Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

Ou Zilong was half-kneeling in the cold basement with his head bowed, his arms were hung high, and he was half naked.He has regained his sanity, but his eyes are neither bright nor focused, like a wounded wolf. Yan Zheng didn't expect Zhuge Yihui to bring him here. He didn't like the turbid smell of this confined space, nor did he like the atmosphere of torture.They are now in the monitoring room next to the basement, watching Ou Zilong's actions through closed-circuit television. "This is considered illegal detention, aren't you afraid of being arrested by the police?"

Zhuge Yihui replied flatly: "Brother Yan, everyone is equal before the law, but the Zhuge family has never been before the law." Yan Zheng gasped, he didn't expect their family to be so powerful that they could wantonly use lynching.At the same time, he was a little disdainful. Yan Zheng used to be a hooligan. Fighting and committing crimes are all about strength and courage. What he despises the most is those who rely on their parents' identities to go around arrogantly, and even have a little estrangement from the privileged class. Zhuge Yihui leaned down and told the staff to zoom in a little bit.Yan Zheng saw that there were two tiny white electrodes attached to Ou Zilong's chest, the back of his neck and temples, and the long wires were connected to a certain place outside the basement.The electrodes were emitting a weak current rhythmically, causing him to twitch from time to time.

"Just locking him like this, will he break free with his pen spirit?" Yan Zheng asked suddenly. "Brother Yan, have you seen those electrodes on his body?" "It can't be as direct as using high-voltage electricity, right?" Zhuge Yihui smiled and shook his head: "The spirit of the pen is the spirit, so what's the use of electrocution? The one sent by the electrode is actually the digitized <Baitouyin>." Yan Zhengbi made a sign of giving up, and said helplessly, "Brother Zhuge, brother, I don't study much, so please tell me the whole story at once."

Zhuge Yihui took a piece of printing paper and handed it to Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng unfolded it and saw that "Baitou Yin" turned out to be a poem: "It's as white as snow on a mountain, and as bright as the moon between clouds. I heard that you have two opinions, so I came here to make a decision. Today's drinking party, Mingdan ditch water head. On the imperial ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Desolate and desolate, married You don’t need to cry when you marry; you want to have a person of one heart, and you will never leave each other. Why do bamboo poles curl up, and fish tails move. Men are so emotional, why use money and knives!”

Even if Yan Zheng didn't understand poetry, he could smell a lot of sadness in this poem.Zhuge Yihui suddenly asked: "Brother Yan should know the story about Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun?" "I know a little bit. In the ancient Titanic, the rich lady Zhuo Wenjun fell in love with the poor boy Sima Xiangru. The two eloped to New York and finally drowned in Greenland." Zhuge Yihui ignored the second half of the nonsense, and continued: "Later, Sima Xiangru wanted to divorce his wife after he was appreciated by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. He was extremely ashamed. This poem of eternal boudoir grievances can be called transcendent."

Yan Zheng patted his head: "I see, Sima Xiangru is afraid of his wife, so you used this poem by Zhuo Wenjun to restrain Ou Zilong's Xiangru Lingyun pen?" "Exactly, Sima Xiangru is ashamed of Mr. Wen. With "White-headed Yin" in his hand, his pen spirit would definitely not dare to come out." Zhuge Yihui pointed to a computer next to the monitor, and a curve similar to an electrocardiogram was beating on the screen: "This is the latest research and development of our Zhuge family. It can digitize poems and then convert them into regular Electric waves. From a scientific point of view, the expression form of the interaction between the pen official and the pen spirit can be regarded as a special nerve impulse. We convert "Baitou Yin" into electric waves of a specific frequency to stimulate his nerves, and naturally he can play a restraining role.”

