The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Since then, the situation has become more serious.

While Qi Yan was in a hurry to find more proof materials, Yan Shiqing returned to Wang Liulin's side.

The uncle's mood has stabilized a lot, and the nerves that have been tense for too long are finally relaxed, and he needs a lot of sleep and food for healing.

He talked a lot, and the content was scattered again. After three or two hours of sleep, he suddenly woke up, and the whole person would become panicked and cramped.

If Yan Shiqing was by his side at this time, Wang Liulin would tell him a lot about what happened during the past five years.

Yan Shiqing simply stayed in the hotel, so that Wang Liulin could see him when he woke up. He took the porridge that he had cooked and blew it cold one by one, and played the image of a filial son in Wang Liulin's heart.

After such a week, Wang Liulin really trusted Yan Shiqing a lot.

He finally started to talk about some secrets. Sun Yong did his tricks, mixed with old sayings, and poured them all to Yan Shiqing.

Yan Shiqing listened patiently, while peeling the apple, not letting any information go to waste.

But when Wang Liulin saw the knife, his expression became frightened again.

Yan Shiqing put it down immediately, and asked him with concern: "What's wrong with Uncle?"

"Is something uncomfortable?"

"Xiao, Xiaoqing...?" Wang Liulin's pupils were dilated, his fingers touched the scar on his left face, and he retracted like an electric shock.

He was trembling and unable to speak, his whole body was shaking violently.

Yan Shiqing was very patient, calling his name over and over again, pouring warm water for him, turning on the heater, and calming down the frightened uncle.

"It's okay uncle, you don't have to speak if you don't want to." As he said this, his hawk-like gaze was fixed on Wang Liulin closely, and he couldn't bear to let go of even the slightest emotion.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm on your side no matter what."

That night passed, Wang Liulin didn't say anything.

Sweating all over his body, he grabbed Yan Shiqing's clothes and asked him to make some promises.

He kept threatening what punishment Yan Shiqing would get if he betrayed him, and asked him to swear to the god who had never protected him, trying to give himself some peace of mind in this way.

Yan Shiqing didn't blink his eyelids when he responded, as if he wasn't worried that the retribution he had promised would fall on him, or maybe he had no fear at all.

He no longer brought a knife to see Wang Liulin, and replaced it with other sharp objects. Even children's scissors would make Wang Liulin scream.

He grabbed Yan Shiqing's wrist, showed him the scar on his waist, and said that Sun Yong once used such scissors to chop off a piece of meat for him.

How could this kind of unsharp scissors be able to cut things? They had to be sharpened horizontally and vertically to cut them off, so that he could not survive or die.

Yan Shiqing didn't reply, put the scissors back in his bag, and glanced at the pinhole camera in the corner as if nothing had happened.

After there were too many irritating substances, Yan Shiqing began to put a little sleeping medicine into Wang Liulin's cup.

His spirit was slightly paralyzed, and he was often confused, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

After living in such a daze for a few days, one day Wang Liulin woke up in the middle of the night and saw Yan Shiqing at his bedside, playing with a dagger in his hand.

He started screaming, hysterical, frantically calling him the dirtiest words.

"Uncle." Yan Shiqing said with a smile in his voice, "This is just a toy."

Wang Liulin couldn't listen, he pinched his face, and poked the scar until it was bloody:

"No... I didn't mean to—"

"Why are you so afraid of knives?" Yan Shiqing said in a low voice, bending the blade of the toy knife, "Uncle? Where did the scar on your face come from?"

"I didn't, I didn't do it..."

"what have you done?"

"No, no, I didn't do it!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I didn't kill, it was him, he hit—"

"Uncle." Yan Shiqing called him.

"You killed someone."

Wang Liulin's voice stopped abruptly.

He put his head in his hands, as if it would take him a long time to understand the words.

Then at a very slow speed, like a rusty machine, he turned his head slowly and dullly.

His eyes were wide open, but his vision was empty, his lips were slightly parted, and he stared blankly at Yan Shiqing.

