Chapter 69 jailbreak

Duan Feizhuo looked down at the strange-smelling hole, showing a mixture of shock and disgust.

“…you don’t want me to jump?” he asked in disbelief.

Mr. N squatted at the entrance of the cave, and said with a smile: “Yes, this is the sewer.”

They are squatting in the bathroom of Mr. N’s house. After the bathtub was removed, a hole was dug below to lead directly to the London sewer.

“… When did you dig this hole?” Duan Feizhuo looked at Mr. N with complicated eyes.

“When I first rented this store, I dug it up during the renovation.”

“Do ordinary people dig such holes in their own homes?”

Duan Feizhuo was terrified, although… this person rented his house and remodeled it recklessly, but he didn’t notify the landlord! How can there be such a person in the world!

“It’s all about planning for a rainy day.” Mr. N blocked Duan Feizhuo’s mouth with these words, “I have been a policeman for so many years, and I am used to being prepared for danger in times of peace. I always worry about not preparing a way out for myself. I am afraid of this hole. I planned to use it as my escape secret, but one day I found out that there are many more ghouls in the sewer.”

“The time when the ghouls appeared coincided with the time when Duncan McLean came to London?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

“Almost, so I think they might have followed Duncan McLean here. You might as well try to communicate with them.”

Duan Feizhuo shuddered when he thought of those little gollums who were as pale as corpses. He didn’t want to be racist either, but the look of the ghouls was just… too uncanny. It may be because they grow in a dark environment, so their appearance is more arbitrary. As a human being, he instinctively fears and loathes them.

But now for the sake of Z, he is willing to put up with it.

He went down the ladder to the bottom of the cave and fell into the cold and damp sewer. Mr. N followed closely behind. He carried a lamp and used secret techniques to make the light brighter than ordinary lamps.

Since the Great Cholera, London has been building sewers in full swing, and today’s sewers have been built quite spacious and spectacular, far better than Aberdeen’s sewers.

Duan Feizhuo and Mr. N walked side by side. From time to time the screams of mice sounded in the darkness. I always feel that besides the mice, four turtles will appear later…

In addition to the lantern, Mr. N also carried a bag on his back. He handed the lantern to Duan Feizhuo, and took out a piece of carrion from his pocket as bait to lure the ghouls.

Now the smell in the sewers is even more touching. Duan Feizhuo tried his best to hold back the urge to cry.

Mr. N’s bait was very effective, and after a while, Duan Feizhu heard a rustling sound coming from a distance.

Not rats. The movement of the mouse is not that big.

A bony white hand protruded from the corner of the sewer.

Although he had made enough mental preparations, Duan Feizhu still felt a physical discomfort in his stomach when he saw the white hand.

The ghoul was like a gecko, climbing over the wall. It moved so quickly that it was in front of Mr. N in the blink of an eye. The restaurateur tossed the carrion to the ghoul, who caught it and stuffed it quickly into his mouth.

Like bees attracted by nectar, more ghouls crawled out. They swarmed, trying to **** the carrion from under the jaws of the first ghoul. Mr. N handed the pocket to Duan Feizhuo, and pouted at the ghouls angrily.

Duan Feizhuo resigned to his fate. He dumped the carrion from his pocket, and the ghouls rushed at him, feasting on the flesh that lay on the ground. Duan Feizhuo felt like a breeder feeding the animals.

After eating and drinking enough, the ghouls became much tamer. They circled around Duan Feizhuo, sniffing him vigorously. There was a hoarse sound from their throats, which sounded like the howling of wild animals at first glance, but Duan Feizhuo could distinguish one or two words from it as long as he concentrated.

“Food.” “He’s got food.” “He smells like Duncan.”

…I can really understand it. Duan Feizhuo couldn’t help being speechless.

He crouched cautiously, eye level with the ghouls. The ghoul retreated into the darkness in horror. Duan Feizhuo waited patiently for a while. Seeing that he didn’t make any aggressive moves, the ghouls tentatively surrounded him and put their noses on his hand.

“Uh, hello.” Duan Feizhuo didn’t know what to start with, so he could only say dryly, “I want to ask for your help. Do you remember the white-haired man I was with? Can you help me find him? ”

The ghouls tilted their heads, as if they didn’t understand what he said. Duan Feizhuo slowed down his speech and repeated it several times, each time making the language more elliptical. For the last time, he simply said: “The white-haired man. Look for it.”