He paused for a moment, staring at the screen and said with emotion: "This research has just taken a prototype. I didn't expect him to be the first to test it." Yan Zheng recalled that Luo Zhongxia's Qinglian pen was once suppressed by Qin Yi with Cui Hao's poems, so he probably understood the reason. "Brother Zhuge is amazing. This kind of thing, if you don't have both arts and sciences, I'm afraid you can't do it." "Absurd." Zhuge Yihui was humble and proud at the same time, "Although I don't have a pen spirit, I am the most familiar with the characteristics of the pen spirit and how to break the law."

Yan Zheng wanted to ask how to use this tube of thrush, and what's the trick.But at this time there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the two turned their heads to look, and it turned out to be Lao Fei and Shijiu. "Is there any result?" Fei Lao put his hands behind his back and changed his kind face just now. There was not enough light in the basement, and his face looked gloomy. "I don't think torture is very useful. I know this person. Torture is useless." Zhuge Yihui raised his chin. On the screen, Ou Zilong still had an unruly expression, staring at the camera with menacing eyes from time to time.Nineteen bit her lower lip resentfully. If Lao Fei hadn't been there, she might have rushed in and beheaded him long ago.

"It's okay, I'll go in and take a look." Fei Lao had a kind of majesty without anger. He flicked his fingers, and the guards beside him hurriedly opened the iron gate.Zhuge Yihui reminded with some worry: "Old Fei, this restraint procedure is immature, please be careful." Fei Lao let out a "huh" to show that he understood, and then walked into the basement.He slowly came to the half-kneeling prisoner, Ou Zilong raised his head when he heard the voice, and met his eyes.Old Fei looked at it for a while, and suddenly snorted coldly in his nostrils: "The Zhuge family doesn't care about your foreign surname, and treats you like a parent and child. You have repaid the kindness of nurturing and the righteousness of food and salary for so many years!"

"If you want to kill, then kill..." Ou Zilong said weakly. "Who are your accomplices?" Ou Zilong didn't answer.Fei Lao knew that he wouldn't say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.With a flick of his sleeve, he shot suddenly, swift as lightning.Yan Zheng who was outside didn't even see his movements clearly.Only a few snaps were heard, and the six electrode patches were torn off by Fei Lao almost instantly. The computer beeped sharply, startling everyone present. Ou Zilong suddenly raised his head and let out a low growl in pain, a flash of inspiration flashed across his chest, and the Lingyun Brush, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly lost its restraint and began to swing violently.Fei Lao raised his withered right hand like bark, flipped his fingers, and directly inserted them into Ou Zilong's chest with a pop.When he withdrew his hand and came out, the two fingers of his right hand caught the tip of a pen.

Using his strength again, Mr. Fei slowly held the pen with his two fingers towards the outside, and gradually pulled out the neck and body of the pen... Finally he pulled the Ling Yun pen out of Ou Zilong's body! I saw that the entire branch of Lingyun brush was pulled out of the owner's body more than two feet long, only the end of the brush was still disconnected from the Ou Zilong lotus root, just like picking up a piece of candied sweet potato with chopsticks, connected by strands of spiritual threads.One person and one stroke are only connected by this point, and it seems that they may be torn apart at any time. Ling Yunbi was suddenly grabbed by someone, swinging desperately from side to side like a frightened eel, and the clouds flew around, but Fei Lao's second finger was like a pair of steel tongs, glowing purple and blue, holding the pen spirit tightly, without moving at all . Zhuge Yihui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and muttered to himself: "I never thought that Mr. Fei would use his pen spirit..." Yan Zheng, who was next to him, heard it and asked him what the origin of Fei Lao's pen spirit was.Zhuge Yihui and Nineteen didn't answer, they were all engrossed in the scene in the basement.Yan Zheng felt bored, so he had no choice but to turn his eyes back to the screen. In the basement, Fei Lao held the pen spirit and said coldly to Ou Zilong: "Now your body is no longer under the control of your mind, and your