Chen Dong saw that Qin Beiting was angry and said to the person on the phone, "Double it."
Not long after he finished speaking, in the video, Qin Xinhui's screams became even more miserable, "Ahhhhhh… Open the door quickly! Let me out…"
Accompanying his screams were "bang bang bang" knocks, indicating that he was locked in a small dark room.
The keyword "dark room" suddenly reminded Qin Yonghao of what happened back then, and he finally realized that the "she" Qin Beiting was talking about was Yu He!
Did that dead girl remember?
No, if she had truly remembered, Qin Beiting wouldn't have come to ask him about what happened back then.
He shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then. He should have strangled that girl to death instead of just locking her up, letting her reunite with her mother in the underworld!
"Dad! Save me! Save me… Dad…" Qin Xinhui's screams grew more and more tragic, piercing Qin Yonghao's ears and heart.
His eyes widened in anger. "Chen Yongyue, this is a threat! It's no different from using torture to extract a confession! I will report you to the higher-ups for using torture privately!"
Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Qin Beiting stood up abruptly and said coldly, "Take Fourth Master Qin to see what real torture for confession looks like."
"I said what I had to say twelve years ago. If I don't know, no matter what torture you use, I won't know! I will not surrender to you even if I die!"
Qin Yonghao was led to the small dark room next door, still proclaiming his innocence.
After being locked in the dark room, it wasn't even two minutes before a staff member from the monitoring room came out and said, "Seventh Master, Captain Chen, he's willing to talk."
"Bring him out," Chen Yongyue said.
He couldn't help but admire that this interrogation room's dark room was developed by Qin Beiting himself. It was equipped with high-tech devices that could make any prisoner confess everything within three minutes.
This saved a lot of time and manpower for the Special Investigation Department, greatly improving their efficiency.
As for what happened inside the dark room, no one in the entire Special Investigation Department knew, and no one dared to try this perverse invention.
Five minutes later, Qin Yonghao was carried out of the dark room by staff wearing protective suits.
In just a few minutes, he became listless, and his temples were even dotted with white hair, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant, completely unrecognizable from before.
"Speak," Qin Beiting said from the chief interrogator's seat.
Qin Yonghao's hands were cuffed to the table. He had no will to resist. His dry lips parted, and he began to recount the events of that year…
***
Xiehe Hospital.
In the evening, Old Mrs. Yu closed her clinic and brought over the medicinal soup she had specially prepared for Yu He, replacing Cheng Lizhu and the others.
Seeing that Yu He had finally woken up, she quickly went to the bedside. "Nian Nian."
"Grandma," Yu He sat on the hospital bed, hugged her with one arm, and impatiently told her, "I've found the murderer who killed Mom… Mother Yun'er. It was Huang Ying who hired someone to hit her. It wasn't an accidental car crash."
"You truly are…" Old Mrs. Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This child had always been so stubborn, saying she would find the killer, and she actually did.
But when she thought about receiving news that the Imperial First Hotel had been bombed that day, and Yu He was with the bomb, she had fainted on the spot. Fortunately, Xiao Qing had discovered it in time and pinched her philtrum to wake her up, otherwise, it would have delayed the patient's acupuncture.
Even now, Old Mrs. Yu still felt a lingering fear.
"Do you know, I almost thought I would never see you again."
She had already lost her daughter and didn't want to lose her granddaughter too!
Even though this granddaughter was not related by blood.
After so many years, she had come to terms with it. She knew she couldn't touch the Qin family or get justice for her daughter's death, so she no longer hoped for anything, fearing that the more she hoped, the more she would lose everything.
Now, she had only one simple wish: as long as Yu He was by her side, as long as she was healthy and safe, that would be enough.
"If anything happened to you, what would I do?" Old Mrs. Yu choked back tears.
Yu He felt her shoulders get wet, and her grandmother was trembling all over. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
At that time, she just didn't want Qin Beiting to die with her and hadn't considered her family's worry for her at all.
"I'm sorry, I made you worry," she stroked Old Mrs. Yu's back and comforted her. "It's okay. Look, aren't I fine now?"
Old Mrs. Yu looked at her left arm, which was wrapped like a mummy. Such a serious injury would surely leave a scar after healing.
She wiped away her tears, picked up Yu He's left hand with concern, and chided her playfully, "This is what you call fine? Such fair and tender hands, it would be a shame to have scars later."
Moreover, this was her dominant hand, and she didn't know if it would affect her ability to perform acupuncture or code in the future.
"If there are scars, then there are scars. If I can't make a living with my hands in the future, I'll make a living with my face," Yu He said nonchalantly.
Old Mrs. Yu knew she was trying to comfort her. What girl would like to have scars on her body?
Not to mention her, this little workaholic, how could she be at ease with her work if her hands were not intact.
"I'll raise her," a deep, magnetic male voice suddenly said from the doorway.
Yu He looked up and saw the man standing at the hospital room door. His words that day inexplicably echoed in her mind.
"Don't be afraid, even if I die, I'll be with you."
Her heart skipped a beat unconsciously, and various emotions wanted to erupt, but she forcefully suppressed them.
"Grandma, you're here. Have you had dinner? Chen Dong brought dinner," Qin Beiting said in a gentle tone.
"I ate something at the clinic to tide me over before coming," Old Mrs. Yu stood up and picked up the thermos on the table. "Nian Nian's medicinal soup needs to be drunk hot."
"I'll do it," Qin Beiting stepped forward and took the thermos from her. "You go eat dinner."
"Grandma Yu, I brought you pumpkin rice and some light dishes," Chen Dong said with a smile.
Old Mrs. Yu had a light palate, so Qin Beiting had deliberately asked him to choose light dishes.
The hospital room was a VIP suite with a sofa and a coffee table. Chen Dong placed the lunch boxes on the coffee table. Old Mrs. Yu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to eat.
On the hospital bed, Yu He stared at Qin Beiting without blinking. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that Qin Beiting seemed friendlier to her grandmother than before.
Seeing her looking at him, Qin Beiting's lips curved. "Can't you get tired of looking?"
Yu He didn't deny it. "Isn't your face made for people to look at?"
"Just looking? Don't you want to do something?" Qin Beiting scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, brought it to Yu He's lips, and leaned forward. "Like a kiss, hmm?"
Yu He raised her hand to gently push him. "Be serious, Grandma is still here!"
"What are you afraid of? She's not an outsider," Qin Beiting said.
"No!" Yu He insisted.
"Let's steal a kiss, they won't see it," Qin Beiting added.
Yu He: "…"
Why does it feel like they're having an affair?
Chen Dong: Brother Ting, could you keep your voices down a bit? We can hear you over here.