The ghouls whispered to each other, and Duan Feizhuo heard them muttering “the white-haired man” in a terrified tone. Z killed a lot of ghouls in Aberdeen back then, and they still have fresh memories and lingering fears.

But they ate the food given by Duan Feizhuo, and they smelled Duncan from him. Duncan has always been good to them. Other humans would stone them, but Duncan never disliked them and always brought good food. They are willing to do things for Duncan.

Men with white hair are scary. But they didn’t want to fight him, they just found his position. It’s not difficult at all.

Whispering, the ghouls climbed up the wall and scattered in different directions of the sewer.

Duan Feizhuo looked at Mr. N beside him: “Do you think they understood?”

Mr. N was full of surprise: “You were speaking in the language of ghouls just now, didn’t you realize it yourself?”

Duan Feizhuo shook his head. He felt that he was just speaking human language, so when he faced a ghoul, would he automatically switch to the language of the ghoul?

Then just wait for the ghouls to bring good news.

Duan Feizhuo climbed back to the ground. He’s been running around all day, and he’s exhausted now. The second floor of the restaurant was originally Mr. N’s own residence, and he generously lent it to the ladies. And the men can only lay the floor in the cellar.

Even though his home was upstairs, Duan Feizhuo couldn’t go back, so he could only sleep in the cellar, feeling extremely sad. But as soon as he lay down, he immediately fell into a deep sleep, forgetting his dissatisfaction.

Early the next morning, Mr. N woke them up and brought breakfast. This breakfast was far more delicious than what Duan Feizhuo had in the restaurant before. Now he suspects that Mr. N poisons customers specially, and he is showing mercy to his own people.

Halfway through breakfast, Mr. N came to report that the ghoul had returned.

Duan Feizhuo immediately dropped the fork and entered the sewer through the hole in the bathroom. A few ghouls were surrounding the ladder, staring at him like baby birds waiting to be fed. Mr. N handed him another bag of carrion for ghoul feed.

He distributed the carrion among the young Gollums. After they had finished their meal, he asked, “Have you found the white-haired man?”

The ghoul tugged at his clothes, beckoning him to follow them. Duan Feizhuo raised his head, and Mr. N was looking at him from the entrance of the cave.

“I’ll go with them.” Duan Feizhuo said.

“Have you brought any energy storage material? If not, I can borrow it from you. As long as the material is not too expensive, I have collected some.” Mr. N grinned.

Duan Feizhuo’s brass ring was confiscated on the airship, and he couldn’t get it back later. He asked Mr. N for brass. The restaurateur left for a while, and on his return threw him a brass spoon.

… As expected of a restaurant, there are all kinds of materials.

Duan Feizhuo picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his belt. Why is his accumulator more strange than the last, either a prosthetic limb or a spoon…

Ghouls lead him through the sewers. London’s sewers are far more intricate than Aberdeen’s, but ghouls have long been familiar with the place. After walking for a long time, they finally stopped at the mouth of a well.

“This is it?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

Ghouls spun around his legs, using body movements to say yes.

Duan Feizhuo concentrated his mind, stretched out his auditory tentacles, and probed upwards. Through the wet soil, through the artificial concrete floor. He heard the continuous clatter of the typewriter, the soft rustle of pens against paper, the clatter of boots and shoes on marble tiles. Buzzing, shouting, giving orders…

Duan Feizhuo suddenly understood what was on his head.

He was standing directly below Scotland Yard.

“They locked Boss in the dungeon at Scotland Yard?!”

After hearing the information Duan Feizhuo brought back, everyone was deeply incredulous.

They sat around a square table in the cellar, with plates and cutlery on the table. After breakfast, the cutlery has not been removed.

Even Duan Feizhuo thought it sounded like a fairy tale. Carter was so ingenious that he even put the leader of the night guards in the night guards’ dungeon. Did he do this on purpose to humiliate Z?

