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Yan Ji opened his eyes, and saw a flight of stairs, a dusty concrete staircase.The dizziness made her unable to tell whether she was going up or down.

Diver carried Yan Ji into the dark basement.

Yan Ji was placed on a very small bed, with his knees resting on the railing at the end of the bed, and his calf hanging outside.

"Patter." Deaver turned on the light.

Yan Ji squinted his eyes, turned his head with difficulty, and suddenly saw a pair of yellow-green eyes.Seeing Diver's face close at hand, Yan Ji became a little sober after being startled, and looked around the basement: "Xingweiyuan Villa?"

Deaver couldn't help raising his trembling hand to stroke her temples: "What a beautiful face, what a strange expression, my little girl..."

Yan Ji had a chill: "Sorry, but I'm an adult."

Diver showed a doting smile, like the most indulgent lover: "Don't resist like this, I have no malice towards you. I have no disturbed life, no relatives who hurt, the encounter between you and me is the guidance of fate, it is your approach .”

Yan Ji scoffed at Deaver's crazy words in his heart, and tried to talk as much as possible to delay time and get clues: "Your kindness is to pretend to be a taxi driver to stun me? Although I don't agree with your behavior, art is the same , I can often hear the whisper of God, bringing inspiration and guidance while intoxicated.”

Deaver laughed in surprise.He got up and stood up, took a step back, opened his arms as if to hug Yan Ji, then turned around suddenly, pacing back and forth in the basement.

Yan Ji sensed that something was wrong, maybe his words touched the secret deep in Diver's heart, and he suddenly burst out with strong emotional fluctuations.

The excitement emanating from Di Fuyi swept over, and Yan Ji felt dizzy for a while.The feeling of dizziness reappeared again, double images appeared in front of Yan Ji's eyes, Diffe's figure was distorted, the basement space split, everything fell apart, and overlapped and bonded again.

Deaver stood still abruptly.

He tried his best to restrain his face, which was distorted and deformed by excitement, to return to normal.The deep facial features of the Europa race brought him a natural advantage, and his gaze was affectionate: "You feel it too, don't you? It's so wonderful, wait for me, wait for me for a while."

Yan Ji sat up covering his forehead.Deaver's erratic behavior is inexplicable, and he is a complete cult lunatic.It is estimated that mental illness is more suitable for him than prison.

Yan Ji looked around, and in front of him was an ordinary basement with a square shape.The stairs are facing the crib, and there are shelves on both sides against the wall. On one side are all kinds of sundries, and on the other side are all kinds of beautifully packaged gift boxes.

Yan Ji noticed something strange. There was no religious element in the hidden basement of the cultist's house, which was a bit illogical.

She pressed the scar on her forehead, and remembered that she should have said that Diver is a Muslim, and Islam itself has no religious symbols.

Yan Ji shook his head, Diver's words and deeds were different, and his behavior was weird. He was definitely not an ordinary religious fanatic.A pathological lunatic who cannot deduce from prima facie evidence.

Yan Ji believed in her own feelings even more.

Yan Ji will never forget the sinister elation that escaped when Deaver said, "The nine-year-old in my code is ripe for picking, and the nine-year-old girl is as delicious and charming as a pomegranate hookah."

Concentrating a little bit, Yan Ji opened the small pillow on the crib and found a few soft hairs from the bed sheet.She stood up and walked to the shelf, tore a piece of wrapping paper from the gift box, wrapped the hair and stuffed it into her pocket.

Yan Ji took a rough look, and saw that there were a lot of things on the two shelves, but nothing suspicious could be seen.There were a lot of daily tools on the sundry shelf, Yan Ji picked out a grass mowing sickle, and stuffed a vise into his pocket.

Walking up the stairs with the help of the wall, Yan Ji felt dizzy for a moment, the concrete stairs seemed to become an elevator, and he started to move irregularly.

Yan Ji quickly regained his composure and quickened his pace to climb up the stairs.Deaver left in such a hurry that he forgot to lock the basement.Yan Ji held the doorknob and unscrewed the wooden door with a "click".

