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Qin Wuyi was locked in an empty woodshed behind the old house in Qing Shi Lane.

This house was bought by Wu Qingyuan in his early years. It was left empty and not used much. It has two courtyards, with high walls and deep courtyards, so even the loudest noises cannot be heard outside.

Song Tiezhu's men set up three guard posts outside the woodshed and even brought over a retired military dog ​​from Iron Shield Logistics. The dog squatted at the gate and bared its teeth at anyone who approached.

Jiang Ruoxi complained that the dog was barking too loudly, but Ye Chen said, "Let it bark, it's better than those silent things outside."

Ye Chen did not interrogate Qin Wuyi until the morning of the next day.

His chest wound hadn't fully healed, and his left arm was wrapped in thick bandages, but his steps as he walked out from behind were still steady, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Ruoxi was worried, so she moved a chair to the outer room and listened through half a wooden window.

Aygul leaned against the door with her knife in her arms, while her ghost servant sat on the stone steps in the courtyard, basking in the sun with his eyes closed, but his ears were perked up.

Qin Wuyi was tied to an old wooden chair, his hands and feet tightly bound with oil-soaked thick ropes, and Ye Chen's silver needles were stuck in his shoulder sockets, blocking his path to circulate his internal energy.

The old man had woken up, his face was pale, his lips were dry and chapped, but his eyes still had that cold, brooding look, like a snake whose vital spot had been temporarily held down.

Ye Chen sat down opposite him, took out a lollipop from his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

He didn't rush to speak, just sat there as if waiting for the tea to cool down.

Neither of them spoke first, and the woodshed was so quiet that the faint hum of the old light bulb on the roof beam could be heard.

After a long while, Qin Wuyi spoke first, his voice dry and deep, as if scraped from the depths of his throat: "You can't hold me back. Even if you seal my acupoints with silver needles, I can still break free. You'd better kill me now."

"If you were more tolerant, you wouldn't be saying these things to me." Ye Chen took the lollipop out of his mouth and pointed to his shoulder.

"Those two needles are inserted at the intersection of the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming and the Heart Meridian of Hand Shaoyin. The more internal force you use, the deeper the needles will penetrate. If you use a little more force, you can cripple both of your arms. Do you believe it?"

Qin Wuyi remained silent.

He knows his physical condition better than anyone else.

When those two needles went in, he felt as if his spine had been pulled out; he couldn't even lift a finger, let alone breathe.

Ye Chen stood up, walked to Qin Wuyi, and looked down at him: "I have three questions for you. First, how many people does Blackwater have left in the provincial capital, and where are their strongholds? Second, where is the stuff you took from the dock's basement? Third, who set up Ye Changfeng twenty years ago? Answer me clearly, and I'll give you a quick death. If you don't, I have plenty of ways to make you suffer more than you're dead."

Qin Wuyi closed her eyes, as if weighing her options.

After a few seconds, he let out a very low sneer: "You, a junior, dare to mention Ye Changfeng? I saw him for the last time at the dock. He was alone, covered in wounds, standing by the river, saying that if he was going to die, he would take the whole Blackwater family down with him. In the end, he jumped into the river. All of you Ye family members have this kind of temper, both foul and stubborn."

Ye Chen's fingers clenched unconsciously.

But his face remained expressionless, and he even smiled slightly: "You killed the conversation. I thank you on his behalf, and you even praised the Ye family for their strong temper."

Qin Wuyi opened her eyes, stared at Ye Chen for a long while, and finally slowly revealed the truth.

"Besides Wei Qing and me, who have already been killed, Blackwater has three other hideouts in the provincial capital: one in the South Goods Yard, one in a car wash in the west of the city, and one hidden in a fishing tackle shop on an island in the river. Fang Jiuzhi, whom you arrested, only handles the dirty work. The one in the South Goods Yard is Blackwater's accountant in the provincial capital, surnamed Ji, and he has nearly ten years' worth of Blackwater's account books. The car wash is for transporting goods, and the island in the river is for hiding people. As for what I took..."

Qin Wuyi paused for a moment, then looked at Ye Chen's waist: "It's an iron box. I've already had someone take the box to Jiangxin Island; it's not on me."

"What is it?" Ye Chen asked.

"It's related to Jiang Ruoxi, and also to the jade pendant that Jiang Yuanshan brought out of the ancient tomb back then. The box contains a note left by Jiang Yuanshan, which was found on his body after Heishui killed him. It records the whole story of his tomb exploration with your uncle Su Youdao, as well as the true location of the third rubbing. We investigated for twenty years before finding this secret room at the dock. But by the time we got the box, I was already unable to leave the provincial capital."

Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless.

He had long suspected that Jiang Yuanshan might have left something behind back then.

Wu Qingyuan once said that Jiang Yuanshan was a geological engineer and had a habit of taking notes.

If his notes contain the true location of the third rubbing, then the mystery that Heishui has been pursuing for twenty years may lie in that iron box.

"One last question, who poisoned my mother, and who set up my father?" Ye Chen's voice was extremely low, as if it were coming from underground.

Qin Wuyi looked at him with a complicated expression.

After a long silence, he slowly uttered three words: "It's Fang Jiuzhi."

Ye Chen's pupils suddenly contracted. Fang Jiuzhi?

Is he the man who tied up Jiang Ruoxi on the side road, crippled her wrist with a knife, and then bound her like a dumpling?

His younger brother, Zhang Heng, was a mole in the Jiang Group, but he himself was involved in the deaths of Ye Chen's parents.

"Are you kidding me?" Ye Chen's voice was as cold as well water in the twelfth lunar month.

"When Fang Jiuzhi was young, he was a cleaner on the outskirts of Blackwater. He was skilled in using poison. He was the one who set up your mother's trail back then. Later, he was transferred to be the head of the action team. Your father found out about him and wanted to kill him, but your mother couldn't wait any longer. Your father went alone into the Dragon Heart Ancient Cave, hoping to obtain the Heavenly Physician Creation Technique to save your mother's life, but he didn't make it out."

"Go on."

Qin Wuyi paused here, then suddenly smiled, a cold and cruel smile: "So you see, you're just like your father, unafraid of death for women. Unfortunately, women will only make you die faster."

Ye Chen suddenly reached out and gently pinched Qin Wuyi's chin, forcing him to tilt his head back.

Ye Chen's eyes were dark and deep, like two bottomless pits that sucked in light. His voice was so soft it sounded like he was saying goodbye to a dying man: "Fang Jiuzhi used to be a poisoner when he was young. Now that he's in my hands, guess what I'll do to him?"

Qin Wuyi remained silent.

Ye Chen released his grip, slowly took two steps back, and looked towards the door.

Jiang Ruoxi was still sitting on the chair in the outer room, looking over through the window, her teacup already cold.

Ye Chen nodded slightly to her, then strode out.

The sunlight outside bathed the ground, and the ghost servant had already stood up, holding an iron ruler in his hand, as if waiting for his command.

Ye Chen walked into the courtyard, looked up at the sky, then looked down at his left hand wrapped in bandages. He suddenly said to the ghost servant, "Uncle Ghost, don't kill Fang Jiuzhi yet."

Ye Chen's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the deepest part of his chest: "I'm taking him somewhere."

The ghost servant didn't ask where they were going, but simply put the iron ruler back at his waist and gave a low reply: "Okay."