1787: C1787 Wealthy Marriage 1714

C1787 Wealthy Marriage 1714

"Never mind."

They walked into the morgue. The room was huge, roughly a hundred square meters. There were ice cabinets on all four sides, with nine large tables in the middle. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

The killer could be in the freezer, or in the white cloth that covered the counter. Ding Yiyi's scalp was numb, as if she was drunk with the smell of alcohol.

"Turn around." Ye Nianmo pulled her over by the shoulder and turned her to face the wall. "Wait for me."

"I'll help!" she said quickly.

The man raised his eyebrows. "Be obedient and wait for me here."

Ding Yiyi could hear Sissel's voice. She could imagine the various ways the bodies inside the freezer would die as they were opened one by one.

She was so scared that she almost screamed after being hit on the shoulder. Her mouth was covered at the right time.

She looked at Ye Nianmo's expression. It was not sad, nor was it sad. There was heaviness and relief.

"Not him?"

Ye Nianmo nodded, "No."

Ding Yiyi had just let out a breath of relief when she heard hurried footsteps outside the door. "What's wrong with you?"

What should he do? If they were discovered, the other side would definitely be able to guess that they were here.

There were voices outside the door, as if the person who had been knocked unconscious had been shaken awake. Both sides seemed to be arguing.

"I'm sure no one is coming in here!" The person who had been knocked unconscious roared.

Ding Yiyi's heart tightened as the other person insisted on opening the door.

The door was opened and a cold breeze blew across the room. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one could be seen.

Under the white cloth, Ding Yiyi breathed softly, her face close to Ye Nianmo's.

He suddenly realized that the man in front of him had extremely good skin. He didn't have a single pimple mark on his skin at all.

There was no sound from outside. The door closed and the two of them sat up.

"What do we do now? Everyone is waiting outside. We can't force our way out, right? "

Ye Nianmo didn't seem to be worried at all. He asked Ding Yiyi to turn her back on the room as he continuously lifted the white cloths in the room.

Outside the door, he said, "Hey, you know what it's like to eat those things, right? Don't do it again when you're working. Luckily, I was the one you met. If it was anyone else, let's see how you take care of the aftermath."

"Please don't tell anyone about what happened today." The man knew that the white powder was released by the person who knocked him out, but he couldn't say what the pain was now. If he was caught, it would be terrible. He could only swallow this bitter fruit into his own stomach.

There was a sound coming from inside the door. The two of them wanted to take a look before immediately opening the door.

"Wow!"

Seeing the unrecognizable man sitting in front of the door, even the staunch man was frightened. The two of them almost forced themselves to go closer and look at the dead body. They were too scared to notice the two who had slipped away from behind the door.

The trip was exciting and exciting, and when she got back to the car, Ding Yiyi was still panting heavily.

After finding out that the dead man was not Siwen Bing, both of them rushed to the hotel anxiously.

Inside the hotel, in a spacious hotel room, the balcony window was open, and beige embroidered curtains were fluttering in the wind.

A green leaf flew in with the wind and landed on the bed. It was picked up by a slender white hand.

Siwen Bing sat on the floor, guarding the sleeping person beside the bed.

Why was his eyelids so swollen? Did he cry? He must be so sad to know that the person who killed Hamed was him.

Looking at her sleeping face, he couldn't help but reach out his hand, but he stopped mid-air. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

He shouldn't have come, or rather, there was no reason to come, but he knew for no reason that she would cry. As expected, it was more painful than he had imagined.

"Do you like me?" Her slender fingers traced across her delicate cheeks. The person that was sleeping let out a sound of "sob" before falling into a deep sleep.

There was no need for such a response. He got up and placed the leaf by her side. It was time to leave.

Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo just came in from the hotel. She was so anxious to take a bath that she smelled like alcohol and weird smells.

A man hurried past with his head bowed, his hat pulled low, and a delicate fragrance on his body.

"Yiyi." Ye Nianmo stopped walking, "Go take a shower first, I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes."

Sitting in the car, Siwen Bing let out a sigh. He started the car and was going to do his own thing.

A Porsche appeared out of nowhere and was still discovered? He sped up.

At night, a Porsche and a Hui Teng sped through the night. Even when they turned a corner, the car's speed didn't slow down.

In the square, Hui Teng. who was at the front, stopped first. Siwen Bing got off the car and took off his hat.

"So it turns out that Ye Family's butler was no ordinary person. This really surprises me." Ye Nianmo got out of the car and stared at him with wolf-like eyes, "What plans do you have towards Ye Family?"

"Nope." Siwen Bing answered cleanly.

Ye Nianmo didn't struggle over this issue. He believed him and had already investigated everything that he had done in the past few years after he suspected Hai Ziyu of finding Wu Tie.

As the butler of Ye Family, he did his best, and there was nothing to pick at.

