Tick tock—tick tock—
In the darkness, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of falling water drops.
Nangong Yanran opened her eyes, and as soon as her head moved, a huge pulling force came from the back of her neck.
Where is she
Didn’t you get the token in Little Rock? In a daze, it seemed as if I had read a letter left by Tieniu, and then I had no idea at all...
Tick tock—tick tock—
The sound of water dripping was still there, and Nangong Yanran felt anxious and wanted to move. Only then did she realize that her limbs were fixed on a wooden stake, and her wrists were tightly tied with iron chains, which were bone-chilling cold.
She couldn't help but tremble, and the chain began to sway.
There was an unpleasant smell in the air, like something moldy and rotten.
"Hey!!! Where is this? Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"
The first thought that came to Nangong Yanran's mind was Qin Chen.
But then I thought again, what was Qin Chen’s motive
You can't just be greedy for Ah Da's continuation, right? How is it possible? No matter how rich Ah Da is, Qin Chen will never take him seriously.
But... who else could it be
Since she completely severed ties with the Nangong family, not many people know that she is still alive.
"Crunch - crunch -"
A ray of light appeared in the darkness in the distance. In the light, an old body was crumbling. She was holding a kerosene lamp used in the last century and stepped on the dead branches. Her figure followed the swaying flames. Hide and appear.
Even though Nangong Yanran was extremely courageous, she couldn't help but be frightened at this moment.
She tried hard to identify the figure, and could vaguely make out that it was an old woman, who seemed somewhat familiar.
"Grandma?" Nangong Yanran was delighted.
"Yes, miss...it's me"
While talking, the old woman had already walked closer and raised the lamp in her hand with difficulty.
Under the boring long hair, a face full of wrinkles is revealed, and the round eyes in the deep sockets occupy most of the whites of the eyes. Her wrinkled mouth opened and closed, black and empty. Not to mention the teeth, not even the tongue is visible.
"Ghost!!!" Nangong Yanran screamed! She remembered that during the day, this grandma was still talking to her and preparing to cook for her. How come she was just a little older and her tongue and teeth were gone.
"ghost?"
"hehe... "
The next second, the old woman's hand was already on her cheek, and the numbness spread.
Nangong Yanran twitched violently and wanted to struggle, but the old woman suddenly exerted strength and pressed her thin fingertips under Nangong Yanran's cheekbones. She screamed in pain!
"Ah! Grandma, what are you doing!!! Please help me untie it, I am Yanran!"
"Does it hurt?" The old woman's voice was like breaking a sealed box, extremely slow, but the words were clear, drilling into Nangong Yanran's mind along her scalp.
"It hurts... Grandma, what's wrong with you? Why am I here? Didn't you tell me to cook for me? What are you going to do if you keep me here?" Nangong Yanran answered hurriedly, tears of pain almost falling.
"Does it really hurt?" the old woman said slowly.
"But compared to Miss, I am nothing. Has Miss forgotten how you sent someone to pull out my tongue and sew it back on?"
A scene suddenly flashed through Nangong Yanran's mind, and she remembered the scene where she attacked the old woman. It was her first time killing someone, for Qin Chen.
She had been doing a lot of mental construction at that time, and she didn't even sleep well for more than a month. She hid in her room and read Buddhist scriptures all day long.
"But... but you're not dead? Grandma, for Ah Da's sake, please let me out." Nangong Yanran suddenly lowered her attitude and prayed in a low voice.
Although there is a possibility of death when being imprisoned by Qin Chen, the man's methods are all aboveboard. But the person in front of her is different. She is a veteran of the Nangong family. She has naturally experienced some of the dirty things in the big family.
Not to mention other things, those perverted tricks... Nangong Yanran's scalp felt numb...
"That's not okay..." The old woman smiled, and her wrinkled face twisted into layers with her smile, like tree bark piled together.
"Why!" Nangong Yanran had an ominous premonition in her heart, and she suddenly regretted taking this trip to the desert.
"Because... you harmed my son... of course I will avenge him."
"Your son? Ah Da? Grandma, you are joking. Ah Da... is fine." Nangong Yanran forced a smile, and quickly explained: "You have forgotten, Ah Da was still a child a few days ago. You said he went on a mission and would come back when the mission was over."
"Yeah?"
The old woman squinted her eyes, but the hand touching her cheek did not relax at all.
"Miss, do you know how my eldest son died that year?"
Nangong Yanran was startled, a little confused as to why it was related to her grandmother's child who died young at a young age. She looked at her doubtfully: "Didn't your son accidentally fall into the water and die?"
"Yes." The smile on grandma's face deepened.