"Who?" A strange woman's voice came from outside.

Yan Ji pushed open the door of the basement, and saw a young foreign woman coming from the living room outside, her face was full of surprise and wariness.

"Whoareyou? You, what, my family?" The foreign woman panicked and pressed the prepared number, backing up constantly, "I, call the police."

Yan Ji comforted: "Don't be nervous, you listen to my voice, it's me..."

Before Yan Ji could finish speaking, hurried footsteps came from upstairs.Yan Ji and the foreign woman looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Defoe rushing down from upstairs, with as ugly a face as possible.

The foreign woman was overjoyed, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "so good, you safe and sound."

Diver pushed the foreign woman down and uttered a string of Persian angrily.Yan Ji's mind was muddled, without any hesitation, he rushed out of the villa immediately.

Yan Ji's guess was right, this place is indeed Xingwei Garden.She and Ying Zhao came here once, and she still has some memories of the way out.

Yan Ji didn't go straight along the road in front of the door, but turned into the side road of the villa.Staggering and running a dozen steps away, the sun shone and the wind blew, and he became much more awake. Yan Ji immediately realized that this was strange.

She was about to turn back and suddenly saw an inconspicuous white BMW protruding from the corner of the opposite villa.Yan Ji didn't think about it, ran over quickly, opened the rear door and bent down to get in.

Unscrewed a bottle of Coca-Cola and handed it to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji took the drink bottle and lifted his chin, the caramel-colored liquid poured into his mouth.Dense bubbles exploded in the mouth one by one, the tip of the tongue tingled slightly, but an inexplicable sense of pleasure arose in the brain.

Throat throbbed, cold water flowed down the esophagus into the abdomen, Yan Ji slightly opened his mouth, and as the carbon dioxide took away a small amount of heat from the stomach and intestines, the irritability in his heart was also washed away.

"Huh." Yan Ji sighed softly, leaned back on the car seat, "You're back."

Yan Deng seemed a little displeased: "Otherwise, you dare to be so desperate? You won't die and come back to life."

Yan Ji used his fingertips to feel for the texture on the Coke lid: "What about you? You're not, you never thought about your life. I'm the one who's going to die. You're clean and tidy. Have you ever thought about how many people are alive? sad?"

Yan Deng looked at the tablet in his hand expressionlessly: "Sooner or later, I will forget."

Yan Ji's anger was ignited almost instantly: "Then why did you show up again!"

Yan Deng took out an old mobile phone from the storage box of the car, and threw it to Yan Ji without looking at it.Yan Ji picked up his old mobile phone, and after a moment of boredom, said sisiaiai: "You received a call from Deaver?"

Yan Deng said: "Don't look for something to say."

Yan Ji felt both angry and funny, and said helplessly, "You can talk more now than I did when I was young."

"There was no such word back then."

Yan Ji was stunned, but couldn't help laughing.

In the crematorium, there was a tsunami of sadness, despair, and painful emotions in all directions, and it was that warm light that saved her from the abyss.

A faint, soft, unquenchable light.

At that moment, Yan Ji knew that she was back.After disappearing, Yan Deng reappeared beside her.Yan Ji even had a feeling that Yan Deng never left, so the so-called disappearance means that he forgot me.

"I'm sorry." Yan Ji looked down at the Coke in his hand and whispered, "I thought you wouldn't come back, where did you go?"

"Go back to Cornwall to deal with some matters, just in case Walter is going to lie to me." Yan Deng tapped the tablet suddenly with his fingertips, his face became gloomy, and his tone was unusually urgent, "Burn some paper so that he won't die."

Yan Ji was stunned suddenly, the grief of countless people in the crematorium was overwhelming her, her peaceful grief covered everything like a vast ice field, and her remorse cut her heart like a icy ice knife.

Yan Ji turned his head with all his strength, only seeing Yan Deng's calm, almost indifferent eyes.Yan Ji suddenly had a sore nose, his throat choked up, and his voice became hoarse: "Don't, don't be sad."