“However, that dungeon is indeed impenetrable, isn’t it?” Duan Feizhuo asked, “I’ve never heard of a mystic escaping. Moreover, the Abnormal Case Investigation Section has been occupied by the committee, which is equivalent to having a large group of jailers.” .If I were Carter, I’d probably lock Z there too…”

“That’s right…” Xenophon’s expression was extremely strange, as if he had heard some kind of joke that could make people laugh until they burst into laughter, but he couldn’t laugh because of the atmosphere, so he could only hold back until his ribs It’s almost broken.

The expressions of the other night guards were not much better. Probably only Duan Feizhuo, Evangeline and Yeats were confused about the situation.

“What’s the matter? Can’t you just say it?” Duan Feizhuo was a little impatient.

Xenophon couldn’t take it anymore, he had to pinch his mouth with his hands to keep himself from laughing out loud.

In the end, the kind Miss Acheson answered Duan Feizhuo’s question. She never smiles, so this time she only raised her lips slightly (for Miss Acheson, this was her belly laugh).

“When we went to meet Jack the Ripper, you also went to the dungeon,” she said, “You should still remember that we didn’t take Jack to leave through the main entrance, but took… the secret passage.”

Duan Feizhuo was stunned, and the memory of that day came to mind. Ms. Acheson was right. Ms. Q and Mr. R pressed the Ripper and left the dungeon by another way, and did not go back to the office with them. That is to say…

“The Night Watchman’s dungeon actually has a secret passage leading to the outside world?!” He couldn’t help calling out.

This feels… like a murder in a secret room in a mystery novel. When he was racking his brains to think about how the murderer escaped from the secret room, the author wrote with a swipe of a pen: This is not a secret room at all, there is a secret passage in it.

Of course, for readers of mystery novels, this kind of plot can’t be more cheating. But for Duan Feizhuo, this is great news. Meaning they can sneak into the dungeon like no man’s land and rescue Z.

“Hush, shush, keep your voice down.” Xenophon desperately gestured at him.

Duan Feizhuo lowered his voice: “Doesn’t Carter know about this?”

“Well, no one told him, right?” Mr. N looked around.

Xenophon laughed wildly: “Didn’t I tell you that the night guards keep a lot of secrets from above. Our efforts have finally paid off, haven’t they?”

“But Z also knows the secret way, right? What if Carter and the others torture him…”

“Are you so worried about the boss’s ability to keep his mouth shut?”

Of course Duan Feizhuo trusted Z, but he couldn’t tell what would happen to a strong-willed person when he met a mystic. What’s more, Mrs. Boyle is also the reformer of Z, maybe she is like a cunning programmer, leaving some back door on Z that only she knows about, so as to control Z.

“Then we sneak into the dungeon directly through the secret passage?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

Mr. N pondered: “Yes, it is possible, but the key and the spell must be used to open the cell. I don’t think you brought the key out?”

Everyone shook their heads. Miss Acheson said: “I gave them all the keys when I left.”

“Then we can only forcefully break in. It’s just that this will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the guards. I’m afraid there will be a fierce battle.”

Mr. R shot up at the case: “I have long wanted to have a fight with them!”

“While fighting is inevitable, we also need to think long-term…”

So in the following time, they began to discuss how to rescue Z with the fastest speed and the least casualties. Miss Acheson drew a map of the secret passage, and Duan Feizhuo found that the secret passage was next to the sewer. When the night guards dug this secret passage, they also wanted to use London’s extensive sewer system to move around.

At noon, the restaurant welcomed a special guest—Al.

The little servant still had no idea what happened to his master yesterday. He just came to the master’s house to clean up as usual.

Ever since the master was knighted, that dreadful white-haired night watchman had moved in with him, saying it was cheaper to rent his house. Al always felt that he had ulterior motives. Would the dignified Scotland Yard detectives still be short of money? He must have moved here to monitor the master!

Because that guy always stays in the master’s house as a ghost, the master told Al not to come and serve him often. Go to clean up once a day, and then you can go home.

Although the salary he got was a lot, Al still felt angry and wronged. What kind of valet is a manservant who cannot serve his master at any time? It must be that terrible night watchman who forced the master to alienate him in order to isolate him!

Seeing that he had come back so early these days, my mother thought it was strange, and asked him if he had offended the master and was about to be fired. Al became more and more wronged. It was too late for the master to love him, so how could he fire him! It’s all because of the policeman at night!

