The time of the city

Chapter 210 Arson

The car sped through the night, Ni Jiamu gripped the steering wheel tightly, ignoring Mo Yu's questions.

Mo Yu looked at his stern profile, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger. Her gaze drifted out the window from time to time, trying to guess Ni Jiamu's intentions.

After an unknown amount of time, the car slowly stopped at the beach. A salty, damp sea breeze blew in her face, and through the car window, Mo Yu spotted the dilapidated warehouse not far away.

The dim street lights cast their light weakly, casting a gloomy atmosphere on the warehouse. The sea water kept hitting the iron sheets of the warehouse, and every sound was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, making her instantly recall the scene of Xiao Hecheng being beaten. Her body curled up uncontrollably in the passenger seat, full of fear.

Ni Jiamu pushed open the car door swiftly, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, leaned over and grabbed Mo Yu's arm, trying to pull her out of the car.

"No, I don't want to come here!" Mo Yu struggled desperately, her voice filled with tears and her eyes full of resistance.

Ni Jiamu's hand did not relax at all. He bent down, moved closer to Mo Yu, his eyes firm and gentle: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I will eliminate your fear." His voice was low and powerful.

At Ni Jiamu's insistence, Mo Yu got out of the car. Ni Jiamu held her hand tightly and walked slowly towards the warehouse.

The sea breeze blew wildly, hitting my face, carrying the salty taste of the sea water.

Standing in front of the warehouse, the unbearable memories flooded back like a tide. Mo Yu's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her breathing became rapid. Ni Jiamu noticed her strangeness and gently squeezed her hand.

Just then, several of his men rushed over carrying buckets of gasoline. Ni Jiamu reached out to take one and said in a low voice, "Since this place scares you so much, I'll burn it down."

After that, he and his men quickly sprang into action, pouring gasoline all over the warehouse. The pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the air, and Mo Yu realized that Ni Jiamu was serious.

She shouted in panic, "If you set fire, the police will catch you!"

Ni Jiamu, however, didn't care at all, with an uninhibited smile on his face: "Then let him go first and talk later."

He took out a match from his pocket and lightly struck it on the matchbox. With a "hiss", a bright flame shot up, illuminating his deep eyes and angular face.

He turned to look at Mo Yu with a reassuring smile on his face, then raised his hand and threw the lit match into the warehouse.

Instantly, flames shot up into the sky, swiftly engulfing the warehouse. Ni Jiamu stood before the flames, his face reflecting the dancing flames, his smile growing even more unbridled.

Mo Yu looked at the burning fire, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated with the rising flames.

"Do you want to play with a fairy wand?" Ni Jiamu walked up to her at some point and handed her a lit fairy wand.

Colorful sparks flickered at the tip of the stick, forming a wonderful and harmonious picture with the fire behind it.

Mo Yu took it subconsciously and waved it gently in the night sky. Sparks drew brilliant tracks as she moved.

After she finished smoking one cigarette, Ni Jiamu handed her another. She didn't hesitate and continued waving it, enjoying the moment of relaxation.

Ni Jiamu stood quietly by, his eyes following Mo Yu. Seeing her finally break into a long-lost smile, his eyes were filled with tenderness and relief.

"Are you still scared?" he asked softly.

Mo Yu stopped what she was doing, and was stunned for a moment. After a moment, she slowly shook her head: "I don't think I'm that scared anymore."

The fire gradually died down, and the two men turned around to return to the car, but suddenly the sound of sirens rang out in the silent night.

Mo Yu's heart suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously hid behind Ni Jiamu, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's hum: "The police are here."

Ni Jiamu looked calm, patted Mo Yu's shoulder gently, and said soothingly: "Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

After saying this, he walked towards the police with steady steps. At first, the police looked stern and sharp, his eyes scrutinizing Ni Jiamu, his hands folded across his chest, exuding a majestic aura.

Ni Jiamu was not in a hurry. He spoke to the police in a low voice with a calm expression, nodding slightly from time to time, and explaining with gestures from time to time.

Gradually, the officer's tense expression relaxed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he actually smiled. Finally, Ni Jiamu waved his hand, and the officer turned back to the police car and drove away in a cloud of dust.

"He really has some skills." Mo Yu looked at Ni Jiamu's back and couldn't help but admire him in her heart. Her originally tense heart was finally relieved.

The return trip was quiet. Mo Yu leaned against the window, watching the scenery rapidly recede outside, only to recall the blazing fire and the fairy wand flickering at her fingertips.

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The night in the water town is as quiet as a poem forgotten by time. The river meanders by, gently lapping against the shore, making a subtle sound.

In the distance, a few dim lights swayed in the night, and the halo of light spread out, adding a bit of hazy warmth to this quiet water town.

A quaint little house stood by the water, its tiles covered in moss, shimmering faintly in the moonlight. Inside, the light was dim, a small oil lamp on the table emitting a weak glow, shrouding everything in the house in a hazy yellow.

The boy lay quietly in bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as the moonlight outside the window. His breathing was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible, and his chest rose and fell only very slowly. If it weren't for this subtle movement, one would really mistake him for being asleep in an eternal dream.

The girl sat quietly beside the bed, and she gently held the boy's hands with both hands. Her hands were so cold, as if carrying the chill of winter.

"Wake up," the girl's voice was soft and choked, floating slowly in the silent room, "I want to talk to you."

"If you don't wake up, everything in this water town seems to have lost its color. I have so many things to say, but I can only tell them to the wind, but the wind won't respond to me..."