On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2239 Evil People Will Be Punished by Evil Law

Manager Qi's shout echoed through the empty space, like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, without even a decent echo.

All around him was an impenetrable darkness, not the dimness of nighttime after the lights were turned off, but a pure, unadulterated pitch black, as if all the light in the world had been drawn away, leaving him all alone, enveloped in this void.

He tried to wave his hands, but his fingertips only brushed against the cold air; there was nothing to obstruct him, and nothing to touch.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest. The panic of being utterly abandoned by the world climbed up his spine like vines, wrapping around his neck and making his breathing rapid.

"Is anyone there?" he called again, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "Where is this? What do you want with me here?"

The only response he received was the steady dripping of water coming from an unknown direction, its rhythm clear and distinct in the deathly darkness. Each sound seemed to strike his heart, making his already agitated emotions even more tense.

Manager Qi steadied himself and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that panicking wouldn't solve anything; the most important thing right now was to figure out the situation in the area.

He groped his way up, his feet landing on the cold, hard ground, which felt rough, like polished stone slabs.

He reached out his hand, tentatively moving forward while silently counting his steps.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Without the reference of light, without the obstruction of objects, even time seems to lose its meaning.

He felt as if he had been walking for a long time, the road beneath his feet remained flat, and there was still nothing around him.

His initial silent counting of steps gradually became chaotic. Distances of two or three meters seemed to stretch infinitely, while estimates of five or six meters felt too short. He completely lost his sense of distance and could only grope forward based on instinct.

Just then, my fingertip suddenly touched something.

The touch was smooth and slightly cool, unlike the roughness of bricks or stones, the texture of wood, or the cold hardness of metal. It felt like the surface of some finely polished object, gently extending along the curve of the fingertip.

He instinctively reached out and touched it, tentatively exploring left and right. The thing stretched endlessly horizontally and was impossibly tall vertically, completely blocking his way.

This isn't a wall, but it's more despairing than any wall.

An invisible sense of the unknown overwhelmed him like a tide. He didn't know what the barrier was, what was behind it, or even how big a space he was trapped in.

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist into the smooth barrier. The dull sound spread through the darkness, but there was no response. The barrier remained motionless, and only a cold sensation came from his fingertips.

"Who is it? Show yourself!" he shouted at the barrier, his tone accusatory. "What is your purpose in arresting me? I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this to me?"

The darkness remained silent, with only the dripping of water providing accompaniment, as if mocking his futile efforts.

Manager Qi's patience was gradually worn down, and his fear slowly turned into anger.

He took a few steps back and cursed at the barrier: "You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail!"

If you're so capable, fight it out openly and fairly. What kind of hero locks someone up like this?

"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I just run a medicinal food shop, and I've never offended anyone!"

He became more and more agitated as he cursed, his voice hoarse, but no matter how much he struggled or how much he roared, all around him remained the impenetrable darkness and the monotonous sound of water.

There was no response, no light, not even a breath of wind; it was as if the whole world had stopped, leaving him alone to struggle in vain in this void.

The extreme blackness and absolute silence were like the sharpest knife, slowly cutting through his psychological defenses.

He started to have wild thoughts, recalling his previous plan to transfer his valuables, Zhou Zhenghang's ruthlessness, Miaoqin's eyes, and even the "waiter" who suddenly appeared.

Could it be that Zhou Zhenghang betrayed him to protect himself?

Or did Miss Miaoqin think he was useless and wanted to kill him to silence him?

Or perhaps the people of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion had been watching him all along, and this was a trap they had set specifically for him?

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, making him dizzy.

He slid down the smooth barrier, put his hands behind his head, and let out a suppressed sob.

The previous composure and calculation had vanished without a trace, leaving only a deep-seated fear and despair.

He didn't know how long this would last, nor what awaited him.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone slabs, reflecting two figures standing side by side.

Yan Ruyu stood there, her plain dress swaying slightly in the night breeze, her expression cold and stern, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

She gazed at the dark night sky in the distance, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "Evil people need evil laws to punish them. Ordinary interrogation methods are completely useless against someone as cunning and self-serving as him."

Huo Changhe stood beside her, his figure upright, his gaze fixed on her face with a mixture of gentleness and curiosity: "Yu'er, this kind of interrogation method is quite rare."

"Can darkness and silence alone, without the sight of swords or spears, truly drive someone to despair?"

Yan Ruyu turned her head to look at him, a faint smile curving her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes; instead, it carried a hint of coldness: "It's nothing more than using people's psychology."

What people fear most is never the visible danger, but the unknown fear.

In such an environment, without light, without sound, and with nothing to rely on, even the most resilient person will start to have wild thoughts over time, and their defenses will naturally crumble.

She paused, then continued, "Let him stay inside for a few hours, until he has considered all the terrible possibilities and his mind has completely broken down. Then we can question him more effectively."

Upon hearing this, Huo Changhe nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Yu'er is indeed very thoughtful."

The medicinal cuisine shop was brightly lit, but there weren't many customers coming and going, and the few employees were busy with their own tasks.

Just then, a figure walked in from outside; it was Wu Liang, disguised as Manager Qi.

The shop assistant responsible for greeting customers spotted him immediately, a look of surprise on his face. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Shopkeeper, weren't you resting inside? When did you go out?"

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow without changing his expression and said in a hoarse voice, "What? Do I have to report to you every time I go somewhere?"

The shop assistant quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "No, no, that's not what I meant."

Wu Liang frowned, coughed twice, and his voice sounded even hoarse: "Quickly bring me a bowl of tea, can't you hear my throat is hoarse?"