But suddenly he came back to his senses, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Shiqing's neck!

"I didn't! I said I didn't I didn't I didn't I didn't you hear me!"

His neck was flushed, his eyes were tearing apart, and he screamed pale words.

"I didn't kill him, I didn't, I didn't! It was him, it was him...he bumped into—"

"He, he also has a knife, he also wants to kill me, he just wants to kill me!"

"But he was unlucky, I was lucky, my luck was better than him, his knife fell on my face, my knife..." Wang Liulin's voice became weaker and weaker.

He paused for a while, but the strength in his hand did not decrease, and he muttered as if convincing himself: "Yes... I was lucky, I didn't kill him, he bumped into my knife by himself."

Wang Liulin was in a trance, in front of him was Yan Shiqing who was pinched by him, but he could only see the boundless red in his vision.

The dense red, with the smell of rust, invaded his senses.

With a ticking sound, the red viscous liquid dripped to the ground. Wang Liulin felt the pain, but his first reaction was not to look at his face, but lowered his head, and found the dagger he was holding tightly.

The blood soaked into the fingertips, splashed on the trousers, and landed on the pupils of the dying man at his feet.

Wang Liulin only remembered that he was screaming, and all other memories disappeared.

"It's not me, how could I kill someone...I'm so timid..."

He suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Yan Shiqing, and his hair stood on his head in an instant.

Even though he was pinching him with all his strength, Yan Shiqing's breathing was not short of breath.

With the moonlight in his eyes, he was playful and joyful, and the corners of his lips were turned up, as if he had watched a good show.

The next moment, Wang Liulin lost consciousness.

It was already a day later when he woke up again, Yan Shiqing was still sitting next to him, everything was as usual.

He did not bring any knives this time, and carefully peeled the oranges.

Wang Liulin was down for a long time, and vaguely remembered this memory, but he didn't know if it was reality or a nightmare.

He was at a loss with his mouth open, and Yan Shiqing raised his head with a puzzled expression: "Is uncle uncomfortable there?"

Wang Liulin was already in a cold sweat, his lips were trembling, and he asked after a while, "Xiao...why doesn't Xiaoqing eat apples?"

Yan Shiqing was taken aback, and replied with a smile: "I remember that uncle likes oranges more."

He smiled, without any emotion in his eyes: "If uncle wants to eat apples, I'll buy them and peel them for you right away."

Wang Liulin refused again and again, and took the oranges suspiciously and threw them away.

Three days before Qi Yan contacted the central media to expose Zhang Nuo, she specifically asked Yan Shiqing if he would consider being a victim witness.

Yan Shiqing helped Wang Liulin tuck the quilt, and replied quickly after seeing the message.

In the quiet night, the phone screen radiates a faint light.

Wang Liulin woke up suddenly, nervous for no reason, and hesitantly called him: "Xiao Qing?"

"It's okay, uncle." Even though he knew that the other party couldn't see him, Yan Shiqing still smiled, "Go to sleep, I'll be here tomorrow."

He stood by the side, waiting for Wang Liulin to fall asleep, and the moment he stepped out the door, he immediately contacted the police.

At that time, Yan Shiqing was still the object of the whole network's spurning, and the hat of scum had not been taken off. He stood on the cusp of the storm, but he caused even bigger waves.

Sun Yong mainly went to the underworld, opening up a number of shell companies on the surface, but actually doing some business of opening gambling halls and lending usury.

As the so-called three caves of the cunning rabbit, Sun Yong has been involved in a wide range of areas, running all over the world. The police have been watching him for a long time, but they can't catch anyone.

Yan Shiqing spent as much money as he did not want to, and found many informants who regarded Sun Yong as a feud, and benefited from Wang Liulin's information, and determined how far Sun Yong's hands stretched out, and which places he would go to every week.

After three days and two nights of squatting, the police caught him at a drug trafficking place in the northwest corner of the Chinese territory at ten o'clock in the morning.