He told the story of the night policeman. My mother’s face became a little strange after hearing this.

“Al, have you heard that Mr. Chester has a favorite girl?”

Al didn’t know what to say: “No! There are no girls around the master. What must I say, Miss Lynn? But the master doesn’t seem to be interested in her.”

Mom’s face is even more strange. “Al, from now on, please don’t speak ill of the night watchman in front of Mr. Chester. It’s fine for the two of us to talk behind our backs, but in front of people, you have to show some respect to the night watchman. ”

“Why! He is so bad! He always bullies the master!”

“… Well, you are still young, you will understand when you grow up.”

Mom shook her head and sighed while making clothes. Al heard her talking to herself: “Unexpectedly, Mr. Chester is… Well, there are all kinds of people in the world.”

Al still went to the master’s house on time that day, but he realized that he was being followed as soon as he went out. He murmured that it was not good, and wanted to go home directly, but felt that it would be more suspicious, so he pretended to be nonchalant and went to Frances Square, and cleaned the room step by step.

When he was about to leave, Mr. N noticed him and greeted him to the store.

“Listen, boy,” said Mr. N., taking bread harder than a baguette from the kitchen oven, “your master has gotten into a little trouble and is out of hiding. The guys out there think You know his whereabouts, so you sent someone to follow you.”

Al has dealt with this restaurant owner a lot, and he is an old acquaintance, but he still dare not take it lightly.

“How do I know that you are not with them?” The young man said forcefully, “Maybe you are trying to get close to me on purpose, trying to find out the whereabouts of the master from me.”

Mr. N laughed loudly: “Oh, I don’t know how lucky that kid is to have such a clever servant as you!”

He took out the magic circle talisman paper from the secret trading house, and waved it in front of the boy’s eyes: “Do you believe it now?”

Al rolled his eyes. Every day when he goes in and out of his master’s house, he must meet the owner of the restaurant. He only knows that the owner’s cooking skills are amazing, but he never knows that he is a mystic!

“Then, do you know where the master is?” Ai Ai, a teenager.

“I can’t tell you. If you are captured and tortured by the enemy, it would be bad to reveal the secret.”

Hearing the word torture, the blood faded from the boy’s face in an instant. But he insisted on putting on a disapproving expression, and proudly said: “Even if they torture me, I won’t say anything!”

“Their methods of torture will never even be dreamed of in this life.” The boss smiled darkly. “You just go home, pretend nothing happened, and continue to come and clean it every day. Do you understand?”

Al nodded thoughtfully: “Then they will gradually let their guard down on me, and my mother and I will be safe, right?”

“No, in that case they will only doubt you more, and then send more people to monitor your every move, trying to analyze your master’s traces from your whereabouts. In this way, the people they send to other places will be more will inevitably decrease.”

Al’s eyes lit up: “You are going to ‘somewhere else’, aren’t you? Can I guide them away for you?”

The boss smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder: “A child can be taught.”

“I understand! I will do it!” The boy clenched his fists, full of energy.

“Then you go back quickly. By the way, bring this.” The boss stuffed the freshly baked bread into the young man’s hand, “It will be strange if you don’t buy anything in the restaurant.”

Al had already experienced the culinary skills of this restaurant, and he was only in awe of the iron-hard bread.

Maybe the boss didn’t just give it to him to make his behavior in the restaurant more reasonable. When the boy left with the bread in his arms, he thought, this thing can be used as a weapon to hit people!

Mr. N watched the boy go away, then turned back to the kitchen. Duan Feizhuo was squatting at the door of the cellar, listening to the conversation between him and Al.

“Why did you lie to him?” Duan Feizhuo asked, “He continues to live his life step by step, and the committee will only relax his vigilance. I don’t think they should send more people to study a little servant.”

“No, he won’t leave.” Mr. N shrugged. “To tell you the truth, he would just yell ‘I’m not a child anymore, I want to help the master’. But in my terms, he would feel that he With a heavy responsibility, I really helped the master, and then obediently followed my orders.”

Duan Feizhuo looked at Mr. N in awe. As expected of the man chosen by Z to be the assistant of the next leader, the man who manipulates people’s hearts is so superb. If he is not a mystic, then he must be the next leader of the Night Watchmen, right?

