noffsinger Chapter 2249 Code Name 3
Chapter 2249 Code Name 3
Yan Ruyu picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"I told you, Mr. Mo will not let you go."
You were still of some use before, so I'll spare your life for now.
Now that you're in our hands, you're a pawn to him. He has no choice but to kill you to silence you.
The waiter lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the complex emotions in them.
He thought he had long since disregarded life and death, and when he worked for Mr. Mo, he never thought he would die a peaceful death.
But that near-death experience he had just had, the excruciating pain that felt like his internal organs were being ripped apart, the despair of his gradually fading consciousness and the inability to turn back, made him truly realize that death was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Only those who have truly come close to death know how precious life is.
He would never dare to go to his death now.
He had witnessed Mr. Mo's ruthlessness firsthand, and he had also heard a little about the methods of Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe.
On one side is a certain death, and on the other side there may still be a glimmer of hope.
He remained silent for a long time, and the only sound in the room was the burning of the candle.
The man's fingers gripped the coarse cloth beneath him tightly. Finally, he made up his mind, raised his head, and looked at Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe with a complicated expression. He asked in a low voice, "What do you want to know?"
Huo Changhe met his gaze, his tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation: "All."
"Don't leave out anything about how you followed Mr. Mo and how you managed the fresh produce shop."
The waiter felt weak and sore all over, with a dull ache in his stomach. His gaze fell on Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe, filled with the fear of surviving a disaster and a hint of desperate resolve.
He licked his dry lips, his voice still hoarse, but a bit more steady than when he woke up: "I have no name, never have."
“Mr. Mo’s men all only have code names.” The waiter lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids. “He decides who I am, and that’s who I am.”
When I was in Rongzhou, I was the accountant of a silk shop;
When I arrived in Youcheng, I became the manager of a fresh produce shop.
The identity is fake; only the code name is real.
Yan Ruyu paused, the warm steam blurring her features: "What is your purpose in coming to Youcheng?"
Mentioning this, the waiter's body tensed involuntarily, his tone carrying a hint of fear towards Mr. Mo: "The matter in Rongzhou has enraged Mr. Mo."
He paused, as if recalling Mr. Mo's expression at the time: "The master said that the Prince of Zhennan's mansion ruined his important plans, and this debt must be settled."
We came to Youcheng for two reasons: first, to take revenge on you; and second, to cause trouble in Youcheng, to create chaos and unrest.
"Outrageous!" Huo Changhe slammed his hand on the table, causing the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table to tremble. "Just because of his anger, the people of Youcheng are going to lose their lives for no reason?"
How can you bear to see so many families torn apart like this?!
His voice, filled with suppressed anger, rolled through the room like muffled thunder.
The waiter trembled with fright, instinctively shrinking his neck and not daring to look him in the eye.
Yan Ruyu gently pressed Huo Changhe's arm, signaling him to calm down, and then turned her gaze back to the waiter.
"What methods did you use? How did those people in Youcheng who suddenly fell ill get their illnesses?"
The waiter swallowed hard, took a moment to calm himself, and then said in a low voice, "That's not an ordinary illness; it's a strange disease specially created by Mr. Mo."
He paused, then explained in detail: "We use Baixing Teahouse as our base, and Zhou Zhenghang—who is also known as Number Three—is responsible for selecting our targets in the teahouse."
He would serve the selected people different teas that looked no different from ordinary teas, and then find a way to get them to eat specially made medicinal food.
Once these two substances accumulate to a certain amount in the body, the strange illness will manifest.
"Tea?" A hint of doubt flashed in Yan Ruyu's eyes. "We have already examined the tea in the teahouse, and it is not poisonous."
“It’s definitely not poisonous.” The waiter nodded quickly. “But those teas contain special ingredients. They’re fine to drink on their own, but once they’re combined with medicinal cuisine, they can cause mutations in the body.”
As for the specific principle behind it, I don't know either. Mr. Mo didn't explain; we just need to follow his instructions.
He paused, then added, "There's one more thing: if you consume these two things and then drink alcohol, the onset of the strange illness will be greatly accelerated."
If you don't drink alcohol, the onset is slower and the symptoms are milder.
Yan Ruyu stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, lost in thought.
Huo Changhe's expression was solemn.
"What's going on at Miaoyinfang?" Yan Ruyu suddenly asked, her gaze fixed on the waiter.
Upon hearing the words "Miaoyinfang," the waiter's expression changed drastically. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated noticeably. His lips moved, but he didn't utter a word.
Upon seeing this, Huo Changhe's tone was as cold as ice: "We have already noticed what you just said."
If you still want to hide something, feel free to try and see if you're as stubborn as the devil himself, or if it's easier for you to cross the threshold of the King of Hell.
These words were like a sharp needle, causing a dull ache in his abdomen.
He swallowed again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and finally spoke: "The person in charge of Miaoyin Pavilion is the core of this operation."
She arrived in Youcheng after us, but Mr. Mo specifically instructed that we all obey her orders.
"Every time she appeared, she would first signal with the sound of her zither." The waiter recalled the details. "As soon as we heard that specific zither music, we had to find a way to see her within half an hour."
She would signal who she wanted to see with her piano music; there were three pieces in total, each representing a specific person, and everything was pre-arranged.
Yan Ruyu suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."
The music from Miaoyinfang was actually their secret code for sending messages; no wonder we hadn't been able to figure out their contact methods before.
Meanwhile, at the other end of Youcheng, in the Miaoyinfang, several jasmine plants grew in an elegant courtyard, their petals emitting a faint fragrance.
Miaoqin sat by the window, holding a gold-embossed invitation in her hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The maid stood beside her and asked in a low voice, "Miss, Manager Yu from the Qian family shop sent an invitation to us to perform. Do you think we should go?"
Miaoqin placed the invitation on the table and gently traced the words on it with her fingertips: "Of course I'll go."
She looked up at the maid, her eyes gleaming with shrewdness: "Although this Manager Yu is just a manager and not the owner of the Qian family, he has a lot of influence in the Qian family's shops."
He is a very influential figure in Youcheng's business circles; befriending him will greatly benefit our future endeavors.
The maid nodded and replied, "Then I will go and inform the messenger."
"Tell them that we will make all the preparations and give Manager Yu an unforgettable birthday celebration," Miaoqin instructed, her tone full of confidence.
"Yes."
The maid bowed and withdrew, but soon returned and walked to Miaoqin's side, saying in a low voice, "Miss, there's something strange about number three."