This is a confidential mission, which shouldn't have received too much attention, but someone fueled the flames, exposing Sun Yong's industrial chain, and making him a serious and heinous villain to the public.

At three o'clock in the afternoon that day, Wang Liulin, who was restless in his sleep in the hotel, was awakened by a knock on the door.

He stretched his head, trying to find his nephew in panic, but he didn't even see him.

At the same time, Wang Liulin's mobile phone, computer and other communication equipment all disappeared, the TV in the hotel couldn't be turned on, and even the windows were locked tightly.

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, Wang Liulin's pupils were dilated, he was sweating, his legs were trembling, and he had to waste a lot of energy even getting out of bed.

But he held the last bit of strength and pinched the fruit knife he hid under the bed.

The bedroom door was knocked open at this moment, and the nephew's bodyguard, who claimed to be "protecting him", broke in.

Wang Liulin was held down a second before committing suicide, was knocked unconscious by Yizhang, and was caught on the wrist by a pair of silver bracelets.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Shiqing was waiting at the press conference as a special guest.

Qi Yan has a wide network of contacts, and he has found many respected people, together with authoritative media, to expose Zhang Nuo's crimes in a way of scaring chickens and monkeys.

The year-end melons are big and lively. At the end of February, Yan Shiqing once again walked under the camera, and amidst the overwhelming sound of shutters, the farce finally ended.

But the insane Wang Liulin woke up, looked at each other with several old acquaintances, and couldn't tell whether this was reality.

These contestants finally ushered in their belated punishment. A life of labor reform for the society is waiting for them. Under high-precision and high-intensity management, they will consume more than ten years or even indefinite years.

Sun Yong was sentenced to death for gang-related crimes such as drug trafficking and extortion;

Zhang Nuo was sentenced to 12 years in prison and his property was confiscated for embezzling a huge amount of money. The Minors Protection Association in Yancheng South District was merged into the management of Qi Yan;

Yang Chongjin was sentenced to eight years in prison for assisting in the crime of corruption and bribery, and had a history of arson;

Wang Liulin participated in smuggling and was sentenced to life imprisonment for accidentally killing someone while fighting with Sun Yong's subordinates;

Jiguan and Hongmao, who were already in prison, were sentenced to 12 years in prison instead of 15 years for spreading rumors.

This bloodbath started because of Yan Shiqing and ended because of Yan Shiqing.

Online reviews of him have been mixed, but criticism is in the majority.

No matter how he fixes it, the past mistakes cannot be made up for, and he is still a beast with a devoid of personality in the eyes of most people.

But Yan Shiqing didn't care too much. As the center of the storm, when the huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, he didn't want to pay attention to these trials.

He didn't go home for more than half a month, and he walked with wind. When he finally stood at the door of the house, he suddenly stopped.

What Yan Shiqing was most afraid of was here.

In front of him was his home, and there should be someone he loved inside the door, but Yan Shiqing's fingers were trembling, and the key got out of the door after several times of correcting it.

I don't know how to face Qi Jiu.

He took a deep breath, dismissed these thoughts, and finally opened the door.

The room was dark, except for the LCD TV.

A faint blue light enveloped the omega in front of the TV.

The press conference that Yan Shiqing attended in the afternoon was being played on TV, and Qi Jiu didn't turn his head until the camera of Yan Shiqing ended.

He looked at Yan Shiqing, his facial features were hidden by the dark night.

The light from the electronic screen fell on his eyes, making his pupils moist. It didn't look like he was crying, but he seemed to be suffering.

The courtyard and the porch formed a convective flow, and the violent wind hit Yan Shiqing's clothes.

The fragrance of pomelo blossoms enveloped him densely, which was the smell that Yan Shiqing longed for, but he only dared to stand where he was, and even his breath was robbed.

The beginning of spring had passed, but Yan Shiqing still felt the bone-chilling cold, mixed with the wind of grapefruit blossoms, flowing into the blood and into the bones, making him unable to move.

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