Li Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he went out, he inadvertently glanced at the man in black who was walking in front of him, and raised his fist slightly, thinking that if this bird fell into his hands one day, he must break his skull to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

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Ye Jia lay motionless at the foot of the city wall on the far left.

He had been peeking for two whole nights, and this night, he found that there was a kind of tree that blocked a wall of the city, which could completely avoid the infrared scanning of the surrounding surveillance, and this was the only place around the city.

He tried to find the best time to go in, and found that after dawn, around six o'clock, it was the most appropriate time. At this time, the monitoring is the most negligent, and there is absolutely no one walking here, not even mosquitoes. He is very interested in some special plants, and according to the principle of mutual restraint, this strange tree is the "guardian spirit" of this square city wall that is not monitored. It stands to reason that this situation is incredible, but he doesn't know how he found out, as if someone is guiding him in the dark.

He took out an extremely special sharp digger he was carrying, which he had asked for from Dr. Song just in case. Before dawn, he had inserted the one-foot-square city wall in all directions, and the bricks had been quietly removed by him. However, for the sake of safety, he made a protective color with a twig.

Finally, the sky in the east was already bright, and it was cloudy continuously, and there was even a slight drizzle. Ye Jia leaned over, took a deep breath, and squeezed his body into the one-foot-square gap.

It's a very dense wooded area, with some special weeds mixed in - however, the weeds are clearly carefully selected, not the plants that are used to in C-City, but some plants from very remote places.

He knelt on the ground and moved forward, and suddenly heard a very dull voice: "Miss Feng......"

Miss Feng? Who could this be?

His heart jumped, could it be that Xiaofeng was in front?

He gently peeled away a little damp grass and couldn't see anyone, but his eyes fell on something strange: it was a pot of black flowers!

This kind of flower, he has seen it, the first time he saw it was in the back garden at home, he thought it was a fake flower, but he didn't expect to see another pot here. However, the pot I saw for the first time was much smaller than this one, and the shape was quite different.

Why do two different places have the same pot of flowers?

Is this a coincidence?

His chest was about to burst open, and his mind was in a mess - could it really be his father who was in control of all this?!

He didn't have time to think about it, because soon there was a slight voice, still the same stereotypical voice, but no one responded, as if talking to himself.

He quietly tried to push the grass away a little more silently, and took a few steps forward, this look, he was so shocked that he almost screamed, only to see Feng Feng sitting on a stretcher-like thing, wearing an off-white pajamas, his expression was very dazed, and there was almost no focus in his eyes.

There was a young man standing beside her, the young man was sorting out something, and soon, he pierced a foot-long needle in his hand into Feng Feng's wrist, obviously unable to find a blood vessel. When Feng Feng committed suicide, due to serious damage, that time, even a simple infusion, could not find a blood vessel in her wrist, and now, after repeated torture, her body has been almost completely destroyed.