"I'm going to see people first, and if you lie to me, I'll blow up this place right away!"

The man looked excited.

"I can get him here right away." Xing Yi said to the other end of the phone, "But you have to get me out of here safely." ”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a long time.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

Xing Yi hung up the phone, and there was a movement of the car downstairs. He peeked down from the window, the car stopped in front of the house, followed by Shu Ran, and then the white-haired old man Mao Senquan with handcuffs.

It seems that Yan Yusheng has understood his words.

The phone rang again.

"Mao Yige, do you believe it now, I didn't lie to you."

"See," the man snorted, then said, "I will keep my promise, but I have one more premise that you can leave, leave him behind, and put him in the ninth room on the second floor." ”

"Don't worry, I'll keep him." Xing Yi turned on the headset, "Yan Yusheng." ”

"Hey, Xing Yi," Yan Yusheng's anxious voice immediately came from the other end of the headset, "Mao Senquan has already brought it." How are you now? ”

"Listen now, put the old man in the ninth room on the second floor."

"The ninth room on the second floor, why did you put him there?"

"Just listen to me."

Xing Yi cut off the headset again.

"Can I go now?" He asked patiently on the other end of the line.

"No, you can't leave until I see him! Otherwise you're going to die. ”

The phone was cut off with a beep, and Xing Yi's face sank.

His patience had reached its limit, but he had to get out of here as quickly as possible, and the quickest way was not to find the murderer's shelter in so many rooms, nor to confront the murderer head-on, but to satisfy the murderer's needs at the moment.

Revenge is Mao Yige's demand. For Mao Yige, his father Mao Senquan is the source of all pain. Therefore, the arrival of Mao Senquan can divert Mao Yige's attention for a short time to a certain extent.

If it weren't for the explosives that threatened everyone's lives, he would have personally dealt with him and left here. Worries about Qiao Qianwen constantly tugged at his heart, and he had to leave this ghost place as soon as possible

In a small enclosed room, a small bed occupies the entire space, leaving only narrow aisles on all sides.

Mao Yige hung up the phone and held the phone in his hand.

If he, Xing Yi, dared to lie to him, he would never let him leave here alive!

"You give me a little bit of peace here, I'll go out and have a look!"

He glanced coldly at Gu Yinyin, who was firmly tied to the chair and gagged, got up to open the hidden door, and walked out of the narrow room.

The corridor was quiet and long, and he shuttled freely through the mixed buildings, his heart beating fast.

He will soon see him, his father, the man who made him.

He wants to tell him everything about these years, and he wants him to know who is the god of art in this world.

The second floor, the ninth room, was quickly reached.

He stood outside the door, calmed his breath, took out the mirror and lipstick in his bag, and carefully touched up his makeup.

With a creak, the door slowly opened.

He stepped on a pair of high heels and staggered.

"You, You"

The old man in the chair looked at him in astonishment.

"Father, long time no see." He smiled slightly.

"Yige? How do you?" the old man looked at him for a long time, unable to recover from his astonishment.

Mao Yige looked at the old man, who was now over half a hundred years old, and raised his face slightly with contempt.

"Xing Yi, you can go."

He said a word to the other end of the phone, then turned it off completely.

"Yige, I beg you to let me go, those are all the wrong things I did before, I know that I was wrong now, can you forgive me?" The old man staggered up to him, pleading. When the policemen brought him in, they told him to apologize.

"Forgive you? Father, you did nothing wrong, why are you asking for my forgiveness? He smiled and took the old man's hand and led him back to his seat.

The ninth room on the second floor is the room he arranged for filming.

"How could I have become such an artist without your teachings?"

"Yige"

"Father, I've wanted you to come and see my work for a long time." Mao Yige's pale face had a weird smile.

"Your work?"

"Yes, my work, although it is not as successful as when you first photographed me, I think I have surpassed you and you can't surpass it, and you can't do it."

White curtains were hung high on the four walls of the studio, and Mao Yige walked to the wall as he spoke, reaching out and grabbing a corner of the curtain.

"Let's take a look at my work."

As he laughed and tugged hard, the curtains fell all around him, and the scarlet paintings on the walls reflected the entire room.

"Ahh

He stood up and rushed to the door, only to find it locked.

"Father asked me to reform you"

Mao Yige laughed.