nerves have been captured by me with the Lingyun pen. Why don't you tell me?" Ou Zilong replied with silence. Fei Laodao: "If you have backbone, then I have to ask the pen spirits directly, they will never lie." As if to confirm what he said, his thumb exerted a little force on Ling Yun's pen barrel, and Ou Zilong immediately let out a cry Screaming, as if being touched by someone's most painful nerve. "Who is your accomplice in Zhuge's house?" Fei Lao asked sharply, white steam was faintly steaming from the top of his head, and it was obvious that he was also concentrating on it. "Zhu...Zhuge Chun..." Ou Zilong made a hissing sound, and the corners of his eyes began to ooze blood.Now his whole nerves have been pulled into the Lingyun pen, in fact, the spirit of the pen is using his body to speak. "He ordered you?" "No..." His voice was weak and hoarse.Fei Lao had to keep his question as simple as possible. At the same time, the five fingers of his right hand moved nimbly on the tube of Ling Yun's pen, like playing the piano, and also like operating the silk thread of a puppet. After all, the pen spirit is just an immaterial spirit body, and his ability is not enough to perform fine manipulation on them. "Why did you kill Fang Bin?" "have no idea……" "If Zhuge Chun is not the mastermind, then who instigated it?" The shaking of Ou Zilong's whole body stopped suddenly, his lips parted a few times, trying to utter a few words.Fei couldn't hear clearly, so he took two steps forward.Suddenly Ou Zilong's eyes widened, and he spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood with a wow, which was spraying on Fei Lao's face who was less than half a meter away from him. Fei Lao was caught off guard, his body retreated quickly, his right hand relaxed, Ling Yunbi took the opportunity to get rid of the control, and kept ringing around Ou Zilong. This time, it was Ou Zilong's own strong consciousness that overwhelmed Ling Yunbi, so strong that it could even affect the nerves that had been pulled out of the body.But the strong must be reversed, and this move also caused him to be deeply hurt.He then spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood, but it didn't have the strong momentum of the high-pressure faucet just now, and it was weaker each time.In the end, the blood was unable to spurt out, and could only flow out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the entire front of his front in a terrifying blood red. Even the brilliance of the Lingyun pen above his head has begun to dim, and the surrounding clouds have begun to turn lead gray. "Quick! Call the emergency doctor!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhuge Yihui immediately ordered his subordinates to find the doctor.Soon four or five white coats rushed into the basement, Lao Fei watched the group of people hurriedly carry the dying Ou Zilong onto the stretcher, a strange look appeared on his blood-stained face, he didn't even care to wipe the blood, just kept going like this Watching Ou Zilong being carried out. Zhuge Yihui and the others also rushed into the basement, Nineteen carefully took a towel and handed it to Lao Fei.Mr. Fei wiped it briefly, then turned his head and said to Zhuge Yihui: "It seems that someone has placed an extremely domineering restriction in his consciousness. Once the sensitive topic of the identity of the main messenger is involved, it will automatically occur." "Who is so terrifying..." Zhuge Yihui gasped, but he couldn't think of any pen spirit that could do this. Fei Lao made a decisive gesture: "But at least we know who the other traitor is. This kid Zhuge Chun usually only knows how to dress up and doesn't do his job properly, but now he has become a traitor!" Zhuge Yihui nodded, they already knew this information from Yan Zheng, and now they just want to confirm it again.Yan Zheng was happy when he heard Fei Lao say that Zhuge Chun was "good-looking". At first, he frightened Zhuge Chun away by destroying his makeup - but that guy's strength is indeed quite tyrannical, and Zhuge's family really hides dragons and crouching tigers. With a long sigh, Elder Fei returned the blood-stained towel to Shijiu: "Go and find out how many times the two of them have acted secretly in the past few months. I don't know how many people they killed in secret without telling our Zhuge family." , How many pen spirits have been collected with this kind of filthy method that hurts nature and peace!" "clear." "The most important thing is to find out who is