Why did such a man quit his job to open a restaurant? Is it purely for ideals?

Three days later.

Early in the morning the postman called on Scotland Yard. Every day, a huge pile of letters is sent through the postal system to the headquarters of the London Police. Some of them are private letters from the police, others are official documents, and a very small number are “a letter to the police”, such as a criminal notice issued by a criminal.

After these letters are handed over to Scotland Yard’s mailroom, they are delivered to various departments by special sorting staff and delivered to the recipients.

A letter that read “Received by the Abnormal Case Investigation Division” was handed in layer by layer, and sent all the way to the department that all the police dared not approach.

The letter is now on the desk of the new superintendent.

Because the recipient wrote “Abnormal Case Investigation Section” instead of the specific name of a police detective, it can only be considered as a letter addressed to the entire department.

The superintendent opened the envelope impatiently. In the past two days, they have been extremely busy looking for those former night guards. They vanished like dew in the morning, and they turned London upside down without a trace. So all the people related to them were monitored, but even the monitors didn’t notice anything unusual. Everything was running as usual, as if those few people had never been fired.

He had to find those former night watchmen. The committee is about to implement a big plan, and Lord Carter believes that those people will become their biggest obstacle. All stumbling blocks must be cleared before implementation.

The superintendent took out the letter. He thought it was an anonymous report letter, but the contents of the letter made him laugh. It turned out to be an advertisement sent by an insurance company, persuading all Scotland Yard police officers to purchase personal accident insurance. The letter enumerated the risks of police work and boasted how practical his own insurance was.

Most of the letters were typed, only the names of the departments were handwritten. The superintendent had no doubt that every department in Scotland Yard had received such a letter.

He crumpled up the letter and threw it into the trash can.

This was his first mistake: not burning the letter to ashes on the spot.

Meanwhile, Scotland Yard went underground.

Duan Feizhuo, Xenophon, and Mr. N quietly advanced along the sewer and arrived at a rough staircase.

There is no door at the top of the stairs, only a stone wall, the masterpiece of some ghost designer.

“Do you want to use a secret technique to open it?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

“Of course not.” Xenophon said absent-mindedly. He stared at the mice running under his feet, and had an unparalleled interest in them. “Things made by occult techniques are easy to find. That wall is actually just an ordinary mechanism.” .”

“Aren’t ordinary institutions easier to find?”

“Many occultists have their eyes set high, and think that things that don’t have esoteric techniques are worthless. They don’t spend time investigating every wall in the dungeon.”

Mr. N looked at the two of them: “Don’t go in too soon. Find out where Boss Z is and whether there are any idlers in the dungeon.”

Duan Feizhuo nodded, releasing his auditory tentacles. One floor up is the dungeon. The atmosphere here is dark, terrifying and chaotic. He heard the frantic wailing of many people—the mystics who had been imprisoned here for many years. Some of them didn’t sound like living people.

He struggled to make out the familiar voice.

“Is there anyone! I am willing to be recruited! I beg you to recruit me! I am willing to do anything!”

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Paimo. He still hasn’t given up his dream of being recruited, which is really commendable. Duan Feizhuo really wanted to reply to him, “Refer to safety, to Zhao Niao’s safety.” In the past, night police officers would not recruit him, but now that the abnormal case investigation department has been replaced, he is even more hopeless.

Duan Feizhuo continued to search other places. The auditory tentacles flicked from cell to cell, and finally he found a familiar pulse in the cell in the center of the dungeon.

Z’s heart is driven by ether crystals, and the beating sound is different from that of ordinary people, which is easy to recognize. At this moment, Z’s heartbeat is very slow. I don’t know if he is asleep or…

Duan Feizhuo didn’t dare to continue thinking.

Besides him in Z’s cell, there was another heartbeat.

The night guards would never put two prisoners together, so Duan Feizhuo judged that the other person was the guard.

“Are you willing to confess today? Where is the owner of the secret trading house?”

This voice is delicate and pure, it belongs to the tone of a girl. However, his tone was cold and gloomy, without the innocence of a young girl at all.

Duan Feizhuo’s heart tightened, and he couldn’t help clenching his fists.

It was Mrs Boyle’s voice.

“I’ve said it all, I don’t know.” Z said.

