At around 2 a.m., Zhao Yan finally arrived in Nanjing. The car parked at the company's door, attracting the attention of several police officers who blocked the scene. One police officer took a look and walked towards him.

Xi Jian, who was staying at the scene, walked over with a cigarette in his hand and frowned.

The car door opened, and Zhao Yan walked out of the car with a calm face.

"The person who comes to the scene stops! There is a blockade in front of you! No one can't get close to you!"

The policeman who came over reached out to stop Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan looked at him coldly. Xi Jian walked closer at the right time and said to the policeman: "This is our company boss!"

The policeman looked at Xi Jian with some surprise, then looked up and down at Zhao Yan, hesitated, and put down his hand and let him go aside.

Zhao Yan walked to the company gate that was burnt black and messy, looking at the miserable wisps of black smoke rising inside, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Xi Jian stood by him silently, also silent.

"Where is Fan Long?"

Zhao Yan asked. On the way to Nanjing, his emotions had stabilized. His voice was low and his face was expressionless.

Xi Jian: "I was sent to the morgue of Dexian Hospital, and the others were basically there!"

"Dexian Hospital..."

Zhao Yan is familiar with this name. He had been sent to this hospital before, so he knew the location of the hospital and didn't say anything else. Zhao Yan turned around and walked back to the car, opened the door and sat in the cab. The door of the passenger seat was also opened. Xi Jian threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and sat in the passenger seat.

"Wang Qin asked me to stay here and wait for you! I originally wanted to call you to tell you where Fan Long is now, but your phone can't be connected!"

This is Xi Jian’s explanation.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, started the car and turned around and drove to Dexian Hospital in the city.

...

At almost three o'clock in the morning, Lei Yi parked in the parking lot of Dexian Hospital. The silent Zhao Yan and the equally silent Xi Jian hurried into the hospital building. They met a security guard at the door and asked the location of the morgue. They walked through the hospital lobby and passed a long corridor. They took the elevator to the second floor of the underground.

This floor is the morgue of Dexian Hospital.

As soon as you walk out of the elevator, you will see the pale lights, the strange smells in the air, and the sound of footsteps clearly echoing in the corridor while walking.

On the bench in the corridor were several people sitting Wang Qin, Tan Jun, Zheng Houwen, Zhu Kun, Su Junyu, Xu Shun, Zheng Xiaohua and Yu Xiaona.

Tan Jun, Zheng Houwen, Zhu Kun and Xu Shun closed their eyes and leaned on the bench to take a nap. Wang Qin leaned on her knees and covered her face with her hands. Su Junyu and Yu Xiaona were whispering to comfort Zheng Xiaohua.

The footsteps first attracted Yu Xiaona's attention. When she turned her head and looked at him, she saw Zhao Yan and Xi Jian, Yu Xiaona called out softly: "Mr. Zhao is here!"

Su Junyu and Wang Qin then looked over, and then Zheng Xiaohua. Zhao Yan saw Zheng Xiaohua's swollen eyes and his face was pale.

Zhao Yan walked to Zheng Xiaohua with a calm face first, and Tan Jun and others woke up at the reminder of Su Junyu and Yu Xiaona, and stood up in front of Zhao Yan one by one.

"Mr. Zhao!"

"Mr. Zhao, you are here!"

"Mr. Zhao! The company... is gone."

...

Amid the lost greetings, Zheng Xiaohua stood up staggeringly with the help of Yu Xiaona, and said to Zhao Yan with red eyes: "Zhao Yan! Fan, Fan Long..."

Before she could finish a word, her tears burst out again.

"Where is Fan Long?"

Zhao Yan asked Su Junyu in a deep voice.

"Inside!"

Su Junyu glanced at Zhao Yan and immediately lowered his head. Although Zhao Yan's expression was calm at this moment, his calm eyes made Su Junyu dare not look directly at him. He had never seen such a look in Zhao Yan before. He was obviously very calm, but he felt very scary.

"lead the way!"

Zhao Yan would go forward first, and there were three red morgues on the front door.

The moment I saw these three words, a chill spread from Zhao Yan's heart, making him feel cold all over his body. These three words mean that all the people lying inside are dead.

And Fan Long is lying inside now.

...

When the staff in the morgue uncovered the white cloth on Fan Long's face, they saw Zhao Yan's pale face. Zhao Yan closed his eyes deeply, and two lines of tears flowed down from his eyes quietly.

Wang Qin and others stood behind him and were all silent. They all knew that Fan Long was Zhao Yan's high school classmate, good brother, and only Zheng Xiaohua's sobs were still ringing.

"Mr. Zhao Yan! Ah, before Ah Long dies, let me tell you... 1. You must avenge him... ..."

Zheng Xiaohua's crying words made Zhao Yan, who had her eyes closed, raise her face, but tears still spread on his face.

Without responding to Zheng Xiaohua, Zhao Yan opened his eyes silently and took two steps forward with heavy steps. He walked to Fan Long, looked at Fan Long's wide eyes, and no longer had any bright eyes. Zhao Yan's corners twitched unnaturally, his tightly pursed lips kept trembling, and his rough right hand trembled forward, stretched forward on Fan Long's face, covering Fan Long's wide eyes, and slowly wiped them down.

"Aaron! I..."

Zhao Yan's extremely heartbroken voice was about to say something, but suddenly stopped. His right hand, which was slowly wiping down on Fan Long's face, also stopped there. A strange thing happened!

At this moment, scenes of scenes that seemed to be back in time appeared in Zhao Yan's mind. From Fan Long being sent to this morgue, scenes continued to go backward like a movie rewind. The scenes quickly returned to the location of the Jianqi Company where the raging fire appeared. Ambulances appeared, police cars appeared, Wang Qin, Xi Jian and others rushed over, and the crowds of onlookers nearby ranged from more to less. In the last scenes, police cars, ambulances, and onlookers all disappeared, and even the raging fires in the company disappeared.

The company's rolling gate was opened and the glass door was closed. Fan Long was kicked under the crotch by a tall and fierce man in a sour dress. The picture turned out to be Fan Long's right leg was smashed by the murderer with an elbow...

The scenes of backflowing scenes were clearly presented in Zhao Yan's mind.

In these scenes, Zhao Yan clearly saw every scene of Fan Long being beaten to death, as if he had experienced it personally.

When all the scenes ended in Zhao Yan's mind, Zhao Yan shook his body and almost fell to the ground. Wang Qin quickly reached out to support him before he stood firm again.

"Mr. Zhao! Sacrifice!"

Wang Qin whispered comfort.

"Fan Long..."

Zhao Yan took back his right hand powerlessly, and Fan Long's wide eyes were closed by him, but at this moment, Zhao Yan's hatred became stronger. He had just witnessed the entire process of Fan Long being killed with his own eyes.

Zhao Yan did not go into the depth of how the vision appeared in his mind just now. It was nothing more than the time lurking in his body that was accidentally triggered in the moment just now.
Chapter completed!