"But if it wasn't to save you, how could he fall into the river? And... if it weren't because you were afraid of being punished for playing, how could he not be rescued? That's okay, now you still kill him Ah Da, crush him to ashes... Nangong Yanran, you are so cruel."
"I really want to dig out your heart and see if it's black."
Grandma said, running her fingers down her cheek.
Obviously she was just an old man who looked like he was dying, but at this moment, Nangong Yanran felt that the old woman was so terrifying.
Especially in the dim light, she couldn't see clearly where she was.
Through the flickering coal lamp, she could vaguely see the scene around her.
Messy withered grass lay on the stone floor, making rustling sounds from time to time, as if something was crawling. There were black and white photos with yellowed paper hanging on the irregular stone wall. She took a closer look and realized that it was a young man.
There was something familiar between her eyebrows, and her head was buzzing.
"The child who saved me back then, was your son?" she blurted out, her fear amplified infinitely...
There was a time when she was innocent and romantic.
Unfortunately, everything ended with the death of her mother when she was six years old.
She witnessed her father and stepmother behaving badly in the woods, and accidentally fell into the lake for fear of being discovered.
It was a young boy who saved her.
However, the boy's kindness was not rewarded. Instead, he was killed by Nangong Yanran's father for trespassing into a forbidden area.
After all, at that time, Nangong Yanran's mother had just passed away a few days ago...
If word gets out, he no longer needs to be the head of the family.
As for drowning, that was just a reason to silence everyone.
Moreover... when the head of the Nangong family took action, he still held a young boy alive in the water and drowned him in front of Yan Ran...
Nangong Yanran will never forget the look in that boy's eyes before he died.
Despair, helplessness...and a hint of incomprehension.
He obviously saved her, why...
This is also the reason why Nangong Yanran did not hesitate to save Ah Da when she found him dying in the river later. It was because of the psychology of compensation...
"Yes, he saved you, but you asked your father to kill him!" Grandma's voice became sharp in vain!
"Nangong Yanran, you are so cruel!!!"
"No... no... how did you know? Didn't you mean that no one knew about it at the time?" Nangong Yanran said tremblingly.
"So? Are you admitting it?" The old woman's eyes widened again.
"I thought Mr. Qin was lying to me, but now it seems..."
"Nangong Yanran, don't worry... I won't kill you so soon. I'll let you taste the pain of my son! And I'll get the share you owe Ada! I will also get it back!! !”
Grandma laughed hysterically, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. The truth that had been buried for more than 20 years finally came to the surface. She looked at the girl she had taken care of for more than 20 years with extremely complicated emotions.
Two lines of blood and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. She picked up an extremely blunt dagger, shook her hands, and stabbed Nangong Yanran in the chest...
"no, do not want!!!"
"I don't want to die... Grandma... please... let me go..."
... ...
Los Angeles SR headquarters office.
Qin Chen read the report from Continent F in silence.
Nangong Yanran died, and her body was hung on Little Rock City. Her body was livid and swollen.
I don’t know what happened to her during her lifetime, but her entire face has been changed beyond recognition.
The only intact chest had the words "I'm guilty" sewn on it with needlework.
Qin Chen sighed and closed the screen silently.
"Boss, that grandma committed suicide. When we went to collect the body, this thing was placed next to the body. I left a message saying it was to repay you." Ben knocked on the door and came in carrying a box.
When Qin Chen saw the box, he thought of Long Yan's flat face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Ben didn't notice his little move and opened the box when Qin Chen didn't object.
In addition to the token symbolizing Ah Da's identity, there is also a very ancient map inside. The material is sheepskin, and once spread out, there is a strange smell in the whole room.
But the strange thing is that the map above is so messy that you can't tell where it is.
Not to mention, the writing looks more like ghostly symbols than oracle bone inscriptions.
Qin Chen didn't think too much and just put the things away.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside, and it was Leng Qing who had been forgotten all this time.
"President, the second son of the Fu family is downstairs. He said he has something important to ask you."
"Second Young Master of the Fu family? Fu Changqing?" Qin Chen frowned.
"Yes, I have been waiting for you for half an hour." Leng Qing replied in a formulaic manner, with unconcealable love in her shining eyes.
In the days when Qin Chen was away, she had actually planned to give up.
But when she saw Qin Chen coming back alone, the small flame in her heart couldn't help but burst into flames.
"Invite him to the third conference room." Qin Chen stood up and said, arranging for Ben to properly deal with the grandmother's life experience.
Looking out the window, he couldn't help but miss him.
Rao Rao, Nangong Yanran is also dead, when will you come back.
What about the promised surprise