behind the scenes." The four walked out of the basement. Fei Lao and Zhuge Yihui kept talking in low voices in front, presumably discussing the details of how to capture Zhuge Chun.Yan Zheng and Nineteen walked behind. When they passed a 90-degree turn, Nineteen suddenly pulled the corner of Yan Zheng's clothes to slow him down a few steps.When Fei Lao and Zhuge Yihui in front turned the corner, she suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "You saw Teacher Fang killed, right?" "Yup." "In addition to Ou Zilong, Zhuge Chun also has a part, right?" Yan Zheng scratched his head: "From a legal point of view, he is considered an accomplice." "Thank you, I see." Nineteen whispered, and then pressed her lips tightly, nothing could be seen from her expression. When they returned to the lobby of the villa, Luo Zhongxia happened to come out of Lao Li's room.Yan Zheng asked him what he and Lao Li talked about, Luo Zhongxia smiled wryly and spread his hands: "He let me join the party." He just declined Lao Li's invitation.In essence, Luo Zhongxia doesn't like such demagogic slogans or overly hot ideals, and he has no interest in Chinese studies, especially when he thinks that he has been implicated by Qinglian pen and become a key figure, he finds it troublesome and trepidation. Lao Li's refusal seemed to be expected, and he didn't force it. He just asked him to live here for a few days and think about it carefully. After listening to Luo Zhongxia's narration, Yan Zheng couldn't help stretching out his hands and said with emotion: "What a great ideal, you may have the opportunity to be a tutor of Chinese studies." "Is it easy to be a mentor?" Luo Zhongxia rolled his eyes at him. ※※※ In the next few days, Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and lived like real rich people.Zhuge's family is unequivocal in this regard, every day they receive delicacies from mountains and seas, and even the bedroom is extremely exquisite - not luxurious but very comfortable. Lao Li, Fei Lao and Zhuge Yihui seldom showed up during this period, and only appeared once at a small banquet, and drank a glass of wine with the two of them - at that banquet, Yan Zheng drank two bottles by himself. Almost vomited to death - probably busy dealing with the traitor incident.The rest of Zhuge's family rarely bothered them, only Shijiu accompanied the two of them around every day, playing tennis, golf and so on.Lao Li also generously promised that they could openly use the library of the villa, which can be regarded as a taste of Chinese culture, but it is a pity that these two ignorant guys only went there once, and they are far away from there. Nineteen people are beautiful, with a hearty personality and a good understanding. They are really suitable to be playmates.With such a beautiful woman to accompany, even if you don't do anything, it is still pleasing to the eye.But what made Yan Zheng depressed was that she seemed to be more enthusiastic about Luo Zhongxia, always lingering around him intentionally or unintentionally.Yan Zheng had no choice but to strike up a chat with the young maid in the villa. But Luo Zhongxia knew that this was largely due to the finishing touch that once belonged to Fang Bin in his body.As for who Fang Bin was, he never dared to ask, for fear of touching Shijiu's heartache again and spoiling the atmosphere for no reason. In addition to Nineteen, there is also a fat chef who is always cheerful, he calls himself Wei Qiang, he is the head chef of Zhuge's villa, and he is ordered by Fei Lao to entertain them.But this guy was not in the kitchen when he had nothing to do, but he always walked around the two of them from a distance.Luo Zhongxia asked him, and he said that the chef pays attention to tailoring food, and he has to observe people thoroughly to make a truly suitable meal.Wei Qiang has a good temper, no matter how crowded Yan Zheng is, he doesn't need to be annoyed, so he just stands there with his hands behind his back happily. In the past few days, everyone has tacitly kept silent about Bi Ling and the things that happened before.If it hadn't been for a trivial incident, I am afraid that Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng would really be "happy here, not thinking about Shu". Once, Luo Zhongxia ate too many lobsters and walked back and forth in the garden to digest them with his stomach in his hands. He walked to a side door unknowingly.Before he opened the door, Wei Qiang suddenly appeared and beckoned him to go back.Luo