Here, there is an elevator shaft.

At this moment, the elevator door has opened.

Qin Tian breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.

Behind him, Xiao Pohu instinctively wanted to follow. Nie Qinglong pulled him and whispered: "Old Xiao, come with me."

"I have something to discuss with you."

Xiao Pohu was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and hurriedly smiled at Qin Tian and said: "Boss, I won't disturb you two since they are reunited."

"Lao Nie and I are waiting for you here."

Qin Tian's face was a little heavy, and he nodded without saying anything. Nie Qinglong said before that he wanted to see Xiao Pohu for official business, which was probably not a lie.

As for what business matters there were between them, Qin Tian didn't care at all.

After all, strictly speaking, he does not have a public official status.

The elevator door slowly closed. The specially-made elevator descended underground.

The place where the old shopkeeper was actually imprisoned was hundreds of meters underground.

Otherwise, it would be called the Hell's Prison.

In this place of ice and snow, a cell was dug a hundred meters underground. According to ordinary people's understanding, it was really the eighteenth level of hell.

But that's not the case.

Due to geographical factors and the help of high technology, the space below is spacious and much warmer than above.

The air is very dry, and the wind that comes from nowhere blows on my face. It is not stuffy at all. It feels like a spring breeze.

Surrounded by sun lamps set according to natural time.

The light changes from weak to strong, from strong to weak, and then goes out, completely imitating the skylight outside.

It was around 11 o'clock in the morning, so the light from the sun lamp gave people a very bright feeling.

Qin Tian no longer had the intention to observe these things. At this moment, he was in an urgent mood and just wanted to see the old man as soon as possible.

He didn't realize it usually, but now he realized how much he missed the old man.

Finally, the elevator reached the bottom. The guard left knowingly.

Qin Tian was the only one left in the underground secret room with a radius of several hundred square meters. But in the silence, he seemed to feel the old man's breathing and heartbeat.

Looking at a closed cell door in the distance, he shouted excitedly: "Old man, I'm here to see you!"

As he spoke, he strode over with two roast chickens in one hand and two bottles of roast knives in the other.

This is the old shopkeeper's favorite. It's impossible for Qin Tian to forget it. It has been prepared a long time ago.

Kick open the strong cell door with your foot, the light inside is slightly dim.

The furnishings in the cell, which is dozens of square meters, are very simple. Except for a stone table in the middle, there are two wooden beds.

One is larger and one is smaller.

Both beds were covered with dry straw.

now,

In the middle, against the wall, on the big wooden bed, an old man was lying on a pile of straw, sleeping soundly.

The sound of snoring was particularly loud in the silent cell.

Seeing this scene, Qin Tian couldn't help laughing.

At the same time, the eye sockets were also a little moist.

He walked over, put the roast chicken and soju on the stone table in the middle, sat on the small wooden bed, put his head in his hands, and lay back.

A familiar smell and an incomparable sense of belonging made him wash away the dust, as if he had returned to the most primitive Akagi and simplicity.

Once upon a time, it was on this simple wooden bed that Qin Tian spent the darkest moments in his life, and finally rose from the ashes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the top of the cell, and said with emotion: "It's so comfortable!"

"Old man, I now understand why you insist on locking yourself up here."
Chapter completed!