silent contest between the two people intertwined into a strange and sticky atmosphere.
In this tense and deadly silence—
A clear male voice, a little hurried and with a sense of fatigue, suddenly sounded!
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