The tea soup glowed amber under the lamp.
Blood Prison didn't taste it immediately, but just held it in his hands, as if he was using the warmth to warm his cold fingers.
Long Jinyu did not rush him. He leaned back on the chair, his eyes moved away from Blood Prison's face and fell on the square towel at the corner of the table. The light passed through the jasper table and cast a small piece of bluish-white light on his fingertips.
The interrogation room was quiet for a long time.
"Blood Prison Douluo."
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Long Jinyu took the initiative to break the silence. His voice was softer than before, a little less sharp than the interrogation, and a little more... indescribable solemnity.
Blood Prison raised his eyes.
Long Jinyu took out a palm-sized leather photo folder from Soul Tool, opened it, and pushed it in front of him.
"Have you seen this person?"
The photo is not large, and the edges of the photo clip are somewhat worn, showing that it has been viewed many times.
Above is a woman - her hair is black and shiny, hanging down on her shoulders, her eyebrows are cold, and her temperament is calm. Her smile is very light, but there is an unforgettable warmth that makes people feel at a glance - she does not belong here.
Blood Prison put down the tea cup and picked up the photo folder.
He looked at it for a long time.
"I've seen it."
Long Jinyu's eyes lit up for a moment.
"Where?"
Blood Prison looked away from the photo and looked at Long Jinyu. There was a complicated look in his dark red eyes.
"It's also in the photo."
Long Jinyu: "..."
He stared at Blood Prison's face, as if he was trying to decide whether this sentence was "making fun of him or not." But Blood Prison's expression was very serious.
"Is this the previous dean of the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion?"
Blood Prison pushed the photo back, "Su Qingyan, she is very famous. Not only was she mentioned in Douluo Three Kingdoms--Holy Spirit Cult, there were even people from the Sun Moon Empire who asked about her. They said that her medical skills were divine and she created soul-guided medical technology that was far beyond the current world. Later... she disappeared."
"It is said that after she disappeared, Yanhuang Lingyun was silent for a long time, until--"
"--until you show up."
He paused and observed Long Jinyu's expression.
"Dean Long suspects that we did it?"
Long Jinyu sneered, closed the photo clip with a snap, and gently rubbed his thumb on the leather surface.
"What can't you Holy Spirit Cult do?"
He said calmly, "I don't doubt you, but you can't explain it."
Blood Prison was silent for a moment and did not deny it.
"Then Dean Long wants to ask me now - the whereabouts of Dean Su?"
He raised his head and said, "I honestly don't know about this. The teachings have never mentioned the capture of such a person. With her reputation and strength, if she really fell into the hands of Holy Spirit Cult, I shouldn't have heard anything about it."
"Are you sure?"
"I have no need to lie to you. When Dean Su disappeared, I was in seclusion. By the time I came out, this incident would have been a long time ago."
Blood Prison said calmly, "I heard that the Supreme Leader and other senior officials had discussed her whereabouts. Some said she went to the Sun Moon Empire, some said she was imprisoned by a big force, and some said..."
He looked into Long Jinyu's eyes.
"... She was originally the righteous god who lived in the nine heavens. When she saw the suffering of all living beings in the world, she descended from the divine position to the mortal world and hung a pot to save the world. Now that her earthly fate has ended and she is bound by the rules of heaven and earth, she has finally returned to her Divine Realm."
Long Jinyu showed no expression.
He looked down at the cup of tea on the table. The heat had dissipated and the water was as calm as a piece of amber. After a few breaths, he raised his head.
"Divine Realm came to the world, the righteous god came to the world--Blood Prison Douluo tells the story with great literary grace."
There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, "So your Holy Son was packaged like this?"
Blood Prison couldn't keep up with his rhythm for a while. "... What does the dean mean?"
"It's not interesting. Go on making it up - no, go on."
Long Jinyu put the photo clip back casually Soul Tool, "Which one do you believe?"
"I... don't believe anyone."
Blood Prison shook his head, "I never jump to conclusions about things I haven't seen with my own eyes. This is probably one of my few advantages."
"Heh, I'm going to put gold on my face."
Long Jinyu spoke in a lazy tone, "Didn't you just completely believe the wanted order compiled by Holy Son?"
Blood Prison choked instantly, his face turned red and white, and he was speechless for a long time.
"That's all."
Long Jinyu raised his eyes and returned his gaze to Blood Prison's face. The disturbance caused by the photo had completely calmed down.
"Let's talk about yourself."
Blood Prison: "..."
This boy is more difficult to deal with than he thought. Not because of his strength, but because he can hide his emotions so deeply that you feel that his moment of lapse was intentional.
Blood Prison held the cup of tea and finally took a sip.
The tea was warm, slightly bitter in the mouth, and very light in the aftertaste. He put down the cup, and the bottom of the cup hit the table, making a soft crunching sound.
"Dean Long."
Blood Prison spoke, his voice calmer than expected, "I have told you everything I can say. The structure of the church, the origin of Holy Son, the Holy Girl Project, the cooperation of the Sun Moon Empire - I know everything. You can also ask the three brothers Zhongli for the rest of the details."
He paused and looked down at the chain on his wrist.
"As for my old story, there is nothing good to hear about it. Kill me when you need to, imprison me when you need to, and do whatever you want. My life is here and can be taken at any time."
Long Jinyu did not answer the call.
Beside her, Yu's green eyes narrowed. She didn't have an attack immediately, but the thin layer of halo had already risen from her shoulders.
"Blood Prison Douluo."
Yu's voice was low, as cold as a handful of spring water in early winter, "We have been polite enough to you. You should know in your heart what would happen if Holy Spirit Cult caught Yanhuang Lingyun's offering."
She tilted her head slightly, and her emerald eyelashes cast a small shadow under the lamp.
"If you don't want to say it, you can. You want me to take you to the next door to see what the two elders and the three Zhongli who are traveling with you are facing now?"
Blood Prison's fingertips curled up slightly.
"You can guess it, right?"
Yu continued, "The woman who defeated you is interrogating them personally at the moment. Her temper is not as good as mine - she has not been restrained by the dean yet. You have fought with her, and you should know that she never needs others to speak when she interrogates people..."
Blood Prison's breathing slowed down a beat.
Of course he knows.
That green-haired woman only spent less than half a stick of incense in Sunset Forest, turning him from "Holy Spirit Cult Third Offering" into a "prisoner".
Her methods are indeed more direct and less lenient than this green-haired beauty.
"If..."
"Okay, Sister Yu."
Long Jinyu's voice cut off the end of Yu's words.
He turned his head to the side, and the more he met that gaze, his green eyes moved slightly, and then he stopped talking, stepped back half a step, and quietly stood back to his side.