"Tut, such a beautiful pair of hands, what a pity it would be if they were scrapped!" The officer surnamed Zhang had a smug smile on his face, which was unspeakably weird.

"You despicable villains...... Yan Yezheng was already angry, but he couldn't do anything because he was restrained.

"Ahh When the people holding the rope on both sides exert their strength, Qing Qian suddenly felt that the ten fingers of his hands were about to be broken.

The pain that invades the bone marrow can be endured by gritting your teeth.

"Old Man Yan, you are still so tough, you really don't plan to ask Ling Wan for a pair of hands."

The first time Qing Qian shouted, Yan Yezheng had already turned his face away, and no longer looked at Qing Qian's side. His eyes were closed, and his lips were pursed. No matter how the officers tried to extract a confession, they just didn't say a word.

"You don't want to stop drinking, eat and drink, we can do anything." Through the tall windows, you can see the sky getting brighter outside. The face of the officer surnamed Zhang gradually showed impatience.

After two rare interrogations, the father and daughter were both soft and hard. As soon as the day dawns, it is the deadline, and this rare opportunity to be promoted and make a fortune is about to be lost.

The officer surnamed Zhang gritted his teeth, anyway, he was out of the way, how could he lose the good future he had gotten. Anyway, there are people on the horizontal and vertical top, and that one's status in the army is still guaranteed. In the end, he was unwilling to be aggrieved in this small prison in the four directions, and he had a plan in his heart, and the face of the officer surnamed Zhang gradually showed a fierce color.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand to the jailer next to him.

The two jailers had already understood, and their faces were salivating.

As soon as he flipped over and attacked, Qing Qian's hands were already blurred with flesh and blood, and the person was exhausted and confused.

In a trance, I only felt that the clamp on my hand was removed, and the person was pulled up from the chair. His hands and feet were clasped and he was lying on his back, his back pressed against the cold floor, but his body was hot. When the first tearing sound of clothes was heard, the shallow, cloudy mind gradually realized what was about to happen.

The struggle can only be exchanged for a rougher clamp, and the effort to open the eyes seems to be able to clear consciousness a little.

When the scarred skin meets the cold air, it is no longer half felt. The body is unusually hot, and the overwhelming pathos cannot alleviate it even a little.

Father's voice was urgent. For such a long time, Qing Qian had never heard his father scold in such a loud voice, and he was so hoarse that there was only a noise left in his ears. There was boundless darkness in front of me, and I just wanted to be able to sleep, so that there was no biting pain and dirty touch to disturb me.

Before consciousness was about to fall, a loud bang rang in my ears, the sound of a pistol firing. Qing Qian's mind crossed the time at the division university, and that was the first time that he heard a pistol ringing in his ears so closely. At the time, I didn't feel scared. Actually, it's because of that person by his side!

In the haze, He Wet clothes slowly walked towards him. Qing Qian knew that this was his hallucination, and he was now in the bamboo garden, where he could come. Moreover, he has a special position. Even if he came back to Jinyuan, how could he act so recklessly with his temperament.

Qing Qian was slightly shocked, he was already in such a situation, how could he still be so clear and analyzed. It seems that he is really about to die, and people are always very awake when they are about to die.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with this hallucination.

As they had met many times in the past, they smiled as hard as they could, and gently said to the phantom; "You're here."

How nice it would be to be able to see him again when he was dying.

He Shiyi took the handwritten edict signed by Luo Rongkai and kicked open the door of the military prison, what kind of scene did he see.

The dark and cramped interrogation room was chilling to the bone. He lay there on the cold ground, his clothes torn. A jailer was manipulating her, and several jailers next to her were watching with greedy faces and explicit smiles. Until the moment he broke in, the saliva was still on his lips.

He Shiyi's calm personality, although he tried his best to endure it, he still couldn't hold it back, his whole body trembled, and the blue tendons on his forehead were violent. Pulling out the gun on his waist, he "snapped" and hit the jailer who was facing Qingqian. Several other jailers saw him suddenly break in, and rashly injured people, and drew their guns to fight him. He Shiyi fell over his shoulder a few times, and suddenly wails rang out, and the jailers were thrown to the ground and passed out. The remaining few were stunned on the spot, and they didn't dare to make a move.

For a while, there was silence in the torture room, and only the sound of He Shiyi's leather boots hitting the ground could be heard, walking towards Qingshallow step by step. He Shiyi walked closer, took off his coat and wrapped it around Qing Qian's body. Qing Qian was woken up by the wail, and in the haze, he opened his eyes slightly. March was gone, and the face that was close at hand became even weaker and paler, as if it wanted to smile at him, but it seemed that it was difficult to pull the corners of the mouth.

"You're here." He Shiyi can only judge by the shape of his mouth that he said these three words.

"Well, I'm finally back." Carefully stroked the unkempt hair of the person in his arms, a small face, no blood, and chapped lips.

The scars all over his body, and the prison clothes on his body were already bloodstained. When he picked her up, her body trembled uncontrollably from the pain. The person in his arms is as light as a butterfly, as if he is not careful, and will disappear from his arms. He Shiyi just lowered his head and hugged the person in his arms, unable to see his expression clearly.

In the lonely and gloomy cell, the jailers felt the violent aura of the sudden intruder of the lieutenant becoming more and more victorious, and they all fell silent and held their breath. The room was quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Luo Rongkai's words are still in my ears, "If I don't arrest her to force Yan Yezheng to comply, someone will force me in the future." Wet clothesYou have been in the army for so many years, don't you know how to ......"

So, are you going to force me?

He Shiyi held back his thoughts, raised his head, and had returned to his usual cold expression. coldly swept the faces of everyone present, and walked out of the door with Yan Qingqian, who was asleep. Wu Wu rarely saw He Shiyi's face, as if he was going to kill someone.

Officer Zhang, who was standing by the door, wanted to say something, but when he looked at the handwritten edict that Wu Wu presented, he could only do it.

"Take good care of her." Yan Ye, who had been silent in the corner, was looking at He Shiyi's back and slowly spoke.

"I will." He Shiyi's steps paused slightly, and he walked towards the door again.

Out of the prison in the west of the city, the cold wind is more favorable. He Shiyi carefully wrapped the coat on Qingqian's body more tightly. The driver, Lao Chen, opened the door very far away. After getting into the car, He Shiyi instructed Wu Wu to go to Huaijiang Hospital to ask for a doctor.

"Please, where are you going?" Wu Wu asked hesitantly.

"Huanyuan Mansion." He didn't look back on his wet clothes, and had already gotten into the car with Qingqian. Leaving Wu Wu standing in place and looking at the dusty rear of the car, he was still stunned.