Chapter Fifty-One: Kidnapping

At eleven in the morning, Yin Nian and Yuan Yin arrived at the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Yuan Yin waited in the car while Yin Nian went in alone.

The detective in charge of the Yan Ming case received Yin Nian.

“Around eight o’clock last night, Yang Yonggui and his wife Wu Guihua were found dead at their home—” The detective dropped a bombshell as soon as he spoke, leaving Yin Nian stunned. The detective continued, “From the scene, it appears that Yang Yonggui quarreled with his wife, accidentally killed her, and then, overwhelmed by guilt, hanged himself at home. However, some doubts remain; we are still investigating and have not reached a conclusion.”

The detective handed Yin Nian a copy of Yang Yonggui’s suicide note and said, “In the note, Yang mentioned the Yang Po accident case. Take a look and see if it aligns with your knowledge.”

Before the detective finished speaking, Er Ya suddenly jumped out of the box, excitedly shouting, “Where is it? Where is it?” His eyes gleamed with a green light, like a hungry dog spotting a bone.

He gazed at Yu Zi with a look of fascination and longing. Her aristocratic pride seemed to satisfy him deeply and stirred his heart.

“Chaos!!! The Shield of Zeus!!!” Facing this ancient, venomous mother, Zhao Yi felt no relaxation at all; instead, he sensed a deathly premonition unlike anything he had ever experienced.

“Yesterday, Uncle Zi Jian came to see me,” Shang Sanguan felt it necessary to tell Du Heng, fearing that if Uncle Zi Jian acted impulsively and made an irreversible mistake, it would be too late.

As September neared its end, the four members of the Black Hole band reunited, immersing themselves in the recording studio to work on their new album.

She had become a local celebrity in the village. When a few people saw her arrive, they assumed she was there for a medical consultation and greeted her politely. Yang Qingyan openly stated that she had come to consult Doctor Li about some medical matters.

Since Chi Yucheng worked under Susan, and Wu Yaer’s call came at an inopportune moment, Susan overheard their entire conversation, catching every word clearly.

“It’s not yet mealtime; these patients haven’t had a chance to eat or take their medicine. If someone were to poison them, their food and tonic would be the primary targets.”

“Thank you! Thank you all for coming to my concert.” After finishing her song, Yu Ge stood at the front of the stage and spoke earnestly.

The enemy lifted the siege of Wolf Fang Ridge in just three days. If they really charged at the rebels, could he really stand his ground and fight to the death?

He had come here to save Lan Ruofei and could not flee; otherwise, her death was certain.

Thinking of the gentle voice by his ear last night and that somewhat elusive figure, Ye Hua’s heart leapt. A subtle arc formed at the corner of his eye, filled with anticipation as he pulled back the quilt—only for the smile to freeze instantly, replaced by his usual coldness.

Then came screams, shouts, and wails from below. The soldiers hadn’t even managed to dress before being burned alive, tumbling and writhing in agony.

“Space and time… have I truly touched these two supreme laws?” A gleam of insight flashed in Zi Yun Yuan’s eyes. Although he did not sense any threat from Dao Wuhen, the latter’s displayed strength undoubtedly rivaled his own.

“What’s going on?” After some time together, Su Qing knew Huang Fei was a bit of a troublemaker and didn’t take his teasing seriously.

She would never forget that if she consummated her relationship with Yue Zhengrong while the poison was still in her system, she would surely die. She was not ready to die; she had yet to live her life fully.

She had every reason to believe that Hua Bichen, the head of Huamanlou, possessed the ability to unlock her handcuffs.

The Financial Institute was full of “madmen,” but even among them, there were doves and hawks. The doves believed “financial practitioners must be strictly regulated,” while the hawks held an extreme view that “every financial worker without exception is a criminal.”

Someone once said that death has an aura. Ling Meng truly felt the breath of death drawing near.