"What about Ziyu?" He looked at his opponent with a deep gaze.

Siwen Bing said, "Don't worry about her. This isn't a place she should be."

"Should I tell her?" Ye Nianmo spoke slowly, "Tell her that you are dead, and make her give up completely. Or tell her that you are not dead, and that she is still the same as before."

The other party didn't say anything, only staring at him coldly.

That's right, Ye Nianmo was trying to force him. If he let Hai Ziyu continue walking, then this matter must be clarified.

"Tell her, or not?" He took a step closer.

"Whatever." Siwen Bing got into the car and drove away.

Casual? If he didn't feel anything at all, shouldn't he reject him immediately? Ye Nianmo was deep in thought.

Returning to the apartment, Siwen Bing got out of the car, leaned against the car door and lit up a mint cigarette.

As the heavy exhaust gushed out, the cold sensation of mint spread through his chest.

"Come out." He threw the cigarette butt on the floor and said coldly to the door.

The door opened and a few men came out. They said respectfully, "Grand Master is waiting for you."

"Shengdia, an anti-government organization, opposes the regime of the Uruk, thinks that the government is not doing anything, that it is trying to overthrow the government and create a peaceful new world, and who the leader is is is unknown to all of them, there are all kinds of opinions, some say that he is an old man, some say that he is a very young man, and no one has ever seen the leader.

"The emphasis is on peace and peace. In recent years, the organization has been constantly growing, with more and more supporters. However, the most controversial thing is the assassination attempt that took place every few years. There is no evidence to support it."

Shengdia Organization was a mysterious existence in the Uruk, and also an organization that could not be underestimated.

It was a very ordinary room, with bookshelves on all four sides and neatly stacked books. Apart from the books, the most eye-catching things in the room were the old clothes rack phonograph and the large, comfortable, single chair beside the phonograph.

The old record was slowly turning on the phonograph. The needle drew across the slot in the record. It was a very old French music.

The barber, who looked to be in his sixties, skillfully applied white foam to the man's chin, then picked up a razor and gently and precisely scraped off the white foam.

Lying on the wide chair was an old man who seemed to have reached the end of his life. His chest was always faintly floating, and if not for the fact that the turbid air coming from his nose occasionally hit the barber's hairy arm, he would have looked like a dead man.

Siwen Bing stood aside. He had been here for half an hour, but he didn't say anything. Similarly, the old man didn't seem to see him at all. Only the Barber had glanced at him in the beginning.

The person who disappeared for nine years had already matured when he came back, and the old man of that year had grown even older.

When the music ended, the Barber also stopped. It had been more than a decade since he'd reached such a level of mastery in his profession.

There are two kinds of people in the world, one is a genius, self-taught, the other is a scholar, after a few years, ten years, decades to do something over and over again, to achieve the ability to cut cattle.

The old man opened his eyes and slightly lifted his drooping eyelids. He seemed to be in high spirits.

The Barber and the others withdrew, leaving a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

"You're back?" he asked.

"Yes." Siwen Bing answered.

It had been nine years since they last saw each other, and neither of them was particularly excited. They acted as though they had just met yesterday.

The old man turned the armrest, the big chair automatically turned to face Siwen Bing, "I will help you complete the task you failed to complete nine years ago." He paused, then continued, "That was one of the youngsters who was humiliated by Hamed earlier. He insisted on doing so, and he kept begging for death."

The old man rose from his chair, his body swaying as he walked slowly.

Siwen Bing didn't go up to help him, nor did the old man have any intention of letting him help him. He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. He took a few deep breaths and then continued, "In that case, no one will be able to track you down. The person who kidnapped Hamed is already dead."

"I will kill him." Siwen Bing said coldly.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched as if he was smiling, "You have been gone for nine years, and this organization has changed a lot. The original declaration is already dead in name, and the organization has a pro-government faction. They are preparing to cooperate."

After talking so much all at once, the old man was a little tired and was gasping for breath to rest.

"There's nothing in the world that doesn't change."

"Well said, it's like a person's age. When you left here nine years ago, I was still playing golf. When you returned to me nine years later, I couldn't even hold the cue anymore."

"Everyone does."

"You." The old man narrowed his eyes, a bright light appearing within them. "Looks like you've lived quite well these past few years, and your temper has matured quite a bit."

Siwen Bing did not say anything. It was not hard to find his whereabouts. If he really wanted to find him back then, he would have been able to.

But where he had grown up, he had abandoned her and searched for him in the future.

"The conversation is over." The old man slightly puffed out his chest, a glint flashed across his eyes, "Nine years ago you were a spy in the government, you did well and got the information I wanted."

The old man's voice was slow and sharp. "And... what about the information?"

Nine years ago2

Several of America's biggest oil companies are desperate to buy land abroad in order to get oil out. The price of natural gas is falling, and the production of major wells is not encouraging.

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