When Tang Ruoxue was worried about Mark, Mark was sleeping soundly in the car.
He knew that he might face great risks in the day ahead, so while the four fingers of Han were still reliable, he took the time to sleep well and replenish his strength.
When he woke up, he found that there was a bit more coolness, and then he realized that it was midnight and the car was still driving on the highway.
The car was just like Han Sizhi and the others, silent and low-key, but moving forward step by step.
"I've been walking for almost half a day and got on the expressway twice. I'm afraid I've already left Longdu."
Ye Fan looked at Han Sizhi who was resting with his eyes closed and smiled: "You want to take me to another city so that my connections in Longdu will not be used?"
Although his mobile phone, watch and personal belongings were all confiscated, making it impossible for Ye Fan to check many points, he could still judge the approximate time.
Han Sizhi opened his eyes slightly when he heard this: "I only do things, I don't speculate, I don't discuss, I don't evaluate!"
"He is a qualified subordinate."
Ye Fan first showed his approval, and then changed the topic: "Don't you just think this lack of thinking is boring?"
"And aren't you worried that one day you will execute the wrong order and accidentally harm a good person like me?"
He curiously examined Han's four fingers: "With your authority, you should have seen my information and understand what kind of person I am."
"Yetang's greatest strength is that he must execute orders and prohibitions without hesitation, even if he knows it is a mistake."
Han Sizhi responded without any hesitation: "The probability of an organization making a mistake in making a decision is far lower than one person's subjective assumptions."
"So in the face of Ye Tang's instructions and my personal thoughts, I am more willing to implement Ye Tang's instructions."
"As for Ye Guoshi, of course I understand."
"Not only do you treat countless poor people every day, but you are enough to win my respect from Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru and the blood doctor competition."
"In a sense, you and I are the same kind of people."
The four fingers of Han affirmed Ye Fan's record: "Your contribution is ten times greater than that of my four fingers, Han."
"You know that I am a good person and that I have contributed a lot, so you still arrest me?"
Ye Fan looked at Han Sizhi and smiled: "Isn't it clear that my accident is a huge loss to China?"
Han Sizhi was silent at first, and then said lightly:
"There are only three hundred national warriors in the entire China, and every one of them is a treasure. If anything happens to you, it will of course be a great loss to this country."
"I know your value and respect your contribution, so when we went to arrest you, we didn't even pull out our guns."
"We also made an exception for you and let the Song family bodyguards point guns at you. I didn't care about Song Hongyan's slap."
"All of this is because we hope to prevent you, Ye Guoshi, from being harmed until the matter is investigated."
"If someone wants your life on this road, I will stand in front of you and take a bullet."
Han Sizhi's tone was very straightforward and indifferent, but he showed his faith and firmness.
Ye Fan sighed softly: "Actually, you are very thoughtful, and your subconscious also tells you that I am not the murderer, and I have nothing to do with Qin Jiutian."
"Now that I have made up my mind and know that I am right, why can't I follow my heart?"
He continued to stare at Han Sizhi and said: "It is better to correct your mistakes when you know they are wrong than to go all the way to the end."
Han Sizhi fell into silence, and then turned his head to look at the night sky: "I'm sorry, it's my duty..."
The white Hummer drove for another hour and arrived at the Nanling Expressway entrance and exit.
There was a malfunction in the automatic passage, and the car had to drive into a manual passage. There were more than a dozen agents on the passage checking the car.
Several sports cars were detained for inspection, and several boys and girls were squatting on the ground holding their heads.
Apparently overfed, the rich second generation was caught racing in the middle of the night.
"Routine inspection."
A police officer with a crew cut stood in front of a white Hummer and said politely, "Show me your driver's license, your driver's license!"
Meanwhile, several agents circled the car with metal detectors.
"Business!"
Han Sizhi didn't waste any time and directly threw out a black ID.
The flat-headed detective took the ID and examined it, then his expression changed slightly.
He hurriedly returned the ID to Han Sizhi, then patted the front of the car and shouted:
"Let it go, let it go!"
Several companions hurriedly moved away from the car, and the checkpoint quickly opened. Han Si pointed out that they stepped on the accelerator and roared away.
The car disappeared quickly, and the flat-headed detective narrowed his eyes, then picked up his mobile phone and said:
"Miss Zhu..."
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, it is the time when a person's biological clock is the most tired and sleepy. Ye Fan, who finished chatting with Han Sizhi, did not fall asleep again.
He scanned the scene outside with wide eyes.
Thirty minutes after the convoy left the highway, it entered a national natural park.
The night was as dark as paint, without any starlight. Only the car lights kept shaking, which not only failed to dispel the darkness, but made people even more upset.
The night wind was raging, causing the surrounding trees to sway here and there, making a "swish" sound. Weeds were rising one after another, making Ye Fan's scalp numb.
What the hell is this place? Ye Fan shouted in his heart.
"Gah——"
When Ye Fan stretched, the white Hummer passed through the ninth tree-lined path and stopped in an open area.
There are no houses around thirty meters in this open land. In the center of the open land, there are seven or eight buildings surrounded by green brick walls more than three meters high.
The building looks a bit old, but the overall structure is still solid.
The long and narrow wall was also covered with dense barbed wire.
The gate is a four-meter-high metal gate, made entirely of steel and unbreakable.
There are peepholes and gun holes on both sides of the door, making it look similar to a fortress.
If we dig a moat and install a suspension bridge, it will be no different from the Yang Kingdom stronghold in war movies.
"Ye Guoshi, here we are."
Han opened the car door with four fingers and got out, then asked Ye Fan to get out of the car with an indifferent expression.
During this period, he also put his feet under the car unobtrusively, where they were inspected by the flat-headed detectives.
With a tip of his toe, a tracker fell to the ground, and he stamped it out calmly.
When pressed by the sole of the foot, it became shattered and unrecognizable.
“What a great place.”
Ye Fan got out of the car door and glanced around: "Is there a lot of people who have died here?"
"bingo!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a click in front of him, the door opened, the lights turned on, and a dozen people appeared.
Then, a tall woman appeared with several women in uniforms, with charming features and a knife hidden in her smile.
"This used to be the Oni Tomb, the place where people from the Yang Kingdom were buried, but now it's the centerpiece of Ye Tang."
She whispered: "Wait for the door!"
"As deep as the sea"
Ye Fan heard the words and looked at the charming woman and said: "What a good name. It seems that this is a place where there is no way in or out. I wonder what the lady's name is?"
"Qi Qingmei, one of the people in charge of the door, is also the person who controls your destiny."
Qi Qingmei slowly walked up to Ye Fan and raised a smile at the corner of her mouth:
"When you come here, no one can find you, and no one can save you."
"By the way, Tang Ruoxue will also be sent here later."
That smile was very disdainful, but it also contained an indescribable coldness that made people tremble.
Ye Fan read it again: "Qi Qingmei? Okay, I remember it."
Qi Qingmei smiled faintly: "Why remember my name?"
Ye Fan suddenly squeezed that annoying smile: "Of course I'm taking revenge on you, am I marrying you..."
"Asshole!"
Qi Qingmei suddenly broke away from Ye Fan's hand, stepped back a few meters and shouted angrily:
"Come here, break one of his hands!"