The thin blue veins under the cold white skin of Yan Deng's neck trembled lightly, like the blow of fire when forging a sword, or the snap of a string when playing a piano.

She pursed her lips tightly, ignored Yan Ji, and stared at the tablet in her hand for a moment.The picture on the screen is the gate of Diver Villa, with a wide-angle lens, and the two are now behind the villa, no matter who enters or exits the villa, they can find it.

The siren sounded from far to near, and ambulances and police cars rushed to the front of the villa one after the other.Four people went in, six people came out, the doctor carried the stretcher, and the policeman escorted Deaver.Less than 5 minutes later, two more police cars rushed to the scene of the blockade.

Yan Ji frowned and sighed in a low voice: "The plan can't keep up with the changes, he will come out in a few days after going in this time."

Yan Deng asked: "Did you call his wife?"

Yan Ji replied: "Just in case."

Yan Deng: "I'm afraid I won't save you."

"No." Yan Ji quickly explained, "I was afraid of accidents, so I left a backup to attract the police to intervene. It was a message to Director Ying. But I didn't expect him to take me to Xingwei Garden. His house is too conspicuous on the bright side. I don't understand what he's thinking now, and I can't figure out all the clues. "

Yan Deng frowned: "So you use your body as bait."

Yan Ji didn't think much about it: "This is like learning from you."

Yan Deng disdained: "You have the ability to protect yourself?"

Yan Ji touched the scar on his forehead, and lowered his voice three minutes: "Isn't there you? When I was in the crematorium, I felt you. You felt different from others. I knew it was you."

Realizing that he was speaking incoherently, Yan Ji smiled embarrassedly: "It's killing two birds with one stone, and I lured you out."

Yan Deng tilted his head and looked out the window: "I'm more useful in the dark."

"But I want to see you more." Yan Ji blurted out, her cheeks were flushed, but then she thought of something, her face turned pale instantly, and the complicated emotions in her heart overwhelmed her, causing her to run away.

Opening the car door, Yan Ji saw a man in a peaked cap approaching stealthily.

The bald head bowed his head and walked to the side of the car. When he looked up and saw Yan Ji, his face turned pale with fright and he wanted to run away. Thinking of Yan Deng in the car, he suppressed his fear.

Yan Ji held the car door, stood outside the car with bald head, the two stared at each other, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment.

Yan Deng squinted: "Go and get lost."

The two people who wanted to run looked at each other and got into the car silently.

The bald head drove the white BMW out of the Xingweiyuan villa complex.His heart was pounding, thinking that he would become a transparent person, but he didn't dare not ask: "Boss Yan, where are we going?"

Yan Ji looked at Yan Deng: "Burger King in the comprehensive square. When I was kidnapped by Wang Xiaoping and Han Haoying that night, I deliberately left a shoe in the parking lot. I asked the police handling the case the day before yesterday, and there was no such shoe in the evidence they collected. shoe."

Yan Deng frowned slightly, Yan Ji's attitude of not wanting the police to participate was too obvious, which was different from her usual style.

Yan Deng pulled out a ten-yuan note from his bag.

Yan Ji looked at the money kept in the plastic bag, and looked at Yan Deng suspiciously.

Yan Deng handed her the money: "Han Haoying paid the parking fee, I suggest you ask the police to check your fingerprints."

Yan Ji took the paper money and looked at it, then suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Mr. Yan really has good hands and eyes, and can use the sealed bag of the Shanghai Evidence Identification Center. It should not be difficult to compare with the fingerprint database on the intranet."

The bald head shivered, feeling that he shouldn't beg his grandpa to sue his grandma for his life these days, and he spent money and owed favors.

Yan Deng took the Coke in Yan Ji's hand, unscrewed it and took a sip: "He didn't die just now."

Yan Ji was taken aback, and instantly understood Yan Deng's meaning: "You?"

Yan Deng: "I'm not sure. It might be because of me."

Yan Ji grabbed Yan Deng's hand and said softly, "It's okay, it's a good thing, don't try it."