"Shoes, the shoes are mine, I bought them myself." Qi An's voice trembled violently, but he still insisted that the shoes belonged to him, and it was his own idea to steal things, no one asked him to come over.
He has recovered a little.
Abandoned children, shoe prints, Cleopatra's mask... These few entries are too targeted.
The person who stole Cleopatra's mask was wearing the same shoes as him, and his adoptive mother specially made him wear these shoes to...
He became an outcast...
Qi An was scared and uneasy.
No one can accept being posed by the person closest to him.
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Yan Qing stretched out her hand suddenly, pinching his chin in an irresistible gesture.
Qi An was shocked by the freezing temperature of his fingertips, regained consciousness instantly, and looked at Yan Qing involuntarily.
"I said it." Yan Qing's eyelids drooped slightly, but there was still unstoppable anger escaping from the end of his eyes. His handsome face is depicted as evil, like an evil god that only exists in ghost stories.
He spoke in a low voice, "I'm not very patient."
Qi An only felt that the pain in his left and right palms was getting worse.
He trembled even more, and there was a tear in his voice unconsciously, "No, it's not me. I didn't steal, I didn't steal Cleopatra's mask."
Yan Qing stretched her hand behind her as if she had never heard of it.
Wang Zhi held two pieces of shoe prints in his left hand, and a pair of iron tongs with golden tails in his right hand.
Without hesitation, Yan Qinghao picked up the iron pliers and held them in her hands, pushing his lips open with brute force, forcing him to open his mouth wide.
Qi An was forced to open his mouth, his upper and lower teeth were broken and chattering, and they made a teeth-stinging sound when they touched the iron tongs.
Yan Qing glanced at his mouth, "30 pieces, it will take some time." As she spoke, the iron pliers in her hand were directly fixed to his front teeth, and she said without any emotion, "I'm impatient, this is the last time—who asked you to come?"
Him, he wants to pick his own teeth!
Get the pliers!
The tears in the corners of Qi An's eyes began to flow down uncontrollably.
He had considered many consequences, and among all the treatment he imagined being caught, the worst was just being beaten up. He never thought that he would be subjected to such torture.
"three."
Yan Qing's deep voice was like a reminder, and his eyes widened in horror.
"two."
Qi An's tears grew more and more, and his body wanted to escape uncontrollably. But the hand that Yan Qing pinched on his chin seemingly casually was as immovable as a steel frame.
This man is not human!
He is a ghost in human skin. No one would do things that hurt others so naturally as breathing. What is even more terrifying is the feeling he gives himself.
Qi An has an intuition like a small animal, if he hasn't told the truth after pulling his teeth.
The man in front of him would really kill him, after all his torture...
He began to regret, panic, and endless shadows howled and swallowed him...
Just when Yan Qing opened her thin lips slightly and was about to call out the last number, he finally broke down and screamed, "Ruan Baichun! It was Ruan Baichun who asked me to come!"
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The cold iron tongs were pulled away from his mouth.
Yan Qing straightened her body, her deep magnetic voice was the domineering dictatorship of her companion, "Now, how about I take you to seek revenge on her?"
Qi An's eyes widened, and the eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.
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Yan Qing acted resolutely, and directly ordered his subordinates to move the chairs into the van that was found temporarily.
Zhan Wuyou hid in the dark, watching the car drive out of the community in the dark.
The scene of Ruan Baichun's overturned car is really alluring.
After thinking for a while, he walked out of the community nimbly, took a taxi on the road and followed closely.
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Zhan Wuyou knew that if he was catching up now, with Yan Qing's processing speed, the process might have already passed halfway, but he really didn't want to miss it.
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found Jiang Anan's contact number.
y: Zhan Jinru will come over today, so keep him.
Jiang An'an: Really? What time will he arrive
y: before twelve o'clock.
After Zhan Wuyou replied, he immediately closed WeChat and looked at the night scene on the side of the road.
Yan Qing's methods are ruthless, and his power network is tightly distributed. It is hard to imagine that he will fall into the hands of Ruan Baichun in his previous life.
What method did she use and who did she mobilize
Zhan Wuyou put the Qi family that Qi An belonged to into the suspect list, as well as the aristocratic families that her two adopted sons belonged to, and pulled them into the list of suspects.
The traffic police determined that the accident was caused by the truck driver's fatigue driving.
A large truck crossed the road and hit Yan Qing, who was going straight, followed by the truck driver's sudden brakes, causing the vehicle to lose its balance and roll over, and Yan Qing, who was driving a supercar, was crushed under the truck weighing more than ten tons...
Zhan Wuyou covered his face with his hands.
He has been reluctant to think about this incident, and he can hardly see the original appearance...
He took a deep breath.
Lift your face from your palm.
The driver happened to drive to the road behind Zhan's villa.
Zhan Wuyou suddenly said, "Please stop here."
He paid the money and said to the driver, "You wait for me here for 30 minutes, I will pay you 500, and I will take half of your car as a car, how about it?"
The driver can't earn 500 in half an hour, so he responded immediately, "Sure, then I'll wait for you here, young man, for 30 minutes."
"Okay, I'll transfer your 200 deposit first,"
The driver rolled his eyes.
I heard Zhan Wuyou continue, "I also kept your license plate and service number. See you later."
The driver frowned, put away his little thoughts, "Sure, but I'll wait for thirty minutes, I can leave after the time."
"good."
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Zhan Wuyou turned to the other side of the complex, took a few steps back, and quickly jumped into the community with a run-up to support the wall.
The place he asked the driver to park was closest to Zhan's house. From here, he went straight through half of the neighborhood, at least it could be seen from the prelude of Yan Qing showing off his prestige.
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He walked around the path all the way, and when he arrived at a favorable position to watch the theater. Yan Qing and the others happened to stop at the door of Zhan's house.
In the middle of the night, the Sanche people approached aggressively, no matter how they looked at it, they were all bad people.
The Zhan family naturally has security, but these people are completely incomparable to what Yan Qing brought. In less than five minutes, they were all beaten into corners.
The Zhan family's villa became lively.
What's different is that the whole house of Yan's family seems to be deserted all of a sudden.
At the corner of the dark stairs, a thin figure gradually came out.
Su Xiaoyan came to the second floor slowly with bare feet.
She gently knocked on Yan Qing's door, "Brother Yan?"
There was no response in the room.
She knocked again, her voice was full of temptation, "Brother Yan? Brother Zhan?" After a pause, she suppressed the disgust in her heart again, and whispered, "Worriless Zhan?"
The room was still quiet, as if no one was there.
She thought about it a few times, and gradually put her hand on the doorknob.
The doorknob turned, and with a 'click', the door slowly opened.
Su Xiaoyan looked at the empty room and showed a distorted smile.