Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 370 Could it be him? My heart is pounding.

Ning Yao was jolted by the smell of disinfectant in the prison toilet and instinctively raised her hand to hug her arm.

"Are you cold?" Upon seeing this, Wen Tingye spread his arm with one hand and hugged Ning Yao, warming her with his own body.

"It's alright, but the disinfectant smell here is too strong," Ning Yao said, glancing at the whitish marks on the floor.

Everywhere were cold, hard cement walls, and guards from the Simen were patrolling outside; they couldn't afford to waste too much time.

After taking a few steps out of Wen Tingye's arms, Ning Yao ran to the door, leaned out halfway, and intended to take a look at the number of guards patrolling the corridor.

"With so many people patrolling at fixed times and locations, we simply can't get to the cell."

"Now it's your turn to perform." Wen Tingye smiled at Ning Yao, his eyes revealing shrewdness.

"You mean, watch me perform?" Ning Yao raised her hand, pointing her fingertips at herself and silently poking herself, puzzled.

Wen Tingye: "There are about three guards patrolling each floor of the prison. The patrols take place every half hour, with cross patrols and no gaps."

Ning Yao didn't understand, so what was she supposed to perform?

"See that dent in the wall over there? I can't hide in it. You'll hide there, and when someone gets close to you..."

Wen Tingye paused briefly, then raised his arm and made a chop motion.

There's only one person on each patrol. Even if there are three on one floor, you can just knock them out one by one.

However, the operation must be quick and precise, leaving no time for the patrolling guards to react, even 0.1 seconds. It is still quite difficult to execute.

Ning Yao nodded, exchanged a glance with Wen Tingye, and then nimbly leaped over from one end, dodging into the small depression.

Ning Yao hid in the depression, her heart pounding wildly.

Using the light and shadow in the corridor, Ning Yao saw the shadow of a guard gradually walking towards her.

After timing it perfectly, Wen Tingye struck with a single blow, quickly appearing and dragging the person into a corner to hide them, then pulling off their clothes.

Ning Yao is not short, so even when she wears the Si Men's uniform and dresses up as a man, there is not much of a sense of incongruity. However, she is a bit thin and weak. She has to wear four layers of clothing to fill out her figure, making her look somewhat masculine.

After changing into Si Men's clothes, Ning Yao and Wen Tingye walked out confidently.

Apart from a few on patrol, the guards in the prison were all resting at this time.

The people in the cells were all held in solitary confinement, and there was no sound of conversation.

There were hardly any people walking around outside; the entire corridor was empty and quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ning Yao lowered her head slightly, her slender fingers tugging at the brim of her hat, while glancing down at the cell on her left.

The cells here are all small cubicles separated by walls, just like the prisons in ancient times depicted in TV dramas, almost identical.

Several thick wooden stakes stood along the corridor; it wasn't a solid wall, and you could clearly see the people imprisoned inside.

Ning Yao slowed her pace and carefully examined the prisoners inside.

Each prisoner had bloodstains on them, and their expressions were desperate and blank, not at all like normal people.

However, there is some basis to this: prisoners who are held in such places by the Simen must have committed serious, trivial offenses.

Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye, and Wen Tingye happened to look up at her as well.

Their eyes met silently, then quickly looked away.

Wen Tingye saw the reluctance in Ning Yao's eyes, while Ning Yao saw the cold indifference in Wen Tingye's eyes.

This wasn't the first time Wen Tingye had witnessed such a scene; his own organization also had a disciplinary interrogation department.

If someone breaks the rules, they will also be imprisoned, and being tortured is not uncommon.

Ning Yao continued walking forward, looking for male prisoners who were about the same age as Si Longshen.

Ning Yao clenched her fists at her sides. Her feelings were extremely complicated. She didn't know whether she wanted to find this person or not.

As Ning Yao walked through the dungeon corridor, every step she took was heavy, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists tightly.

She could even feel her palms sweating profusely, especially when she saw a man whose build was similar to Si Longshen's now, her heart palpitations grew even stronger.

"What are you doing?" Just as Ning Yao was about to walk to the next cell, someone shouted from behind.

Ning Yao subconsciously stopped in her tracks, but dared not turn around, her brows furrowed tightly.

Wen Tingye turned around before Ning Yao, his eyes calmly meeting the newcomer's gaze.

Before the other party could pull out a pistol from the belt strapped to his side, Wen Tingye had already rushed forward in a few steps and swiftly knocked the man unconscious.

The person didn't make a sound at all during that time; their lips opened and closed slightly, and by the time they realized what was happening, they were already lying on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the prisoners in the surrounding cells struggled to get up and crowded to the front to stare at Wen Tingye and Ning Yao.

Ning Yao found it strange that these people didn't say a word when they saw them knocking out the guards.

Everyone just stood by and watched, as if it were none of their business.

Aren't they curious about what she and Wen Tingye are doing here?

A gaze, neither too close nor too far, quietly fell upon Ning Yao, but Ning Yao did not notice. She simply helped Wen Tingye drag the guard aside and hide him, so that if anyone else came and saw the unconscious guard, they would not cause a commotion.

Wen Tingye was basically the one dragging people along, while Ning Yao was just covering for them and looking around.

After putting the person down, Wen Tingye glanced at the cell next to him and his eyes met someone's.

The person's hair was messy, mostly white, and about the length of their neck, making it difficult to tell whether they were male or female.

His face was covered in scars, making it impossible to tell what he looked like, but his eyes were unusually bright, with a hint of inquiry in them.

The man in the cell moved forward with difficulty, eventually stretching out his arm and placing his hand on the wooden stake.

Even on this person's hands, there were hardly any pieces of skin to look at; they were covered with old and new scars, and there wasn't a single patch of intact skin.

Seeing Wen Tingye pause, Ning Yao pursed her lips and followed his gaze...

At that moment, a man who was so thin he was almost unrecognizable was struggling to climb to the cell door using both his hands and feet.

His clothes were filthy, even torn, and his cheekbones were unusually prominent, making his face look like a skull, which was quite frightening.

He noticed Ning Yao looking at him, her eyes filled with an indescribable joy and complex emotions, with a hint of tears.

Ning Yao was startled by the appearance of the person in the cell; her heart skipped a beat and forgot to beat.

This man was unlike any of the prisoners we had seen before. He was exceptionally miserable and filthy, as if he had been locked up in this cell for a very long time, never seeing the light of day. His skin was deathly white, the kind of paleness that comes from the absence of any vital signs.

It's been closed for a long time?

Thinking of this, Ning Yao felt a pang of inexplicable pain in her heart.

She instinctively raised her hand and pressed her palm heavily against her chest.

The air she inhaled seemed insufficient to support her oxygen consumption, so Ning Yao desperately took a deep breath of the prison air.

The air here is not as good as outside, and it even smells bad, with a rotten smell, disinfectant, and strange smells from people.

Ning Yao stared intently at the prisoners in the cell and spoke three words in an extremely slow voice.

"Luo, Xi, Yun".