Bai Yanliang took out the note, glanced at it quickly, and then crumpled the note into a ball and put it in his pocket.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Zhifei looked at Bai Yanliang's calm face and asked.

"Nothing, my landlord is back."

Bai Yanliang touched Edgar Allan Poe's head, looked at Xu Zhifei, and said, "I'm bothering you these days." ”

Xu Zhifei looked at him quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

Bai Yanliang didn't meet her gaze, but hugged the little black cat and looked at the river again.

Xu Zhifei stood behind him, staring at his back.

She waited for a long time, but she couldn't wait for Bai Yanliang to speak again.

Xu Zhifei is gone.

As she left, the gloomy aura around her seemed to be a little heavier.

Bai Yanliang touched the little black cat's head without a ride, and didn't seem to notice Xu Zhifei's departure.

In fact, after seeing Xun Weimo's note, Bai Yanliang already understood that something was ...... He can only do it himself.

The note was not big, and there weren't many words that could be written, just five.

Abyss, Bai Yanren.

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

The Yecheng Police Station and Jiangbei Branch are still brightly lit.

Yang Wanlong stood in front of the window, looking at the neon flashes outside the window, and occasionally the light of the flashing headlights sprinkled into the window, reflecting his face brightly and darkly.

Recently, it has finally been quiet for a while, and the colleagues in the police station have left work one after another, but the ceiling fan in the office outside is still rotating, making the huge and empty office a little noisy at the moment.

"Team Yang, goodbye!"

"Team Yang, I'm leaving......"

"Team Yang, see you tomorrow ......"

When the officers who left the police station saw Yang Wanlong standing by the window, they all greeted him lively.

Yang Wanlong smiled rarely, making the police officers a little flattered.

Although there have been many bizarre murders recently, if even the police lose hope and vitality in a city, it is really dead.

Yang Wanlong didn't want Yecheng to die.

After a while, there was no one else in the entire substation except for the police officers on duty.

Until...... The time crossed nine o'clock.

"Jingle Bell Bell Ring—"

The phone rang.

Yang Wanlong took an unhurried puff of his cigarette and picked up the earpiece: "Hey." ”

"Mr. Yang." On the other end of the phone, it was a low man's voice.

Yang Wanlong immediately felt that something was wrong, this voice was very familiar to him.

"Who are you?" As he spoke, Yang Wanlong pressed the record button.

"It's not important, it's ...... Yang Yiyi. ”

Yang Wanlong's neck suddenly burst out with green tendons, and he roared: "If you dare to move a finger of my daughter, I promise, I will definitely break all of you into pieces!" ”

"Hey...... Anyone can say cruel things, Officer Yang. The man's voice didn't care, "It's been ten years, you're still so naïve, do you think you're hiding Yang Yi safely?" ”

Yang Wanlong took a deep breath, no one could see how hideous his face was at the moment, "You say, what do you want?" ”

"Very well," the other seemed satisfied, "if you're right, you still have two keys there, right?" ”

Yang Wanlong was silent, his face was extremely ugly, and he didn't respond in a low voice until the other party was almost impatient: "Yes." ”

"Now, send to the eighteenth middle school at once, remember, you are alone. If you don't arrive before twelve o'clock, I'll send my daughter to you myself. ”

"Toot ......"

The other party hung up the phone.

Yang Wanlong had already guessed who the other party was, but he didn't expect that ten years would turn a person into a complete stranger.

However, there will be a difference today, and he has long been mentally prepared.

Because ten years ago, they chose a completely different path......

……

On the other end of the phone, a young man looked up to the sky and spat out a smoke ring, and on his fair and handsome face, there was a narrow scar from the eyebrows to the base of the ear.

It wasn't like a scar, it was more like a wound torn by some beast's minions, and it took on an extremely strange feeling.

"Whoa—"

"Whoa—"

"Woooo

With his head in his hands and his whistle, he walked unhurriedly into a long-abandoned, gloomy school building.

The light shone on his body, but the ground ...... But he didn't leave a shadow of him.

……

River bank.

Bai Yanliang stood here until dark.

The little black cat was already asleep in his arms.

At this time, its ears suddenly moved, opened its eyes, looked up at Bai Yanliang, and called: "Meow-"

Bai Yanliang touched its head and turned to look at the visitor.

"Good thing you understand." Xun Weimo said with a smile.

"Say it." Bai Yanliang threw the crumpled note over, "Let me wait for you by the river until the evening, what's the matter?" ”

Xun Weimo grabbed the paper ball, walked to the bench on the side, and patted the position next to him, "Sit down and talk." ”

Bai Yanliang hugged Edgar Allan Poe, walked over, and asked, "Are you being targeted?" ”

Xun Weimo sat casually, looking unconcerned, just smiling, "They can't do anything to me yet." ”

Hearing this, Bai Yanliang sat next to Xun Weimo and looked at the sky.

"I've always had a question."

"What is it?" Xun Weimo seemed to be very curious about Bai Yanliang's confusion.

"How many 'spaces' are there in this world?"

The smile on the corner of Xun Weimo's mouth gradually converged, and he, like Bai Yanliang, also looked up at the dark night sky.

The bright lights illuminated the city at night, and nothing could be seen except the moon.

"Nine."

Xun Weimo said a word softly.

"Nine?"

Bai Yanliang didn't expect that Xun Weimo really gave an answer.

"Nine, the extreme of numbers, the extreme of heaven is ninefold, and the extreme of earth is nine springs. According to ancient legends, the dungeon that houses ghosts is divided into nine springs and nine prisons. ”

"Nine Springs...... Nine Prisons ......"

Bai Yanliang's eyes condensed slightly, there was no reason for Xun Weimo to suddenly talk about ancient legends, he mentioned Jiuquan and Nine Prisons, he must have meant something.

"Well, Nine Springs is Nine Prisons. One is the prison of the Xuquan order; the second is the prison of Chongquan and the remnants; the third is the prison of chasing ghosts in Huangquan; the fourth is the prison poisoned by the cold spring; the fifth is the prison of the cold night of the yin spring; the sixth is the prison of the secluded spring; Seven is the prison of the long night in Xiaquan; Eight is the prison of bitter spring slaughter; Nine is the prison of the spring test. Xun Weimo suddenly looked at Bai Yanliang quietly, "There are eight prisons, and they have been completely destroyed. ”

Eight Prison ......

Bai Yanliang was not stupid, he immediately understood what Xun Weimo was referring to, "Which prison is the fog set I am currently in?" ”

Xun Weimo's expression was solemn, although he hadn't spoken yet, the atmosphere around him seemed to have suddenly become weird.

He looked at Bai Yanliang seriously and said, "The first prison, the prison of the Xuquan Command. ”