Jinyiwei work report

Jiang Zhan held Song Yingbai's shoulders, made him lie flat on the ground, and tested his breath and pulse.

Little Zhuge kept tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, and shook his head, "People, it's all like this. I don't know how much I weigh. Even if you see the location of the Hell Well, you may not be able to find it. Even if you can find it , you have seen Hell Well, even if you don’t lose your life, be careful not to become blind.”

With a cold expression of "this has nothing to do with you", Jiang Zhan stretched out his hand in front of little Zhuge, "You brought these yellow sands from the place where the hell well is, right? Give them to me now."

No one is allowed to know the location of Hell Well like him.

"Here you are, I shouldn't have brought the sand out in the first place." Little Zhuge handed the jar of yellow sand to Jiang Zhan, "I really regret it now, if I hadn't seen Hell Well, I know the future What's the use?"

"I can let you out."

Little Zhuge quickly waved his hands, "Excuse me, I do Feng Shui calculations for the jailers here from time to time, and they treat me well. There is food and drink here, and you don't have to deal with all kinds of annoying relationships. You can eat whatever you want." It is so convenient to sleep when I sleep, and take out the written things to print.

Occasionally, a few idiots like Ning Caichen will be locked in for me to play tricks on.

Just don't bother me, let's go, I'm going to sleep. "

He arched into the haystack, put his hands in front of him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"It's up to you." Jiang Zhan put away the yellow sand, helped Song Yingbai, and left the prison.

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The first thing Song Yingbai recovered was the sense of pain. His head hurt like it was going to split open. Even the slightest movement of opening his eyes could make him gasp in pain.

What came into view was the furnishings of the inn, and it could be seen that it was getting late outside. It seemed that he was transported back to the inn from the prison to rest.

"you're awake?"

Hearing Jiang Zhan's voice, Song Yingbai turned his head vigorously, and saw him sitting in a blind spot in front of him, sitting in front of a chair by the side of the wall, staring at him calmly.

Song Yingbai said, fortunately, she didn't scold anyone just now.

"Hmm..." He slowly sat up, "My lord, are you alright?"

Jiang Zhan got up and walked up to him, saying, "It doesn't matter to me, and it doesn't matter to you either, you can recover after two more days of rest."

"..." Song Yingbai rubbed his temples, "I'm relieved to hear what your lord said."

After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Zhan asked straight to the point: "What did you see?"

I knew you were waiting for me to wake up and interrogate me, "I saw a vast desert... and a sunset... a low, dilapidated clay building, like an inn..."

Jiang Zhan asked, "Anything else?"

"By the way, there is a wine flag hanging in front of the inn, with words on it..."

Jiang Zhan sat on the edge of the bed, "What did you write?"

"It seems to be some kind of inn..."

Jiang Zhan obviously let out a sigh of relief, "What's the use of the word inn when you see it? You should read the first two words. You might as well see as much as I do. I have read one more word than you anyway."

"Of course adults are better than subordinates." Song Yingbai squinted his eyes and tried hard to recall, "It seems to be a word, what kind of mouth inn."

He didn't ask Jiang Zhan what the word he saw was, it's not his job to talk too much.

"Mouth?" Jiang Zhan was skeptical, "Think about it again, don't worry."

Song Yingbai nodded.

Jiang Zhan glanced at the table, "I ordered ginseng soup for you, and you can go to the ground in a while, remember to drink it."

"Thank you, sir." He was considered a work-related injury, no wonder he was subsidized, "I'll drink now."

Although Song Yingbai was dizzy and had a severe headache, but lying down all the time might make the pain worse, and it would be good to move around on the ground.

Jiang Zhan got up, sat down at the table in advance, watched Song Yingbai grinning as he got down to the ground, and moved over step by step, covering his forehead.

Song Yingbai supported the table, sat down slowly, felt the ginseng soup was still hot, took a sip with the spoon.

Before he could swallow it down, Jiang Zhan said, "By the way, what did you mean when you said 'Did Li Zhen ask you to bring me here'?"

After speaking, she looked at him with clear eyes.

Song Yingbai was shocked, but still moved his Adam's apple, swallowed the ginseng soup, and then slowly raised his head in confusion: "What?"

It's over, it's over, Jiang Zhan became suspicious because he was too excited to make a slip of the tongue.

Jiang Zhan repeated the question again.

Song Yingbai squinted his eyes and pretended to be thinking, "I never said that. Besides, who is Li Zhen?"

For someone like him who has only been in Jinyiwei for less than a year, it is normal for him not to know his name. He has no choice but to play dumb now.

Anyway, he had just suffered a major injury, so if he didn't remember it, he just didn't remember it.

The corners of Jiang Zhan's mouth tightened, and there was nothing he could do about Song Yingbai's blatant denial, "Forget it, you should have a good rest, and if you remember the words on the banner, tell me right away."

Song Yingbai wanted to get up to see him off, but Jiang Xian motioned him to sit down, turned and went out.

Song Yingbai closed his eyes, supported his cheek with one hand, and slowly scooped up the ginseng soup with the other.

There was a rapid fall in front of my eyes again, the crimson sunset, the desert filled with smoke and sand, and the solitary buildings.

The flag fluttered and was fully unfolded by the strong wind. The words on it were clearly visible...

Inn... there is another word in front of it... very simple... like a word...

no, not mouth...

It's the door, it's the word door!

Song Yingbai suddenly opened his eyes, put down the spoon, stumbled out the door, went to the corridor, and walked towards Jiang Zhan's room by touching the railing.

When he got to the door of Jiang Zhan's room, he raised his hand as if filled with lead, and knocked three times.

The moment the door opened, he just felt that he was not good again, his world was spinning, as if he had been drunk or hit with a sap, and he fell straight forward.

Jiang Zhan caught the man, and just about to push him away, he heard the other party say angrily: "It's the word door, what kind of inn...it's definitely good."

Zheng Yuan next door heard the movement, opened the door to probe, and saw Song Yingbai lying on Jiang Zhan's shoulder, whispering something in his ear, he couldn't help but tilt his head, a little confused.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you come over to help and send him back."

Zheng Yuan came over and helped Song Yingbai away, "Go back and rest, don't move around."

Song Yingbai walked here with difficulty, how could he waste his time, and said to Jiang Zhan, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Zheng Yuan didn't understand why these two people were whispering suddenly.

Jiang Zhan was a little helpless, "I heard you clearly, you can go back and rest."

Only then did Song Yingbai leave with a happy face.

When Zheng Yuan helped the confused Song Yingbai away, Jiang Zhan subconsciously touched the roots of his ears, as if the warm breath of Song Yingbai's words to him just now was still there, and rubbed them with his fingertips.

What Song Yingbai saw was the word door...to match the word dragon he saw...

Then it is "Dragon Inn".