Ji Cangyu couldn't help but regretted handing over the assassin in black to Zhong Gong, and ran to Miaoyiyuan to save the portrait. But thinking of the portraits that had been taken back from the thieves, his anger gradually calmed down.
"You didn't tell me earlier if you let the assassin run away! What are you doing kneeling here? Why don't you get him back quickly!" Ji Cangyu shouted.
"Brother Zhong Long has already taken the nursing home to arrest someone. The assassin was seriously injured..." Ling'er paused before continuing, "He must...not be able to escape."
"Then why has there been no news for so long?" Ji Cangyu asked. After he caught up with the thief, he checked every wing of Miaoyi Yuan and arranged all the paintings in the secret room to ensure that nothing was missing.
"Dad, there's no need to worry. You and I arranged the guards around the villa together. Don't you feel reassured?" Xu Jun said.
"That's true." Ji Cangyu nodded, "But how did he and the thief sneak into the villa through the heavy guards?"
"They must have been lurking in the villa before we deployed guards." Xu Jun added.
Ling'er looked at Xu Jun, wasn't it his "credit" that the thief was able to sneak into the villa?
At this moment, there was a noise in the yard. It was Zhong Long and the others who were back.
Ji Cangyu led everyone out quickly, only to see Zhong Long and a dozen or so guards.
Ji Cangyu hurriedly asked: "Where are the people?"
Zhong Long shook his head and explained: "The villa is too big, and I don't know where the assassin is hiding. But I can be sure that he is still in the villa."
"Does he think he can survive by hiding?" Xu Jun said coldly.
"Jun'er, what do you mean? Have you poisoned him?" Ji Cangyu asked anxiously.
"What's your expression? Do you care about his life or death?" Xu Jun raised his eyebrows and asked. He could tell that Ji Cangyu was very unusual towards the assassin.
Ji Cangyu was startled. On the cliff that day, Xu Jun asked why he favored that assassin. At that time, it was because human lives were at stake, but what about now? Maybe he felt pity for the assassin?
Ji Cangyu saw clearly what was in his heart and had nothing to hide, so he said calmly: "Yes, I hope he can survive. I want to find out who sent him to steal the portrait, and why he keeps coming to assassinate him! "
"What portrait?" Zhong Long asked puzzledly. Seeing that no one answered him, he ran to his brother to ask.
Xu Jun sneered at Ji Cangyu's remarks and said lightly: "Then you'd better let him come out, so that he has a chance of living."
"What on earth did you do to him?" Ji Cangyu was anxious and grabbed Xu Jun's arm and asked.
"Don't worry! I didn't poison him, I just made him bleed a little." Xu Jun replied lightly.
"If the assassin has any external injuries, we can use the blood stains to find out his whereabouts." The head of the nursing home who had returned from Miaoyi Academy with Ji Cangyu suggested.
"It's useless! We were just looking for blood traces all the way. But it's too dark tonight, even if we hold a torch, we can't find anything." Another nurse who was chasing people with Zhong Long waved his hand.
Ji Cangyu thought about it too. It was too dark, and the torch could only illuminate the path underfoot, making it very difficult to find blood stains.
"Then wait until dawn. It's already past the second watch, and it won't be long before dawn." Xu Jun said.
Although Xu Jun also wanted to catch the man in black with the ghost face as soon as possible, he was worried that after catching the man, Ji Cangyu would protect him like a treasure, which would make it difficult for him to kill him. It's better to let the ghost-faced man in black fend for himself first, and then catch him when he's almost dead, so that he can get rid of him calmly.
"Okay! Everyone is tired after working all night. Let's go back and rest! Wait until daybreak and then follow the blood stains to arrest people!" Ji Cangyu ordered.
Ling'er twisted her handkerchief worriedly, wondering if Brother Yang was still bleeding?
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After a burst of thunder, Qi Yang woke up faintly. He felt a cold feeling on his forehead, so he raised his left hand and wiped it, and there were cold water droplets.
Qi Yang suddenly opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were dark. The only light came from the round well mouth on the top, which was also very weak.
It turned out that he was lying face up at the bottom of the well, and the bursts of pain from his shoulder injury made him quickly remember what happened before.
Many large water drops fell on Qi Yang's body.
It's raining, and the rain is not light, otherwise the rain will not drip through the dense leaves into the dry well.
Qi Yang pulled down his mask, opened his mouth, and let the water droplets flow into his thirsty throat.
There was lightning and thunder again, but that was all from outside. Being in a dry well is like being far away from the worldly world, everything seems so calm and peaceful.
Qi Yang was immersed in this rare calm when he was startled by the sounds around him.
It was a very strange sound, a sound that Qi Yang had never heard before.
Qi Yang sat up in surprise. He looked around in horror. Everything was pitch black. He couldn't see how big the bottom of the well was, nor could he see what else was at the bottom of the well.
There was only a faint light where he was at the bottom of the well.
Qi Yang quickly retreated to a dark place and listened carefully.
The strange sound disappeared as he hid in the darkness, and calm returned to the bottom of the well.
But not long after, another voice came from a certain corner. It was different from the one just now. It sounded like laughter of "hehe". It's just that the "hehe" sound is not the sound coming from the throat, but just the sound of air flowing out.
This is a human voice!
Qi Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it were a human being, he would not be so scared.
As Qi Yang breathed a sigh of relief, the voice changed again.
Qi Yang hurriedly asked: "Who is there pretending to be a ghost?"
The voice came again, and it seemed to have an ups and downs like a human voice, but it was still just the sound of air flowing out.
"What are you talking about?" Qi Yang asked with a frown.
The sound kept coming.
Qi Yang simply calmed down and listened.
The voice seemed to be saying: "Who is pretending? How do you, a young man, talk?"
Qi Yang was shocked that he actually understood what the other party was saying. He hurriedly asked: "Who are you?"
"Can you understand the old man's words?" The voice was also full of surprise.
"I understand! Who are you?" Qi Yang still didn't give up asking.
"Human? The old man is no longer a human?" The voice was self-deprecating.
"Don't pretend to be a fool in front of me! You just use your breath to make sounds, I can do it too!" Qi Yang exposed the other party unceremoniously.
"Haha! You're quite interesting, kid!" The voice added a bit of joking, "You are the descendant of Naji... or something, right?"
"Ji Cangyu? I have nothing to do with him." Qi Yang denied.
"Yes! His name is Ji Cangyu! And you are his child!" The voice became very certain.
"You got the wrong person!" Qi Yang said unhappily.
"How could you admit your mistake? It's not like I've never seen you before!" The voice paused, "That was more than ten or twenty years ago, right?"
"I'm not the person you said! Believe it or not." Qi Yang didn't bother to explain to him and asked, "Who are you?"
"Is he old? Maybe he is the ghost you all like to pretend to be? Haha! Haha!" The sound of the air flow sounded like it was coming from hell, which made Qi Yang's hair stand on end.
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