in the room.

Jia Lan's afterglow swept over An Qingyu and Chen Gou who were still chatting outside, and gently closed the door, and a white figure floated out of the earth, levitating beside her.

"Sister Garan." Jiang Er's voice came from the headphones in Jia Lan's ear, "I just walked around here, and there are no electronic devices in this village except for a few broken radios, not even a mobile phone. ”

Considering that Jiang Er's ghost state was too scary, and knocking on the door of the villager's house with the coffin in the middle of the night didn't look like a normal person, An Qingyu hid Jiang Er's coffin in a cave outside the village in advance, and borrowed a nurse from Lin Qiye to protect the coffin to prevent Jiang Er's accident.

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

"It does seem to be a bit backward here." Garan's gaze swept over the dilapidated room, eventually resting on a wall that had been peeled off.

On the gray-brown wall, there are several old-fashioned photo frames, and in the frames are some yellowed old photos, in the background, on the coastline of this fishing village, on a small and broken hull, a middle-aged man with a boy of seven or eight years old, carrying a few big fish in his hands, is laughing happily.

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

"He doesn't look very old in the photo, does he?" Jiang Er thought thoughtfully, "His son should be in his twenties now?" ”

"Almost."

Garan looked away from the photo and began to look at the other details of the room.

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

"Huh?"

"I heard that you and Seven Nights collapsed their bed last night?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Hearing this, Jia Lan almost choked and coughed violently.

"No...... Not what you think. Calan's cheeks flushed, and she spoke incoherently, "We did collapse the bed, but...... But we didn't do anything! ”

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

Garan's face turned even redder.

Jiang Er looked at Jialan's appearance, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and after she hesitated for a moment, she still said tentatively, "But Sister Jialan...... Wouldn't that be bad? ”

"Huh?"

"I mean...... After all, Shenxu is a Shenxu, even if [pseudo-love] can make others have crazy love, but this kind of love is false after all. Jiang Er said seriously, "Even if you stab the seven nights with the arrow of the god of love, his love will always fade one day, this kind of forcible love...... is not advisable. ”

Jia Lan looked at Jiang Er's extremely serious expression and blinked, and a smile appeared in those black jewel-like pure eyes.

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

"Actually......"

After Jia Lan whispered for a while, Jiang Er's mouth opened uncontrollably, and the eyes that looked at her were full of surprise.

"So you actually ......"

"Shh Garan made a silent gesture to her and said with a smile, "You don't want to talk about this, you know?" His elm head is finally about to open up, and it won't work if he says it! ”

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

Garan nodded in satisfaction, and was about to open the door and walk out, when the afterglow suddenly swept something and stopped.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the old photo on the far edge of the wall, and saw that in the two corners of this father-son photo, two names were written crookedly, including pinyin, which should have been written by a child who had just begun to learn to write.

On the side of the middle-aged man on the left, it reads "Chen gOU (third tone)".

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

- Chen Lu.

……

Night's Watch Headquarters.

Interrogation room.

In the dark and damp little room, an old man with silver hair was imprisoned in the center, his eyes closed, his expression solemn and quiet, and in front of him, a hideous-looking man was standing there, exuding a cold glow around him.

"Chen Lu, I advise you not to be ignorant!" The man said, "I respect you for being the hero of the Night's Watch back then, and you saved enough face, don't force me!" ”

Chen Lao's eyes opened 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, and you embarked on this path, or did I give advice......"

Tan Maoxun's eyes trembled, his fierce expression froze on his face, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something cruel again, but he couldn't find that feeling.

"Kid...... Don't be nervous, don't be offended, just let me see how far you've come over the years. Old Chen said gently, "Come on, use your most confident means to see if you can pry my mouth open and get what you want." ”

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

"Okay, then I'll show you ......"

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

Old Chen's body had been completely overwhelmed by the ghostly light, his body shook, and those ghostly light thorns were stinging every inch of his skin at an alarming frequency, the sharp pain made his brows furrow slightly, and his expression was a little painful...... But that's about it.

"Say! Where is the Kamen Squad! What exactly do you want to do?! Tan Maoxun roared and spoke.

Under the torture of severe pain, Chen Lao's old cheeks trembled slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said unhurriedly:

"Yes, you've improved a lot compared to back then...... Worthy of the students I taught. ”

Tan Maoxun's pupils contracted suddenly.

His chest rose and fell violently, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and the ghostly light around him still poured into Chen Lao's body.

And Chen Lao was still smiling in the ghostly light, his eyes were full of approval, but he didn't have the slightest intention of saying a word.

"Enough!"

Zuo Qing's voice came from outside the interrogation room, and the ghostly light around Tan Maoxun suddenly retreated into his body like a tide, he took two steps back to the side, and bowed slightly to Zuo Qing respectfully.

"Left Commander ......"

Zuo Qing walked in from outside the door, frowned and looked at the silver-haired old man with a smile on his eyebrows, and clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"Why don't you continue?" Chen Lao said slowly, "If this can't be tried, why don't you change someone?" ”