Chapter 865 Secrets

　　Inside the room.

　　Cailan’s afterglow swept over An Qingyu and Chen Gou, who were still chatting outside, and gently closed the door to the room before a white figure floated out of the earth and hovered by her side.

　　”Sister Jia Lan.” Jiang’er’s voice came from the earphones in Jia Lan’s ears, “I’ve just taken a look around this neighborhood, and apart from a few radios that have broken down, there aren’t any electronic devices in this village, not even a single cell phone.”

　　Considering that Jiang Er’s ghostly state was too scary, plus how carrying a coffin in the middle of the night and knocking on the villagers’ doors didn’t seem like a normal person, An Qingyu went ahead and hid Jiang Er’s coffin in a cave outside of the village, and borrowed a caretaker from Lin Qiyi to protect the coffin and prevent Jiang Er from having any accidents.

　　With Jiang Er’s current [Psychic Field] coverage, even if the coffin was in the cave, she could still move freely within the fishing village in the form of a magnetic field.

　　”This place does seem to be a bit backward.” Caran’s gaze swept over the dilapidated house, finally resting on top of a wall that had already lost its paint.

　　On that grayish-brown wall, there were several old-fashioned photo frames hanging, and within the frames were old, somewhat yellowed photos, and in the background, next to the coastline of this fishing village, on the hull of a small, worn-out boat, a middle-aged man with a seven or eight year old boy, carrying a few large fishes in his hands, was laughing happily.

　　The middle-aged man in the photo was exactly what the fisherman named Chen Gou outside looked like when he was young.

　　”He doesn’t look very old in the photo?” Jiang’er pondered, “His son should be in his twenties now?”

　　”About the same.”

　　Calan moved his eyes away from the photo and began to survey the other details of the house.

　　Jiang’er was helping out, while torn, and finally spoke curiously, “Sister Jia Lan ……”

　　”Hmm?”

　　”I heard that you and Seven Nights shook the bed down last night?”

　　”Cough cough cough ……”

　　Hearing those words, Calan nearly choked and coughed violently.

　　”No …… it’s not what you think.” With reddened cheeks, Calan spoke somewhat incoherently, “We did collapse the bed, but …… but we didn’t do anything!”

　　Jiang’er’s gaze subtly swept Jia Lan’s legs, “Well, look out.”

　　Calan’s face turned even redder.

　　Jiang Er looked at this appearance of Jia Lan, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and after she hesitated for a moment, she still opened her mouth tentatively, “But Sister Jia Lan …… would this not be too good?”

　　”Hmm?”

　　”What I mean is that …… God’s Ruins are God’s Ruins after all, and even if [False Love] can make someone else feel madly in love, this kind of love is false after all ah.” Jiang Er said seriously, “Even if you stab the Seven Nights with the arrow of the God of Love, his love will always fade one day, this kind of love …… that is forcibly bestowed is not desirable.”

　　Jia Lan looked at Jiang Er’s incomparably serious expression and blinked, a smirk surfacing in those pure black gem-like eyes.

　　She gently walked to Jiang Er’s side, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously:

　　”Actually ……”

　　After a burst of whispering from Calan, Jiang’er’s mouth couldn’t help but open up, and her eyes were filled with surprise as she looked at her.

　　”So you actually ……”

　　”Shhh!” Jia Lan made a silent gesture at her and said with a smile, “Don’t say anything about this matter, okay? It’s so hard for his elm brain to be enlightened, it won’t work if you say it out!”

　　Jiang’er nodded heavily, “Don’t worry Sister Jia Lan!”

　　Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction, and was about to open the door and walk out when her afterglow suddenly swept over something and stopped in her tracks.

　　She squinted her eyes slightly and gazed at the old photo on the very edge of the wall, only to see that at the two corners of this father and son photo, there were two names written crookedly, with pinyin in them, which should have been written by a child who had just begun to learn how to write.

　　On the side of the middle-aged man on the left, it reads “Chen Gou (third tone)”.

　　On the side of the child on the right, who was laughing, there were two words written in the same crooked font:Chen Lu.

　　Vigilante Headquarters.

　　Interrogation Room.

　　In the dark and damp small room, an old man with a head full of silver hair was imprisoned in the center, his eyes tightly closed, his expression solemn and serene, and in front of him, a man with a fierce face was standing there, a cold ghostly light emanating from his body.

　　”Chen Lu, I advise you not to be ignorant!” The man spoke morosely, “I honored you as a hero of the Night Watch back then, and gave you enough face, so don’t force me!”

　　Chen Lao’s eyes widened slightly, gazing at the man in front of him for a moment before smiling gently.

　　”Your name is Tan Maoxun, right? I remember you, back then when I was the chief instructor at the training camp, your grades were very good, you went on this path, or was it the advice I gave ……”

　　Tan Maoxun’s eyes trembled, his fierce expression froze on his face, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say some more harsh words, but how could he not find that feeling anymore.

　　”The child …… doesn’t need to be nervous or feel offended, just so that I can see what point you have grown to after so many years.” Chen Lao spoke gently, “Come on, use your most confident means, see if you can pry open my mouth and get what you want.”

　　Tan Maohun clenched his teeth, and after a few moments of being tangled in place, the ghostly light around his body erupted once again.

　　”Fine, then I’ll let you see …… it.”

　　He violently stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chen Lao’s chest, and the spectral light madly surged into Chen Lao’s body like a thorn.

　　Chen Lao’s body had been completely flooded by the ethereal light, his body shook, those thorns of ethereal light were stabbing every inch of his skin all over his body at an alarming frequency, the intense pain caused his brows to wrinkle up slightly, his expression was a little agonized …… but that was all.

　　”Say! Where is the [Mask] squad! What exactly do you want to do?!” Tan Mao Xun opened his mouth with a low growl.

　　Under the torture of severe pain, Chen Lao’s pale cheeks trembled slightly as a smile appeared on his face and he said nonchalantly:

　　”Not bad, compared to back then, you have improved a lot …… worthy of being the student I taught.”

　　Tan Maohun’s pupils contracted violently.

　　His chest rose and fell violently, and a vicious color surfaced in his eyes as the spectral light around him still surged into Elder Chen’s body in a steady stream.

　　And Elder Chen still smiled between the spectral light, his eyes full of praise, but he did not have the slightest intention of saying one more word.

　　”Enough!”

　　Zuo Qing’s voice came from outside the interrogation room, the ethereal light around Tan Maohun gave a lurch and retreated back into his body like a tidal wave, he took two steps backward to the side and respectfully bowed slightly to Zuo Qing.

　　”Commander Zuo …….”

　　Zuo Qing walked in from outside the door, frowning at the silver-haired old man with a smile on his brow, his fists clenched tightly without control.

　　”Why don’t you continue?” Chen Lao leisurely opened his mouth, “If this one can’t be tried, why don’t you change someone else?”