Zhongxia didn't want to hear it at first, but walked back without knowing it.After Luo Zhongxia went back, he secretly told Yan Zheng, who didn't believe in evil, went to try it himself, and came back after a while.Luo Zhongxia asked him what happened, and Yan Zheng said depressedly: "I wanted to climb over the wall, but I ran into Wei Qiang again. I don't know what happened, so I went back to the villa in a daze." "Are you hypnotized by him?" "Do I seem to be such a weak-willed person? Anyway, this Wei Qiang must be more than just a chef!" Only then did Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng realize that there is another term for this kind of happy life, which is "house arrest". "No wonder Shijiu is always inseparable from us every day. So I thought she was interested in you." Yan Zheng smacked his lips, Luo Zhongxia's heart sank, a little inexplicably disappointed.Yan Zheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and comforted him, "With a beautiful woman by my side and good wine in hand, there is nothing wrong with this kind of house arrest." "Hey, do you have to think of a way?" Yan Zheng waved his right hand, poured himself a glass of red wine, mixed it with Sprite and drank it all in one gulp: "What do you want to do when you go out?" Luo Zhongxia was at a loss for words for a while, his only wish was to get rid of the Qinglian pen. After this hope was completely cut off, he suddenly lost his goal. "That is to say. The matter has come to this point, just close your eyes and enjoy it. When the time comes, you will go out; if the time is not, you can't force it." Yan Zheng walked out of the room staggeringly while talking, still holding a bag in his hand. Pour and drink that bottle of red wine. The next day, although Luo Zhongxia didn't intend to escape, the whole atmosphere changed immediately after realizing that he was under house arrest.He always suspected that Nineteen was watching him all the time, guessed that there might be a bug hidden in Nineteen's clothes, or that he secretly reported the movement while he was looking away, and even wondered if Nineteen would happen when he went to the bathroom. Lie outside and eavesdrop. Suspicion can easily reduce the quality of life, and he basically has a very uncomfortable day.When Nineteen saw that he was out of his mind, he thought he was sick, so he went along with the flow and made a few perfunctory remarks, and then went back to his room by reasoning that he was not feeling well.A person is lying on the bed holding a remote control to flip through TV channels, from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the beginning. Tired of watching TV, he turned over and wanted to sleep, when suddenly he was hit by something hard and made a weak "beep".He remembered that it was his cell phone, it was thrown on the bed because it was useless, and it was kept closed, and now it was pressed to the power button, so the screen turned on again. A minute later, a flurry of missed calls rushed in, all from Monk Peter, and a text message. Luo Zhongxia hesitantly opened the text message, which simply said: "About withdrawing the pen, reply as soon as you receive the letter." Withdrawing the pen again, Luo Zhongxia gave a wry smile, threw the phone aside, turned over and went to sleep, this kind of nonsense One letter is enough. He fell asleep unknowingly. In his dream, Luo Zhongxia felt a warm power guiding him. This power came from his heart, like a thin pen.Erratic, in a trance. Is it the finishing touch? Thinking of this, he immediately recovered his sanity, why did the finishing touch pen suddenly appear?Luo Zhongxia soon realized that he was in a daze, subconsciously held the phone in his hand, and accidentally pressed the callback button of the text message with his thumb, and the line was already in a call state. "Hello! Can you hear me? Where are you?" The other party's voice was indistinct, and the signal was very noisy, but it could be heard that it was Monk Peter himself. "Zhuge's family." Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to answer the phone briefly.Monk Peter skipped the greetings and got straight to the point: "I've already heard about the Tubi Tomb. It's a pity." "Ok……" "But do you still remember that before we set off, we said that there are actually two tombs of Tuibi, one is Yunmen Temple in Shaoxing, and the other is Lutian Nunnery in Yongzhou?" "I remember, but so what? The Tubi Tomb was Wei Shiran's conspiracy from beginning to end, right?" Monk Peter was silent for a moment, and then said: "Yes, this is something we didn't expect. But it's different now, our head of the Wei family brought you a letter. I can't forward it to you, so I have to use it by mouth. The message has been conveyed." "What is it?" "You must be happy to hear that. The patriarch said in his letter to you that only the Lvtian nunnery in Yongzhou has a real way to withdraw the pen." Luo Zhongxia didn't feel pleasantly surprised, but instead became suspicious. Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of well ropes for ten years. "Who is the head of the Wei family? Why did he tell me this? What is his purpose? Could it be that there is some pen hidden there, coaxing me to open the seal?" If his feelings could span space, he would be able to sense Monk Peter showing a wry smile on the other end of the phone: "A lot has happened to the Wei family recently, it's hard to describe." "That means you can't grasp the situation, and you can't confirm the authenticity, right?" Luo Zhongxia pointed out sharply. Monk Peter said, "Yes, I'm neither sure it's true nor false, so there's still fifty percent hope, isn't it? The Patriarch has one more thing to deliver besides this message." Here it is, I must deliver it by myself. We can meet in Yongzhou, and then go to solve this problem, don’t you always want to return to a peaceful life?” "Master Peter, I'm sorry, I'm now..." Luo Zhongxia thought about his words, "If you have experienced those things at the scene, you will understand that I have no confidence or interest in this matter—not to mention now Zhuge’s family has put me under house arrest, and I can’t get out at all.” After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, sat up and faced the snow-white wall, and forced himself to show a disdainful smile to the air: "What kind of withdrawal, don't be stupid, it's all a lie!" This phone call made his already depressed mood even more depressed, and he was not in the mood to do anything, so the only option was to sleep.As for the finishing touch, maybe it's just a dream. Luo Zhongxia was lying on the bed, pulling the quilt tightly with both hands, and fell asleep drowsily.He didn't know how long it had passed, but suddenly he felt a fragrance in his nose, and he thought it was his eyes again, so he waved his hand impatiently.But the fragrance was lingering, he opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that Shijiu was bending over, their faces were only a few inches apart, and their red lips were clearly visible. Is she going to attack at night?Or is she still spying on me? Luo Zhongxia was both surprised and delighted. He didn't know whether to wait quietly or throw himself into his arms. He was thinking of a dilemma, but Nineteen put his mouth close to his ear: "Hey, get up!" Luo Zhongxia straightened up suddenly, Shijiu didn't expect him to get up so fast, the two of them bumped into each other all at once.Luo Zhongxia's lips happened to "kiss" Shijiu's long hair, and a burst of fragrance spread along her lips and spread all over her body, which was so numb and crisp.Nineteen's face was full of glow, and he subconsciously punched Luo Zhongxia on the shoulder, throwing him back on the bed. "You...do you want me to wake up, or let me sleep?" When Shijiu heard the word "sleep", she was embarrassed again. She bit her lip, turned around and urged, "Quick, get dressed!" Luo Zhongxia hurriedly picked up the shirt and put it on, and then asked, "What happened in the middle of the night?" Nineteen turned around: "Do you want to leave here?" Luo Zhongxia was taken aback, not sure if it was a test or what.He looked at the time on the wall clock, it was three o'clock in the morning.Nineteen anxiously looked out the window, changing his gentle and elegant expression during the day.Luo Zhongxia suddenly discovered that Nineteen was not wearing his usual fashion attire, but changed into a black tights, which made his already slender figure even more slender. A lancet was tied around his waist with a red ribbon. between. "I know Lao Li and Uncle Fa the best. They are polite to people on the surface, but they will use various means to achieve their goals. You are actually under house arrest here!" "It's up to you..." Luo Zhongxia thought to himself, and replied, "Then what should I do? Run away?" Nineteen nodded firmly: "Yes, and I want you to follow me." Luo Zhongxia was startled: "Where are you going?" "They have found Zhuge Chun's whereabouts. I want you to go with me and kill him