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and Duan Feizhuo had never heard him speak in such a weak tone.

“Are you stubborn? It’s not enough to dismantle your hands and feet, so I must also dismantle your other parts?” Mrs. Boyle let out a silvery laugh, obviously enjoying dismantling mechanical prosthetic limbs.

“Even if you vivictored me, it’s useless. If you don’t know, you don’t know. I still want to ask you where he is.” Z said coldly.

“Then let me change the question. How to enter the secret trading house?”

“Aren’t you a customer of the trading house? You still ask me?”

“As soon as you were arrested, you tore off the magic circle talisman paper on your body.” Mrs. Boyle said viciously, “That is the talisman paper that only the owner of the trading house can use, right? The guest’s talisman paper can only be used by himself. You can use it and not transfer it to others, so you don’t have to worry about it being confiscated. But you tore off that piece of talisman. I can only understand that it is for the owner of the trading bank. Not only can he use it, but you can also use it. You are afraid that I will force you to enter the trading house, so you tear up the talisman!”

“…I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Tell me! How do you get into the trading house! The owner of the trading house specially opened the back door for you, don’t tell you that you don’t know anything!”

Z sneered: “You want to get the secret trading company that much?”

“In the face of those rare treasures, who can be devoid of greed?” Mrs. Boyle resumed her delicate tone, “In short, you can tell me the whereabouts of the owner of the trading house and the method of entering the trading house. I will spare you. I advise you not to be ignorant of flattery.”

Z was silent for a while, and said, “Okay. I’ll say it. I’ll say both.”

Duan Feizhuo was startled. Z wouldn’t want to betray him, would he? He absolutely did not believe that Z would be so ruthless. Besides… besides, Z doesn’t know the answers to those two questions! What can he explain?

“He went to Switzerland.” Z said calmly, “The Alps.”

“…Switzerland?”

“Have you read “The Last Case”? Holmes and Professor Moriarty fell down the Reichenbach Falls together. He likes Holmes, so he is going to go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land.”

Not only Mrs. Boyle was stunned, but Duan Feizhuo was also stunned. What is this all about…

Z continued: “The way to enter the trading house is also very simple. Just take off your clothes and stand in a bucket on a full moon night, and fill the bucket with eel’s eyeballs…”

Snapped! A loud slap.

“I’m not in the mood to joke with you!” Mrs. Boyle was a little annoyed.

“I’m not kidding.”

Mrs. Boyle chuckled suddenly: “I heard that the night guards have many special methods for interrogating prisoners, which can challenge the limit of human imagination. Why don’t I try them on you one by one?”

“That’s just right. My imagination is relatively poor. Thank you for letting me gain insight.”

“Just continue to be stubborn. I will give you another day to think about it. I will visit you tomorrow with a torture tool. Don’t forget, your sensitivity to pain is very low because I specially lowered it when I transformed you. Undead Soldiers don’t need to feel pain. Of course, I can also adjust it back, and even make your pain sense more acute than ordinary people. When the time comes…” Mrs. Boyle stopped and laughed heartily.

The door of the cell was closed, and the sound of the woman’s high-heeled shoes went all the way up, leaving the dungeon.

Duan Feizhuo clenched his fists so hard that his joints turned white, his nails sank into his palms, and even pierced his skin, bleeding out.

That old hag treated Z like that…!

“Hey, what did you hear?” Xenophon didn’t know why, and poked him.

“I found Z’s location.” Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth, “Mrs. Boyle was interrogating him just now. … Now she is gone.”

“Oh! That’s just right! I don’t want to face that woman.” Xenophon recalled the last battle, and felt the old wound on his body ache again.

“Let’s go.” Mr. N took the lead and went up the steps, pushing away the stone wall at the top of the stone steps.

The wall can be rotated, and as soon as he turns around, he goes to the other side.

Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon hurriedly followed.

By rotating the wall trap, they enter an empty cell. Like all the cells in the dungeon, its walls are painted with magic circles that block the occult. In one corner of the cell was a pile of rags, which looked a bit like human clothes. Duan Feizhuo didn’t dare to look in that direction. He always felt that there was a bone of bones under the rags.

The cell door was open. Mr. N pushed open the door, winked at Duan Feizhuo, and told him to lead the way. Duan Feizhuo didn’t dare to delay, he rushed into the corridor and rushed to Z’s cell.