"Makeover! What do you want to do!! Mao Senquan was paralyzed on the ground, his legs were completely disobedient, and his body kept shaking.

"I want you to be, my last piece of art"

"Help! Help—"

No one will hear his helpless screams, and no one will come to save him, just like when he treated the young and helpless Mao Yige.

He deserved everything.

Xing Yi pushed open the heavy door and walked out of the house.

Outside, although it was nearly half of the night, he still felt that the light was dazzling.

"Boss!"

Deng Ming and the others ran towards him in unison.

Seeing him walk out of the door, everyone's hanging hearts finally fell.

"It's not hurt, is it?"

Yan Yusheng breathed a sigh of relief and handed over a towel and a bottle of water.

"I'm fine" Xing Yi took a sip of water and asked eagerly, "Where is she now?" ”

"In the ambulance outside, Shu Ran and Yu Meng are accompanied, she wakes up and refuses to go to the hospital, and has to wait for you." Yan Yusheng explained a little helplessly.

"Got it." Xing Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Mao Yige, you guys are watching here, I'll go take a look first."

"Leave it to me here, don't worry." Yan Yusheng turned to the police officer beside him and ordered, "Don't take Captain Xing over yet."

"Yes"

said that the police officer took Xing Yi all the way, but Xing Yi walked all the way in front of him, and the police officer could only trot in the end to lead the way in front.

Along the way, Xing Yi had a hard time in his heart, he didn't dare to ask Yan Yusheng Qiao Qian's physical condition directly, especially about the child they hadn't yet born.

"Team Xing, this is the car." The officer stopped, panting and pointing to the ambulance.

"Well, I see, you can get busy first."

"Good"

After the police left, he slowly stepped forward for a while, and Shu Ran was walking towards him, and happened to see him head-on.

"Xing Yi, you're back!"

She was quite excited and hugged the man directly.

"Are you hurt?" She looked him up and down worriedly.

"Nope." He gave her an absent-looking look.

Seeing his solemn face, Shu Ran suddenly reacted.

"Look at my excitement, you're here to see her."

"How is she?" He looked at Shu Ran and asked cautiously.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Shu Ran sighed slightly, "I'll go get water for her first." ”

"Hey."

Shu Ran walked away, he sighed slightly, stepped forward a few steps, and walked straight to the back of the ambulance.

She was lying on the makeshift bed in the ambulance, and Yu Meng sat beside her, holding her hand tightly.

"Yu Meng." He snapped.

Yu Meng was slightly stunned, looked at him sideways, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Xing"

He made a silent gesture and motioned for her to get out of the car.

Yu Meng covered her mouth excitedly as soon as she got out of the car.

"Captain Xing, you're alright!!"

"Hmm." Xing Yi curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Doctor Qiao, how is she?" ”

"Sister Qiao, she just fell asleep." Yu Meng looked at him and said with interest, "I still have something to do with Deng Ming, you can accompany Sister Qiao first." ”

"Well, there you go."

Xing Yi stepped into the car as lightly as he could, sitting beside her.

The moment he saw her face, his heart suddenly froze.

Qiao Qian's face was haggard, lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, and the slight rise and fall on her chest showed her normal vital signs, but she was weak as if she was going to disappear at any time.

"Xing Yi Xing Yi"

She suddenly frowned in anguish and shouted his name in her mouth.

She had a nightmare in which he died in her arms, covered in blood, and she was in great pain, but she could not do anything about it.

"Don't be afraid, I'm back"

The deep voice of the man in her ear was like a divine edict waking her up from a nightmare.

She slowly opened her eyes, and a handsome face appeared in her eyes, slightly worried.

"Xing Yi"

Her tears flowed down the corners of her lips like a burst of the embankment.

"It's okay, I'm here." He frowned and took her into his arms, letting her cry for a moment.

After a while, she slowly stopped crying, half leaning on his arms and feeling the long-lost sense of security transmitted by him.

"Xing Yi child him"

"It's fine." His hand around her shoulder tightened again, "You can ask for it again if the child is gone, as long as you are safe"

"Xing Yi." She smiled a little, "Kid, he's saved." ”

“”

Seeing that he didn't react for a while, she suddenly smiled, raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, and picked up his big hand to cover her already slightly bulging lower abdomen.

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