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Chapter 210

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Ma Houde and Ye Yan looked extremely serious.

Since last night, they hadn't closed their eyes for more than five minutes — even though Kingkong had been locked up.

But Yu Hua was dead.

The people who rushed to the old Chinese medicine doctor's place couldn't help sweating when they saw the scene!

The state of Yu Hua's death was too horrifying!

His whole body was lying in a pool of sticky, almost black blood. Most of his muscles were torn open, and there was no part of him that was intact … The real bloody mess was probably like this.

And the cracks on the floor.

Turning over Yu Hua's body, Ye Yan looked at everything here silently. He frowned, "These damages should be caused by Yu Hua …"

Sir Ma also frowned, "What kind of torture could make a person become like this …"

Ma Houde looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor with a pale face, "You really didn't see anything? You can't even hear a thing when you're in this state? "

The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head, his face full of fear, "Sir Ma, how can I lie to you? Since you started working for me, I've been treating you for decades. Don't you know what kind of person I am? I saw the situation as soon as I woke up, so I immediately contacted you! "

"This …" Ma Houde took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of blood. It was like the smell of dead fish in the sewers. It was fishy and stinky!

"Could it be someone from Michael Club?" He had to look at his old partner Ye Yan, asking the first thought in his mind.

Ye Yan shook his head, sighing, "No matter what, Yu Hua is dead … Besides, he's just a buyer, so he shouldn't know much about Michael Club. The key is to go to △ xiao ↓ say △ w



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Ma Houde nodded, "I'll send people to watch this guy 24 hours a day. He can't even commit suicide! I don't believe that the people from the Michael Club have the guts to break into the police station! "

With this, Sir Ma patted Ye Yan's shoulder, "Bro, don't worry, I'll send more people. As long as that lady is still here, I'll definitely help you find her … and that batch of goods!"

Ye Yan patted Ma Houde's hand on his shoulder, forcing a smile. He heaved a long sigh, looking at the sky outside the window, "It's dawn."

"Shall I send you back to the Peace Hotel?" Ma Houde thought for a while.

Ye Yan shook his head. "It's okay. I want to be alone. Let me know if there's any news from Kingkong.

"You won't go missing again, will you?" Ma Houde asked seriously.

"It's okay, you can tell your tigress that you're safe." Ye Yan smiled. He shook his black windbreaker and walked out of the door.





After washing his face, Luoqiu looked at himself in the mirror … The feeling in the Chinese medicine pharmacy had faded away from his heart.

Yu Hua broke his usual calmness. After he finished the transaction, it was like an oil lamp that burned out.

He returned to his room quickly, sitting in front of the desk.

There were two letters here … which were written by Jessica. Of course, according to her request, the contents of these two letters were invalid.

But it didn't mean that he couldn't open them — Moreover, the appointed time had passed, 7: 01 AM.

Luoqiu tore open the first letter.

"There's an island in the Pacific Ocean. It's the 'heaven' of Michael Club. There are many people living there, including children, adults … believers. So, please liberate those people on this island. If my soul is not enough, I can at least rescue my mother and free her from the beliefs of the Michael Club, so that she can start a new life and forget my existence. "

There wasn't much content.

But this was what Jessica wanted from the club after considering that her plan had failed.

Luoqiu took this letter and put it on the top of the trash can. Since Jessica knew that her mother was just a scam, this letter had no value to exist anymore.

It burned in the air and the ashes scattered in the small trash can.

Luoqiu closed his eyes. He put his palm on the second letter but didn't open it immediately.



This lock couldn't stop Ye Yan.

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered the scene where Jessica gave him her gun not long ago. He heaved a long sigh, running his fingers across the furniture in this unit.

He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes … It seemed that Jessica was sitting beside him. It seemed that she was eavesdropping on the sound of the tapping device installed in Luoqiu's house downstairs.

Ye Yan covered his ears with his hands, tilting his head slightly.

He thought that Jessica should be like this too.

All of a sudden, Ye Yan pinched his finger and put it on his lips. He imagined that he was holding a recording pen. He imagined what Jessica would say if she was the one who recorded it.

"I … came here, came to Ye Yan's hometown …?"

Ye Yan put down his hand, showing a smile that was neither happy nor sad. Even he himself didn't know … It was probably a smile.

He looked around the room casually. Suddenly, he saw a black suitcase under the tea table of the sofa.

Ye Yan took out the suitcase subconsciously. He touched the leather of the suitcase … It was a familiar suitcase.

Ye Yan opened it.

A saxophone, a letter, and a USB flash drive.

It was a two-page envelope.



"To Ye Yan,"

"I know that you will come here again, and it will most likely be soon. I know that you must be curious about who I am. "

"I've always been a member of Michael's Club. Since I was a child, I grew up under the organization's training. "

"Yes, I've always believed that the Michael Club is the object of my faith for the rest of my life. Until, until I met you. "

"I even remember that three years ago, when I first saw you in the crowd at the airport, I still remember that you were the first person I saw. Your face was full of beard, like a drunkard who hadn't woken up yet. And the melancholy in your eyes. "

"It's been three years, can't you smile happily?"

"I know that there's always someone in your heart. And I, maybe in this life, can't become that person. "

"But in these three years, in the 25 years of my life, there's you."

"I'm afraid I'm the kind of person you hate the most. Because you can't imagine, during the time I lurked in the Criminal Police Organization, how many things I did that went against your values, and how many innocent people I let fall into the whirlpool of misfortune. You can't imagine, before this, how many things I did for the so-called belief, which now seems inconceivable. "

"I'm a demon. And now, this demon will become an avenger. "

"The information in this USB flash drive is what I know, the information of the spies arranged by the organization in the headquarters, the evidence of their crimes, and the information of how you were framed. This is enough for you to prove your innocence, and allow you to obtain a significant contribution. "

"Do you still remember? Three years ago, you gave me a share of the credit. I think the words you said at that time are also applicable now. It's just that the person speaking is me. "

"Ye Yan, please don't look for me."

"Finally, can you play the saxophone for me?"

Ye Yan closed his eyes and slowly sighed, "Jessica …"



Luoqiu tore the second letter.

"If I fail and die, if Michael Club also let my mother be punished and die in anger, please let Ye Yan live happily in this life. And, forget me. "

Luoqiu didn't burn it.

He just folded the letter carefully and slowly put it into the envelope again.

When the familiar sound of the saxophone faintly came from upstairs, Luoqiu locked the letter in his hand in the drawer. He closed his eyes.

He put his hands in front of his body, imagining that he was also holding the saxophone. His fingers, following the sound and rhythm, bounced up and down.

That was the fingering method of this song.

Upstairs, Ye Yan picked up the saxophone left by Jessica, standing in the quiet living hall. The glimmer of the early morning made this place as lazy and dark as a stage.

He played slowly. She stood on the roof of the building, looking at the rising sun.

She covered her left ear with one hand, feeling the breeze and listening to the sound from the small earphone.

The breeze lifted her hair and blew away her thoughts at the same time.

A drop of tear fell down.

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