04 The World of Monsters (Part 2)

On the streets of the night market where people come and go, a young man with a sword hanging on his waist is squatting on the ground, holding an ink pen in his hand and drawing quickly on the paper. The portrait on the paper is lifelike.

"No, the nose is not that wide... it is a little taller, and the philtrum is longer than it is now." An Nianjiu bent over and looked at the painting on the ground, giving some suggestions for modifications from time to time based on his memory.

It has been revised more than a dozen times, but Yu Yanzhi did not show any boredom at all, and his painting speed became faster and faster. The completion speed now is more than twice as fast as the first one.

An Nianjiu didn't expect Yu Yanzhi to have such a magical ability. After spending more than a dozen pieces of paper, he finally drew a portrait that made An Nianjiu feel that he was inseparable from the young man in his impression.

"What are you going to do next?" she asked curiously.

"Go back to Senior Gu and mobilize everyone to look for him according to the portrait."

An Nianjiu was stunned for a moment and said, "So you want to help Gu Bing..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Yu Yanzhi hand over the painting in his hand: "Take this, Senior Chen should also need it, right?"

An Nianjiu looked at him doubtfully and found that he had not prepared the second painting. He asked in confusion: "Should I take it? Then how will you identify the target for Senior Gu Bing when you go back?"

"I can remember everything I drew once in my mind, and I can just draw it again when I go back." He smiled, turned around and gestured goodbye to An Nianjiu.

An Nianjiu stood there blankly. For a moment, what she was thinking about was not Yu Ling's case and mission at this time, but... this guy had a pretty good-looking smile.

When she came to her senses, Yu Yanzhi had already walked away. She raised her hand and patted her reddish cheeks, frowning in annoyance - What was she thinking about at this time?

Carefully taking the still-dry painting in her hand, An Nianjiu turned around and walked in the opposite direction to where Yu Yanzhi left. She thought that she had been delayed here for too long, and she should rush to Sangye Alley to meet Chen Lian and the others immediately.

Convergence.

For some reason, ever since she was escaped by that suspicious boy, she had been having an ominous premonition in her heart.

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At the east entrance of Sangye Hutong, Chen Lian looked solemnly at the courtyard of the fourth household in Zuolu. The courtyard was dark, as if the owner had turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

"Senior, should I go up and call the door?" Yan Henchuan volunteered.

Chen Lian stopped him and shook his head: "Call the door? No need, such a short wall is useless, just go in."

The three newcomers of Yunzhongjian looked at each other, and each found a look of sudden realization on each other's faces. It was their first time to leave the villa to perform a mission, and their minds had not yet gotten rid of the shackles of rules. Facing the closed wooden door, the first thing in their minds came to mind.

All they could think about for a moment was to go up and call the door honestly. Chen Lian's words could be regarded as teaching them a lesson.

Under Chen Lian's encouraging eyes, Yan Henchuan was the first to climb up the courtyard wall. He squatted firmly on the wall and looked into the courtyard, then turned back and made a no problem gesture to his companions.

Chen Lian tilted his head, and Chu Yi flew up to the wall, followed by Yi Lingge.

The three of them lined up on the wall, and Chen Lian, who came up last, was on their left.

A somewhat impatient Yan Henchuan was about to go down first, but Chen Lian pressed his shoulders as expected and signaled him not to act rashly.

There was a faint sound coming from the room in the courtyard. Everyone held their breath and listened, and then they all showed solemn expressions.

Chen Lian jumped from the wall into the courtyard, turned around and gestured to the three people staying on the wall. Yan Henchuan jumped down after him, while Yi Lingge and Chu Yi followed Chen Lian's instructions and moved to the east and west sides.

After Yan Henchuan landed, under the guidance of Chen Lian, he turned around and saw the row of clay pots placed under the wall. He suddenly felt a little scared. If Chen Lian hadn't stopped him just now, he might have slipped down from the wall and crushed it.

Those clay pots caused a noise.

At this time, Yi Lingge and Chu Yi had already walked around to the east and west ends of the courtyard wall. After receiving Chen Lian's nod of approval, they carefully walked from the courtyard wall to the roof.

When everything was ready, Chen Lian took Yan Henchuan and walked straight to the front door of the house.

The two exchanged glances in front of the door, and then pushed open the door at the same time. After Chen Lian entered the room, he leaned over and squatted down, while Yan Henchuan drew his sword and went straight to the bed curtains.

"No one..." Yan Henchuan said to Chen Lian in shock after using his sword to open the bed curtain.

Chen Lian took out the fire fold from his arms and lit it. He checked the room with the weak firelight and soon discovered the door inside.

"Open it." He ordered Yan Henchuan.

"Senior, the door is locked."

Chen Lian handed the fire fold in his hand to Yan Henchuan, drew his sword and destroyed the lock with a slash, and pushed the door open as if nothing had happened to Yan Henchuan's surprised eyes.

After walking into the small room behind the door where there were several piles of sundries and shelves, Chen Lian stopped. Yan Henchuan, who was holding the fire folding behind him, opened his eyes wide, and his bloodless lips could not help but tremble.

A naked woman was hung from the ceiling with her hands tied, her face covered by her disheveled hair, and her body had numerous red marks from abuse.

Chen Lian stepped around the woman and walked into the room.

"Senior..." Yan Henchuan asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to save her?"

"Before that, search this place thoroughly."

The view here is too poor, the light is dim, and people can be hidden behind the shelves and stacked sundries. Chen Lian holds his sword and carefully searches every blind corner.

Finally, he stopped behind the innermost shelf and let out a heavy sigh. Yan Henchuan, who followed him, felt fear and curiosity mixed in his heart. When the fire illuminated the object in front of his senior, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Call.

"Lin Wang!"

Lin Wang sat motionless in the corner with his head lowered, a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, and his hands tied behind his back. He seemed to be still in a coma, and was completely unaware of their arrival.

"See if he is still alive." Chen Lian turned his back and made way for Yan Henchuan.

Yan Henchuan's heart trembled, and he slowly leaned forward, stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes: "Senior! He is still alive!"

Chen Lian, who was rescuing the hanging woman, said softly after hearing this, and said to him: "Take Lin Wang out first, and tell Lingge and Chu Yi that Mu Jiulang is the one we want.

Catch the person."

Unexpectedly, Mu Jiulang turned out to be the murderer! Yan Henchuan was greatly shocked. When he lifted Lin Wang up and walked out, he couldn't help but have random thoughts in his mind.

Chen Lian took off his coat and put it on the woman, then picked her up and was about to take her away when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sack against the wall.

Because the woman was being hung up, he didn't notice the sack covering most of her back. Only then did he vaguely feel that there seemed to be a person inside.

Is there a third victim here? Chen Lian hesitated for a moment, put the woman in his arms to the ground again, and walked slowly towards the sack.

Yan Henchuan did not return the fire to him when he left. Fortunately, his eyes had adapted to the darkness here and he could see things clearly even when he was close.

Chen Lian used his sword to gently open a large hole in the sack. The man inside tilted his head and fell down, face down on the ground. Chen Lian was about to reach out to straighten his body when he suddenly noticed the mottled blood on the hole in the sack.

, his hand suddenly hovered in mid-air.

After a moment, his breathing became rapid, and his movements seemed impatient. The man turned over, facing the face that had lost its face and was covered in blood. A thunder seemed to explode in Chen Lian's mind.

"Yan..." A hand came around from behind and covered Chen Lian's mouth tightly, and a bright red blade came out of his chest.
Chapter completed!