before Faber!" "But... by doing this, doesn't it mean that you have also betrayed the Zhuge family?" "I didn't betray, I just didn't want that Zhuge Chun to die in someone else's hands!" Nineteen said angrily, "I've been asking to take part in the action, but they refused. They just let me guard you here. I won't do it." !" This last sentence was said like a little girl's coquettishness, but it concealed fierce anger and murderous intent. "Then what's the use of you looking for us, you can just go by yourself..." Luo Zhongxia really didn't want to get involved in this muddy water anymore.He refused even when Monk Peter asked him to withdraw the pen, not to mention that it was something that had nothing to do with him.There was another vague reason: Nineteen himself admitted that it was Lao Li's order to stay by his side, and for no other reason, he was even more disheartened. Nineteen took a step forward, with a tone that was half forceful and half pleading: "I don't want anyone in my family to participate, not even Brother Yihui. They will definitely tell Uncle Faber immediately and take me back. The only ones I can rely on are you. What's more... what's more, you still have Mr. Fang's..." She bit her lip, wanting to say something, her beautiful eyes seemed a little moist. Luo Zhongxia was most afraid of trouble and beautiful women's tears in his life, but unfortunately, these two often come together.He wanted to step forward to comfort her by holding her arm, but it was not easy to do so, so he was at a loss and almost gave up.There are countless thoughts in my mind, "Don't go, don't you think you have enough troubles?" ". Seeing that he was still hesitating, Shijiu couldn't help but said anxiously: "Bobo and the others have already bought tickets to Yongzhou tomorrow, if we don't leave now, we won't be able to make it in time." "Yongzhou?" Luo Zhongxia raised his head suddenly, his eyes flickering. "Yes, I eavesdropped on their phone call today. Zhuge Chun is now in Yongzhou, Hunan, probably visiting a ruin related to the pen spirit." The astonishment in Luo Zhongxia's heart rose like the tide of the Qiantang River. The wonderful fate gears suddenly meshed together with a click. Is this also one of the effects of the finishing touch pen? He realized that he had no choice but to succumb to fate. "Okay, how do we leave?" He sighed, convincing himself. Nineteenth turned sorrow into joy: "I am the most familiar with the terrain here, you just follow me. If someone blocks..." She patted the lancet on her waist, bursting with heroism.When the two walked to the door, Luo Zhongxia suddenly remembered and slapped his head: "Oops, what about Yan Zheng?" "You have a sense of loyalty, boy." Yan Zheng turned out of the door with a smile, and the timing was quite accurate.He was fully dressed, wearing a brand new blue and white Adidas tracksuit, like a private school physical education teacher. As soon as Luo Zhongxia saw his smile, he knew what this guy meant: "...you already knew?" Facing the questioning, Yan Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Nineteen girls are too thin-skinned after all, I told her that you are destined to be a Sleeping Beauty, you have to kiss to wake up." It turned out that Jiujiu leaned over just now... She really believed Yan Zheng's nonsense! Luo Zhongxia turned to look at Shijiu in astonishment, the latter's fair face turned red instantly.She frantically lifted her long hair on her shoulders, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Let's go quickly." So the two of them followed Nineteen closely and ran out of the villa.Nineteen sprinted ahead, not daring to turn his head. He only saw the long black hair fluttering, matched with the bumpy tights, which made Luo Zhongxia's heart flutter for a while. "Hey, don't be distracted when you run away!" Yan Zheng saw through his thoughts at a glance. Luo Zhongxia quickly looked away, and whispered to Yan Zheng, "I thought you would miss the corrupt life here." "Corruption is of course good, but don't forget that my thrush is a friend of women, and everything puts women's interests first." The three of them were familiar with the road, and soon came to the gate of the villa.It was peaceful along the way, and there were no security guards on patrol.Just when they thought they could escape without any danger, a solid voice suddenly reached everyone's ears. "Miss Nineteen, Mr. Luo, Mr. Yan, you haven't slept so late, do you want supper?" Wei Qiang happily turned around from the corner.