After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The detention room with three cold walls and an iron gate is cold and lonely in the severe winter. The surveillance camera on the roof outside monitors the prisoners' every move all day long.

The wheelchair creaked as it rolled over the ground, leaving two faint indentations.

Situ Rui pushed Mu Yanchen to outside the detention room. Through the iron window, he could see Lu Weisser huddled in the corner of the bed, with his legs bent, his head buried between his legs, his hands hugging his legs, motionless, like a stone beast in front of a door.

Situ Rui walked over and knocked on the iron railing with the decoration in his hand, making a crisp sound.

As if being awakened, Lu Wei's body trembled, and after a long time he raised his head buried between his legs. His cloudy eyes seemed to have lost focus, and it was unknown where his gaze was.

Situ Rui knocked again. Lu Wei seemed to be frightened. He suddenly jumped up from the bed, then moved left and right on the ground, and finally fixed his eyes on Situ Rui.

Seeing that he had finally settled down, Mu Yanchen spoke in a cold voice, "Lü Wei."

The shout shocked Lu Wei again. He slowly shifted his gaze to the man sitting in the wheelchair but showing no sign of concealing his dignity. His expression was dull, and his mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.

"Lv Wei." Mu Yanchen's voice sounded again, like a low roar from hell.

"I can leave your son alone, but you have to tell me the truth. Who did you meet that day?"

When Lu Wei heard the word "son", he seemed to be stimulated. He suddenly shouted, "No... please, don't do this, I will listen to you in everything! You can't, you promised me!"

The shrill shouts echoed throughout the corridor of the detention room for a long time, but Lu Wei was in a single room, which was not connected to the other detention rooms. Even though he shouted loudly, no one in the other detention rooms could hear him.

Mu Yanchen looked at Lu Wei's extremely crazy reaction indifferently, without even a wave of emotion in his eyes. His eyelids drooped slightly to cover the coldness in his eyes. When he calmed down again, he asked again: "Who am I?"

"Ah!" Lu Wei suddenly bumped into the iron gate, and his bloodshot pupils stared at Mu Yanchen like crazy, "You promised me! You said you would let my son go if I finished it, but you didn't keep your word!"

"Then you can report me?"

"Don't push me..." He slowly slid down from the iron gate to the ground, hunched over like a man in his seventies. "I've already done what you said. That woman must be dead. I've also been caught. What else do you want?"

“How many people did you meet that day?”

"It's you..." Lu Wei turned around, his face covered with tears, "You were watching me that day, you know it better than anyone else! Why are you asking me?"

It seemed that the impact was too great and Lu Wei hit his head against the iron gate. With a bang, a blood clot instantly appeared on his forehead. Bright red blood gushed out from there, making him look even more miserable.

Mu Yanchen suppressed the grimness in his eyes and said, "Let's go. We can't get the answer from him like this."

He maneuvered his wheelchair toward the door, but for no reason, Situ Rui could sense his weakness. When he reached the door, Mu Yanchen stopped. He tilted his head and told Situ Rui, "Find a doctor for him. Interrogate him after he calms down."

"Yes."

After leaving the police station, Mu Yanchen had no intention of returning to the manor. He gathered his sleeves and said, "Go somewhere with me."

Situ Rui pushed Mu Yanchen to Baiyan Mountain in H City.

Baiyan Mountain is a hill in the center of H City. It is not high, but it overlooks the most prosperous area of ​​H City.

"Did you know that Sheng Baiyi used to like coming here?"

Suddenly, Mu Yanchen's cold voice sounded in front.

Situ Rui raised his eyebrows, thinking that his boss might have been stimulated tonight, but he still answered perfunctorily: "I don't know, when I came to you, she was gone."

Gone was just a concept. At that time, Sheng Baiyi no longer remembered Mu Yanchen.

"Lv Wei is used to take the blame." Situ Rui reminded him, as if he wanted to pull Mu Yanchen out of his own world.

Mu Yanchen looked at the lights below the mountain that were as bright as stars, and said in a light tone, "I know, and I may not be able to pry open his mouth." He turned his head to look at Situ Rui, and the meaning in his eyes was very obvious.

Situ Rui immediately understood, "I know a very good photographer who can probably take a good picture of Lu Wei's son."

"We have to hurry up, I don't think he will live long." As he said that, Mu Yanchen plucked a leaf closest to him, tore it into two petals with elegant movements, and threw it on the ground.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Shen Zhao returned to the manor. Walking along the small path and looking into the distance he could only see dotted ground lights on the road, illuminating the road ahead.

There were no lights on in the villa, as if it was shrouded in darkness, adding an air of mystery than usual.

Shen Zhao looked up at the familiar room. It was dark and deserted. She checked the time. What was Mu Yanchen doing recently? Why was he often not in the manor?

In the past, Mu Yanchen would always wait for her in the manor. As soon as she came back, she would see him slowly coming out of the villa, with sparkling light in his eyes, full of joy for her return. She gradually got used to this kind of life, but the sudden changes these days made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, she was really too dependent on him.

There was a long-burning lamp in front of the villa. When Shen Zhao climbed the stairs, she saw a male servant walking out of the villa. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment and said respectfully, "Miss."

Shen Zhao said "hmm" softly, and just as the male servant was about to leave, she called him, "Where did Mr. Mu go today? Why haven't you come back at this time?"

The male servant forced an awkward smile, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen, Mr. Mu's whereabouts are not something we can know."

"That's right," Shen Zhao waved his hand, "Go ahead."

The villa was unusually deserted without Mu Yanchen. She didn't even want to turn on the lights or go upstairs. She sat alone in the cold living room, on the long sofa, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.

You can see the snow-covered lawn of the manor, the snowflakes floating in the light, and the road Mu Yanchen is returning on.

I don’t know how Mu Yanchen spent such a lonely and cold night. Dragging that broken body, thinking of this, Shen Zhao couldn’t help but hug himself, and found that he felt more and more distressed for that man.

At about ten o'clock, a ray of light was seen at the end of the path. The man came back slowly in the snow on a winter night. Shen Zhao didn't know what kind of mood he was in at that time. He probably experienced the bitterness of waiting for someone. He felt happy and joyful, but also a little sour and painful.