“Wait a minute!” Xenophon shouted behind him angrily, “Do you remember our plan?”

“Of course I remember!” Duan Feizhuo replied, “Blow open the prison door, bring Z into the trading house, and then cover our retreat on the other side.”

“That’s good! I’m afraid you will forget everything when you see the boss getting excited!” Xenophon teased.

He stood side by side with Mr. N in front of Z’s cell door, and exchanged affirmative glances.

“Together?” Mr. N asked.

Xenophon smiled: “Together.”

The two pressed the cell door at the same time. No one was counting the seconds, but they launched the secret attack at the exact same time!

There was a loud noise like thunder!

The cell door was torn to shreds like a flimsy piece of paper.

The loud bang immediately alerted the detectives in the upstairs office.

The time left for the rescuers is only tens of seconds.

Xenophon and Mr. N stepped aside, and Duan Feizhuo got into the cell.

With his back to them, Z was lying on his side in the middle of the cell. He was wearing only a thin shirt, one cuff and one trouser leg were empty, and his prosthetic had been removed. The silver hair spread on the ground like a thin layer of hoarfrost.

He turned over and faced the three rescuers, with an arc of his mouth, but his tone was very calm: “It’s too slow.”

Duan Feizhuo couldn’t bear it anymore and hugged him.

Z seems to be a little thinner, the metal spine is more prominent, and the palm of his hand hurts when he touches it. His cheeks were sunken, and he looked a little weak, but it didn’t detract from his beauty. The already deep eyes were even deeper, and the facial lines became sharper.

He struggled to prop up his body, and wrapped his lover’s neck with his only remaining hand.

“Sorry, we’re late.” Duan Feizhuo rubbed Z’s neck.

Now is not the time to be gentle. After Z Ping’an is rescued, they can make out for as long as they want. Now is the time to race against the clock.

He took out the talisman paper from his pocket, grabbed Z’s body, and dragged him into the trading house.

As soon as they entered the secret space, two people immediately ran towards them—Ms. Acheson and Ms. Q were on standby in the trading house.

After they entered through the passenger passage, they never left. Duan Feizhuo was always curious: What would happen if you left the customer while you left? Now he knew—the guest would stay here until the host came back and opened the guest passage.

“Boss, you look miserable.” Ms. Q sighed.

“Is it our turn?” asked Miss Acheson.

Duan Feizhuo nodded: “We made too much noise, they will come over immediately.”

The two ladies didn’t delay for a moment, and rushed to the entrance of the guest passage. The moment they were about to hit the tapestry on the wall, Duan Feizhuo turned the golden clock.

The two passed through the wall and returned to the real world.

Duan Feizhuo quickly turned the clock back. Z sat leaning against the wall, staring at him with red eyes motionless. Duan Feizhuo was almost drowning in his eyes that were as clear as water.

“I’m going back to help. I’ll be right back,” he said. “It’s safe here.”

“I’m waiting for you.” Z whispered.

Duan Feizhuo looked at him reluctantly, and returned to the real world.

scotland yard. Office of the Abnormal Case Investigation Division.

Detectives heard the loud bang and immediately realized it was coming from the dungeon. All the personnel swarmed out and went straight to the ground.

Just behind them, in a trash can full of waste paper, two sheets of paper shimmered faintly.

One side of the paper is the letter from the insurance company, and the other side is the magic circle—in the eyes of those who have not signed a contract with the trading house, it is no different from white paper.

Ms. Q and Miss Acheson walked out of the circle.

“It’s true that you threw the letter into the trash can.” Ms. Q patted the stain on her body.

Miss Acheson walked towards the desk that belonged to her without saying a word.

This is her territory, her throne, but it is occupied by others. Other people’s fingerprints and other people’s files were left on her beloved typewriter—unforgivable!

She picked up the heavy typewriter. Although she looks like a weak female clerk, her arms are surprisingly strong.

The typewriter made a “click, click” sound and deformed in her arms.

The keyboard split, the word cart shrank, and a rotating shaft slowly protruded, and other parts formed six black barrels around the rotating shaft.

— the typewriter turned into a golden Gatling gun.

“Let’s go,” she said.