Chapter 277 Enough

Finally, they heard seven drums, the fog on the lake slowly dispersed, the moonlight covered the lake, and the whole lake gave people a sense of deathly silence.

Everything is gone.

It's like it never happened.

The only change is that Tang Shirou is gone.

"It's over." Zuo Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her tone, but it seemed to be mixed with some emotions other than disappointment. She turned around and said to An Xuan and others: "Come and take a look, let's see what we found. What."

Pushing aside a few bundles of firewood piled in a hidden corner, An Xuan went up to them. Under the moonlight, he saw a person huddled in the corner.

This person's hands and feet were tied, and a ball of something was stuffed in his mouth. When he saw someone coming, he kept making whining sounds, and then moved his body and tried to get in as far as possible.

"This is" Qin Jian looked at this man with a confused look in his eyes.

"We just caught him." Zuo Jing stared at this person and explained: "Shortly after you left, this door was suddenly locked. When we were discussing how to get out, we heard something moving nearby. I followed the sound and caught him.”

After finishing speaking, Zuo Jing glanced at the fat man intentionally and said seriously: "If Brother Wang hadn't been so nimble, he would have almost run away."

An Xuan turned his head and glanced at the fat man, looking up and down the fat man's broad body.

The fat man looked at him with a very confident look, looking very powerful and strong.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Wang." An Xuan said.

"Little things."

"Is this guy locking this door?" It was Youqi who spoke. He was frightened by the paper man in the sedan before, but now he has calmed down a bit, but his voice sounded particularly unconfident.

"Probably not." Xia Meng replied. After she finished speaking, she pointed to the location by the lake, which was in two directions from the door. "We found him in the bushes by the lake."

"Has it been interrogated?" An Xuan asked suddenly after a while.

Hearing this, Zuo Jing's face became a little strange, "This person seems to have some brain problems. He has been silent and looks like he has been homeless for a long time."

"Is he a homeless man who ran in from outside?" At this time, through the light, Qin Jian could slightly see the clothes on this man's body. The clothes were so dirty that it was hard to see, and there were scratches everywhere.

His face was so dark that it was impossible to tell his true appearance.

"It's not like that." Master Liao Zhi said in a low voice: "Although this house seems to be laxly guarded, we will never let a homeless man sneak in here."

"And you didn't see that when we arrested him just now, he was obviously very familiar with the terrain here. If Brother Wang hadn't jumped up and caught him from the broken wall, he would have run away.

Hearing this, An Xuan's face gradually darkened, and after a while he said, "If there is something wrong with your brain, you will know after giving it a try."

He pushed aside the weeds and came to this person. He knelt down and stared at the latter's eyes with a pair of dark eyes. "I don't have time to spend with you, so I hope you will answer my questions honestly."

He stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on the other person's shoulder. His index and middle fingers were slightly bent. In the next second, his thumb suddenly exerted force and penetrated deeply into the softer area diagonally above the collarbone.

The sudden severe pain caused the man to struggle violently, but in front of An Xuan, everything was in vain.

Punishing before asking questions is a common psychological game in torture. The advantage of this is that it can greatly reduce the opponent's meaningless resistance and the time spent on possible deception.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and you can imagine the pain this man suffered.

"That's enough." It was the fat man who spoke, "You didn't ask any questions at all, just let him say what he said. If it were me, I wouldn't tell you a word!"

Staring at this painful and helpless man, Fatty tried hard not to pity him, but in his mind he always connected the torture this man suffered with the fact that he caught him.

Moreover, this person seemed to be young, probably around twelve or thirteen, and still a child.

An Xuan let go of his hand, then pulled off the rags from the mouth of the man who was almost shrinking in pain, and asked in a cold voice: "What is your name, and what are you doing here?"

"Huh——, Huh——" The man leaned against the wall extremely weakly, staring at An Xuan, breathing heavily, and the fear in his eyes almost condensed into substance.

"Still not telling?" An Xuan narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have decided that this person was faking, and then stretched out his hand, wanting to repeat the same trick.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, his hand was suddenly grabbed by the person in front of him, and then, he bit him hard.

"ah!"

The person who was originally tied up broke free from the rope at some point, and then suddenly got angry. After biting An Xuan, he then used his head to push An Xuan, who was half-crouching on the ground with an unstable center of gravity, somersaulting.

Then he turned around and threw himself on the ground nearby. After a few dives, he disappeared.

All this happened in a flash, and by the time the others reacted, the man was gone.

Xia Meng chased after him in a few steps and found a hole the size of a dog hole under the broken courtyard wall.

It seems that this is where the man escaped.

An Xuan grabbed his fingers, and blood flowed out from between them. He thought that the bite was quite serious.

His face was shaking slightly from the severe pain, and his eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone.

The fat man seemed a bit gloating about his misfortune, but looking at An Xuan's face, he didn't dare to show it too obviously.

"Why did he run away?" Shi Liaozhi immediately got angry and shouted at An Xuan: "We took so much effort to catch him, what are you doing?"

Before he was about to say something more unpleasant, he was persuaded by the rest of the people.

Although the choreographed play had been performed, if they continued to make a big fuss, there might be trouble.

It was said that Young Master Huang was performing at night, but no one in the house except them had the intention to come to support him.

Butler Zhou, the middle-aged woman, the black-faced man, the young maid, etc., all did not come.

More importantly, Mr. Huang did not come either.

In the huge house, it was so quiet that it seemed as if everyone was dead.

After calming down, everyone simply packed up and did not dare to delay any longer. They immediately returned to their residence along the original route. After closing the door, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was just a wing room, it was a rare comfort at the moment.

After Xia Meng came back, she walked directly to the table, filled a large glass of water for herself, and then gulped it down, as if this could dilute some of the fear that had accumulated before.

"Leave some for me!" Jiang Cheng stared at her and said.

"Doctor." As if he couldn't figure out something, the fat man came to Jiang Cheng, but before he could ask, he heard Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly become formal: "I don't understand why An Xuan let that man go?"