I studied beheading in a mental institution

inside the room.

From the corner of her eyes, Jia Lan glanced at An Qingyu and Chen Gou who were still chatting outside, and gently closed the door, a white figure floated out of the ground and hovered beside her.

"Sister Jialan." Jiang Er's voice came from the earphone in Jialan's ear, "I just walked around here. Except for a few broken radios, there is no electronic equipment in this village. Not even a cell phone."

Considering that Jiang'er's ghost state is too frightening, and it doesn't look like a normal person to carry the coffin and knock on the villagers' doors in the middle of the night, An Qingyu hid Jiang'er's coffin in a cave outside the village in advance, and asked Lin Qiye borrowed a nurse to protect the coffin to prevent Jiang Er from having an accident.

With the coverage of Jiang'er's current [Spiritual Field], even if the coffin is in the cave, she can move freely in the fishing village in the form of a magnetic field.

"This place seems to be a little behind." Jia Lan's gaze swept across the dilapidated house, and finally stopped on a wall that had been peeled off.

On the gray-brown wall, there are several old-fashioned photo frames. Inside the photo frames are old photos that are somewhat yellowed. The background is beside the coastline of this fishing village. The middle-aged man led a seven or eight-year-old boy, holding a few big fish in his hands, and was smiling happily.

The middle-aged man in the photo is exactly what the fisherman named Chen Gou outside looked like when he was young.

"He doesn't look very old in the photo?" Jiang Er pondered, "His son should be in his 20s now?"

"almost."

Jia Lan looked away from the photo and began to look at other details of the house.

Jiang Er struggled while helping, and finally said curiously: "Sister Jialan..."

"Ok?"

"I heard that you and Qiye shook the bed down last night?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing these words, Jialan almost choked and coughed violently.

"No...it's not what you think." Jialan blushed and said incoherently, "We did collapse the bed, but...but we didn't do anything!"

Jiang Er glanced at Jia Lan's legs subtly, "Well, I can see it."

Jialan's face turned even redder.

Looking at Jia Lan's appearance, Jiang Er raised her mouth slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she still spoke tentatively, "But Sister Jia Lan...wouldn't this be too good?"

"Ok?"

"What I mean is... Shenxu is Shenxu after all, even if [false love] can make others have crazy love, but this kind of love is fake after all." Jiang Er said seriously, "Even if you use love Qiye was pierced by the arrow of God, and his love will fade one day, this kind of forced love...is not advisable."

Looking at Jiang Er's extremely serious expression, Jia Lan blinked, and a smile appeared in those pure black gemstone eyes.

She walked gently to Jiang Er's side, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously:

"actually……"

After Jia Lan whispered for a while, Jiang Er opened his mouth uncontrollably, and looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

"So you actually..."

"Shh!" Jia Lan made a silent gesture to her, and said with a smile, "Don't tell me about this, you know? His elm head is finally opening up, and it won't work if you talk about it! "

Jiang Er nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Sister Jialan!"

Jia Lan nodded in satisfaction, and was about to open the door and walk out, when he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the old photo on the far edge of the wall, and saw two names crookedly written on the two corners of the photo of father and son, including pinyin, which should be children who have just started learning to write written.

On the side of the middle-aged man on the left, "Chengou (third tone)" is written.

On the side of the laughing child on the right, there are also two words written in crooked fonts:

——Chen Lu.

……

Night Watch headquarters.

trial room.

In a small dark and damp room, an old man with silver hair was imprisoned in the center, his eyes were closed tightly, his expression was solemn and peaceful. Cold light.

"Chen Lu, I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil!" the man said sharply, "I respect you for being the hero of the night watchman back then, I saved you enough face, don't force me!"

Old Chen opened his eyes slightly, stared at the man in front of him for a moment, and smiled lightly.

"Your name is Tan Maoxun, right? I remember you. When I was the chief instructor in the training camp, your grades were very good. It was my advice that you embarked on this path..."

Tan Maoxun's eyes trembled, and his ferocious expression froze on his face. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say some more cruel words, but he couldn't find that feeling.

"Son... don't be nervous, don't feel offended, just let me see how far you have grown over the years." Old Chen said gently, "Come on, use your most confident means to see if you can pry Open my mouth and get what you want."

Tan Maoxun clenched his teeth, and after struggling in place for a moment, the gloom around him erupted again.

"Okay, then I'll let you see..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chen Lao's chest, the dim light rushed into Chen Lao's body like a thorn, and a touch of madness appeared in his eyes.

Old Chen's body was completely submerged by the gloomy light. His body shook. The thorns of the gloomy light were stinging every inch of his skin with alarming frequency. The severe pain made his brows slightly frowned, his expression somewhat Painful...but nothing more.

"Speak! Where is the [Masked] team! What exactly do you want to do?!" Tan Maoxun growled.

Tormented by the severe pain, Old Chen's old cheeks trembled slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said unhurriedly:

"That's right, compared to the past, you have improved a lot... You are worthy of being a student I taught."

Tan Maoxun's pupils shrank suddenly.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes were ruthless, and the dim light around him was still continuously pouring into Chen Lao's body.

And Chen Lao still smiled in the dim light, his eyes were full of approval, but he didn't intend to say anything more.

"enough!"

Zuo Qing's voice came from outside the interrogation room, the dim light around Tan Maoxun paused, and he receded into his body like a tide. He stepped back two steps to the side, and respectfully bowed slightly to Zuo Qing.

"Commander Zuo..."

Zuo Qing walked in from the door, frowned at the smiling silver-haired old man, clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"Why don't you continue?" Old Chen Youyou said, "If you can't pass the trial, why don't you change someone else?"