Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 293 Life safety cannot be guaranteed

Without An Yan as a hidden danger, An Qi will definitely be able to recognize her relatives smoothly...

A terrifying thought that he had never had before slowly emerged in An Zhengming's heart.

An Zhengming stared at the bright light at the exit of the parking lot for a while, then raised his hand to turn the key and start the car.

Soon, the car stopped outside a dilapidated factory outside the suburbs.

An Zhengming looked around, got out of the car and quickly walked into the dilapidated factory building.

Zhai Yang is not here, and there is no one else watching here.

An Zhengming walked all the way in and could only hear An Yan's faintly hoarse voice.

He stopped outside the door and listened silently to what was going on inside.

In the broken house, An Yan didn't yell, she just kept trying to talk to the people outside.

"...Do you want money or something else? Just tell me and I will give you whatever I can. You can make any other conditions."

"It's not an option for you to lock me up here like this. My family can't see me, and I'm sure I won't agree to any of your conditions. Think about it carefully, what is the most cost-effective way to do it?"

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Separated by a wall, An Zhengming could hear every word An Yan said clearly.

Her calmness and strength are still so fascinating.

Her slightly hoarse voice made An Zhengming's heart tremble suddenly, and a trace of distress actually slipped through his heart.

Didn't he give her water to drink?Why does the sound still look like this?
An Zhengming raised his hand, subconsciously about to open the small wooden door in front of him, but stopped at the last moment.

He couldn't be soft-hearted, especially at this critical moment.

As long as he locks up An Yan for a few more days and waits until the Bai family recognizes An Qi, he will release An Yan. As long as she is obedient, he will definitely not hurt her.

After all, she was the only woman he cared about in his life.

The war between heaven and man in An Zhengming's heart suddenly became unbalanced.

The various methods he had thought about all along turned into ashes in an instant. An Zhengming's fingers trembled slightly, but he finally turned around and left.

In the evening, Bureau C in Kyoto.

The small door where the suspect was temporarily detained was opened, and the staff from outside walked in.

"Suspect No. 53, dinner is ready." The staff member shouted coldly.

In the corner, Zhan Mochen's eyebrows moved slightly. He raised his head slightly and found that the person delivering the food was wearing a mask, with only one pair of eyes exposed.

However, Zhan Mochen was keenly aware that the person in front of him was not the person who had delivered meals to him a few times before.

Zhan Mochen lowered his eyes slightly, stood up and walked over.

Just as the staff put the tray away, Zhan Mochen raised his hand slightly.

There was a "bang" sound and the tray fell to the ground.

The food was scattered all over the floor, and a few drops of vegetable juice even splashed on the trousers of the staff.

The staff member turned around, his expression changed, his eyes flashed, but he did not curse.

Zhan Mochen said lightly: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

The staff glanced at him and saw that he didn't look suspicious, so he quickly said it was okay and quickly went to get another meal.

"Eat it quickly, otherwise it will be gone if you spread it!" The staff member's tone became more serious this time.

Zhan Mochen lowered his eyes and said nothing. He took the tray, turned around and took a bite, chewing slowly in his mouth.

When the staff saw him starting to eat, he paused for a few seconds before turning around and leaving.

The sound of the door closing was heard. Zhan Mochen stopped the chopsticks in his hand, raised his left hand to his lips, and slowly spit out the food in his mouth.

After dinner, it quickly became dark, and the people in Bureau C still had no intention of letting him go.Zhan Mochen was not in a hurry. After washing briefly, he lay down calmly on the wooden bed and closed his eyes.

Not long after, there was a slight snoring sound.

As the footsteps outside faded away, Zhan Mochen's eyelids moved, and the corners of his lips curled up in an imperceptible arc.

In the middle of the night, everything in Bureau C was quiet.

Only the staff on duty were sitting in the duty room drowsily, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the corridor of the detention room of Bureau C.

One of the staff on duty glanced slightly, pulled up the brim of his hat, and when the black shadow passed by, he stuffed a key into his hand and whispered almost like a whisper: "Everything is ready."

The black shadow looked around, and suddenly a movement knocked the staff member unconscious to the ground.

He dragged the person aside, looked at the covered surveillance camera above his head, and skillfully used the key to open the door of the holding room.

There was only one small window in the detention room. It was dark at night, and the moonlight shone in through the window and fell on the only small bed in the room.

The person lying on the small bed was obviously asleep.

The black shadow tiptoed towards the crib, and a sharp knife appeared silently in his hand.

The tip of the knife shone coldly in the moonlight, and with a flicker of light, the black shadow clenched the knife without hesitation and stabbed it toward the bed!

The sharp knife made a muffled sound and sank into the quilt.

The black shadow raised the knife and stabbed it hard several times. The people on the bed didn't even make a sound and were completely silent.

Heiying felt relieved, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with his hand!

The sound of a knife piercing a human body...

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, the shadow suddenly opened the quilt. Under the faint moonlight, what appeared in front of him was a pillow with a big hole in it!
"Oops, fooled!"

The black shadow quickly turned around and ran away from the door. He had just taken two steps, but someone kicked him out of thin air, knocking him unconscious.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the black shadow woke up again, there were bright lights in front of him.

The bright lights stung his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hands to block the light, but found that his hands and feet had been firmly locked.

It took him a while to get used to the dazzling light, and it was difficult to see clearly that there was a handsome man with a gloomy face sitting opposite him and two staff members in uniforms.

Seeing him wake up, the staff member slammed the table: "If you confess, you will be given leniency but if you refuse, you will get leniency. Who asked you to commit murder?"

"What are you talking about, I don't know..." A cunning flash appeared in the black shadow's eyes, but he still tried to resist.

The staff were not in a hurry. One of them walked over, grabbed the back of the shadow man's head and pulled him back, then picked up the lamp and shined it in front of him.

The shadow man was frightened, thinking that the other party was going to take action.

Time passed minute by minute, and several hours later, the shadow man's eyes were red, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

He confessed honestly: "...someone bribed me to kill this person. He also said that Bureau C had his insider, so I shouldn't be afraid..."

"Who paid for the murder? Who was the spy?" The staff member quickly wrote it down in his notebook and then asked.

The black shadow shook his head with a grimace: "I only know that the person who bribed me is a man. I have never seen him in person. And the spy, I don't know what he looks like, let alone who he is..."

When the staff heard this, they almost laughed in anger: "You don't know anything, but you dare to take risks and come to Bureau C to kill people? Who gave you the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?"

"He, he promised to give me 50..." Heiying gritted his teeth and said.

"50?" The staff member turned to look at Zhan Mochen, who had a dark expression.

If this murderer knew this man's net worth, would his intestines turn green with regret?
However, this is all beside the point. The staff probably won't be able to find any useful clues from the black shadow, and the bureau's surveillance is considered to be damaged, so it seems that nothing can be found.

Zhan Mochen crossed his arms and glanced at the ugly-looking staff member.

"Now that my personal safety is not guaranteed, should you give me an explanation?"

(End of this chapter)