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Three carriages were parked at the end of the passage.

It wasn't a train, but one of those flatbed trucks used to transport goods in factories, with iron cages welded onto it. The cages were empty, with only a few straps hanging down the sides, like dead snakes.

Ye Heng walked to the first carriage and reached out to touch the bars of the iron cage.

There was a thin layer of frost on the railing.

"Cold storage," he said.

"It's not a cold storage room." Ye Beiyuan pointed to the label on the side of the carriage. "It's a 'Life Support Pod.' Look at this number, it's the same as those empty pods in Kunlun Ruins."

Ye Heng followed her finger and looked over.

The label had a line of small print: Cradle Phase III, Life Support Unit, No. B-07.

"Phase Three," he said softly.

"Fang Boheng said before he died, 'There's more than one cradle.'" Ye Beiyuan looked at him. "If this is the third phase, then there must have been at least the first and second phases before that."

Ye Heng remained silent.

He walked forward along the carriage.

The second carriage was also empty. In the third carriage, there was a child's shoe lying on the floor.

They're pink, with a rabbit printed on the upper, and they're very small, only suitable for five or six-year-olds.

Ye Heng bent down and picked up the shoe.

The soles of the shoes were very clean, as if they had just been worn recently. Inside the shoes was a small sticker with two crooked characters written on it: Xiaoman (小满).

His fingers tightened slightly.

"Han Yue's daughter." Ye Beiyuan walked over, glanced at the shoes, and said, "She used to stay here."

"Hmm." Ye Heng put the shoes into the evidence bag. "Fang Boheng moved her elsewhere. But at least it shows that Han Yue didn't lie to us."

He continued walking forward.

At the end of the carriage is a control room.

The control room door was open, and the lights were on. Ye Mingyuan sat in a chair, his hands tied to the armrests with plastic zip ties, and a cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Ye Beiyuan, his eyes widened suddenly, and he jerked forward.

"dad!"

Ye Beiyuan rushed over, cut the cable ties, and tore off the cloth.

Ye Mingyuan coughed a few times, his face pale and his lips chapped. He grabbed Ye Beiyuan's hand and his first words were, "Why are you here? Let's go!"

"Third Uncle said you're not feeling well," Ye Beiyuan said, looking at him.

Ye Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Bei Yuan——"

"Why was my mother's name erased?" Ye Beiyuan interrupted him.

Ye Mingyuan opened his mouth.

"Answer me first," Ye Beiyuan said calmly. "Twenty years ago, the year my mother disappeared, the Ye family received a shipping order. Who signed the order? What was the cargo? Why was she removed from the contract?"

Ye Mingyuan looked at her as if his last breath had been sucked out.

"I signed it," he said.

"What kind of goods are they?"

"I don't know." Ye Mingyuan lowered his head. "They only said it was a 'sealed body' and asked the Ye family to provide a transportation route. I thought it was supplies from the Spirit Group, so I didn't ask any more questions."

"Didn't ask any questions? Dad, you're the head of the Ye family. A twenty-year shipping order, and you didn't even ask what the goods were?"

"I asked." Ye Mingyuan looked up, his eyes red. "I asked, and they said it was a 'state secret.' Your mother also advised me that if the Ye family wanted to gain a foothold in Beiyan, they had to cooperate with the Ling Group. I believed her."

"And then?"

"Then your mother disappeared." Ye Mingyuan's voice lowered. "They said she 'died of illness,' but I didn't believe it. I went to investigate, and halfway through, the Third Elder told me that if I continued investigating, the Ye family would be finished."

"So you stopped?"

"I stopped." Ye Mingyuan looked at her. "Bei Yuan, I'm not a good head of the family, nor a good husband. But at that time... I had no other choice."

Ye Beiyuan stared at him for a long time.

Ye Heng stood at the doorway but did not go in.

He knew he shouldn't interrupt at this point.

After a long while, Ye Beiyuan finally spoke: "Dad, do you know what's in those carriages?"

Ye Mingyuan shook his head.

"It's a person," Ye Beiyuan said. "A child. A five or six-year-old child."

Ye Mingyuan's face turned pale instantly.

"Impossible," he murmured. "They said it was a sealed entity..."

"The signature you made is for transporting people." Ye Beiyuan handed him the photo of the children's shoes. "This is Han Yue's daughter, sixteen years old. She was in this carriage."

Ye Mingyuan's hands began to tremble as he looked at the photo.

"I...I don't know."

"I know you don't know," Ye Beiyuan said, putting her phone away. "But your ignorance has caused many deaths."

She turned around and walked out of the control room.

She paused at the door but didn't turn around.

"Dad, I will bring Mom's name back. But you should relinquish your position as head of the Ye family."

Ye Mingyuan sat in the chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Being denied by his own daughter was undoubtedly the biggest blow to him.

Ye Heng followed Ye Beiyuan out.

Outside the control room, my mentor was standing next to the third carriage, holding a yellowed file in his hand.

"Found it," said my master.

Ye Heng walked over.

The cover of the file was printed with "Ye Family Transportation Channel Handover Record". The first page contained a list. The list had Ye Mingyuan's signature, Ye Chengli's signature, and a column for "Guardian".

The guardian section lists Ye Chongshan.

"This file was taken from the safe in the control room." Uncle Shi handed the file to Ye Heng. "Your father's name wasn't forged by Ye Chengli. At least on this document, it was signed by him."

Ye Heng took the file and turned the pages one by one.

The records are very detailed. The serial number, quantity, transportation time, and destination of each batch of "sealed objects" are clearly written. The earliest batch was in September twenty years ago. The last batch was five years ago.

"Five years ago." Ye Heng paused on a page. "Was it still five years ago?"

"Yes," said the master. "Five years ago, the Ye family was still transporting people to the southwest. But by then, your father was no longer with the Ye family."

Where is he?

"The cradle," my senior uncle said. "The first cradle."

Ye Heng closed the file.

He suddenly felt very cold.

He remembered Su Changhong saying that he had taken him in when the Ye family was wiped out. He remembered Ling Hanyue taking him to Kunlun Mountain and teaching him medicine and swordsmanship. He remembered that he had always believed the Ye family had been destroyed by outsiders.

Now someone is telling him that the Ye family was betrayed by their own people.

The one who sold him might be his father.

"Uncle-Master," he began, his voice slightly hoarse, "who exactly is my father?"

His senior brother looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

"Your father was a very complex person," he said. "He saved many people, and he also harmed many people. If you want to know what kind of person he was, you'll have to ask him yourself."

"Is he still alive?"

"He's alive," my uncle said, "but he might not want to see you."

Ye Heng frowned.

Why?

My senior brother did not answer.

Just then, a bell rang from deep within the passage.

It was heavy and muffled, as if it were coming from underground.

The bell tolled against the metal carriage, making people's eardrums ache.

Master's expression changed instantly.

"She has begun the sacrifice," he said.

"Who?"

"Your master," her senior uncle turned and walked out of the passage, "Ling Hanyue. She's using herself to suppress the array's core. The moment the bell tolls, it means the core can't hold on any longer."

Ye Heng's heart sank.

"Walk!"

He followed his senior brother and ran outside, but stopped after a couple of steps and looked back at Ye Beiyuan.

Ye Beiyuan stood there, still clutching the photo of the children's shoes in her hand.

"Bei Yuan."

She looked up.

"We'll deal with your father's matter when you get back," Ye Heng said. "Save Master first."

Ye Beiyuan glanced at him, put the photo in her pocket, and followed.

"it is good."