Hong Yi's spirit body trembled, and he dared to put on a domineering appearance under the pressure of Ye Fan's momentum, but he trembled from his soul because he heard the laughter of the person at that time.

The man laughed, laughing in a strange and cheerful laugh, laughing and stabbing at the part where he had just been castrated, and with each swing, his body twitched, not because he could move, but because the nerves of his body were conditioned under the severe pain.

Hong Yi lay on his back on the ground, his eyes covered with blood because of the pain and mental torture, and the lights above his head turned red, with a crazy ruthlessness in fear and despair.

He was able to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry in just a few years, in addition to his Hong family background, it was more about his ruthlessness, not only to others, but also to himself.

He tried his best to ignore the pain of being Ling Chi from his body, and focused on the condensation of the strength in his body, his talent for martial arts is good, but unfortunately it has been abandoned all these years, coupled with being eaten by wine, the children of the Hong family are almost at the bottom of this generation, and even his half-brother has caught up with him.

However, under the threat of death and the hatred of torture, he burst out of his potential, and recklessly urged his energy, and gradually, he regained a little control of his body, and the index finger of his right hand moved.

I don't know what the murderer did to him, when the energy in his body is running, it stands to reason that even if it is a powerful psychedelic drug on the market, he can control his body in a short period of time and make a counterattack to save himself.

However, when he burst out of his potential and raised the strength condensation in his body to the peak stage, he only moved his fingers?

This realization made him completely collapse, and the murderer's knife had been cut from his abdomen, so lightly, casually raised and fell, every stroke could make him feel the pain of his skin being cut, every time he slashed, the man let out a weird laugh, very happy, very pleasant.

Blood flowed out of the slashed body, coupled with the dozen or so knives in the key parts, half of Hong Yi's body was dyed with blood, and the loss of blood made his body weaker and weaker, and his spirit began to be in a trance, and he felt that he was about to run out of blood and die.

Time had passed, and he felt that he was going to bleed to death in the next moment, and under this torture, he looked forward to death.

But no, he was still awake to feel the sharp pain of the knife cutting on his body, and he could even hear the sound of the blade cutting through his skin, hissing, like a knife paper scratching on the paper.

The murderer's knife technique is very stable, and it is clearly a cruelty to vent, but every knife will not lose its proportions and really hurt his vital point.

"Doesn't it hurt? Do you want to die?"

As his mind gradually blurred as he was tormented by the pain of his body and the fear and despair of his soul, a demonic voice sounded in his ears, his eyes moved, and he caught a glimpse of a black shirt with a pattern on the front of it.

"Pattern, can you see clearly what kind of pattern it is?" Ye Fan paused when he heard this, and asked.

Hong Yi didn't see anyone, she could only look for clues from the spider silk trails he described.

From his previous description, she can only be sure that the murderer is wearing climbing shoes, which should be the shoes that left footprints on the outer wall of Li Lanke's apartment, Y's 'plum blossom' climbing shoes, and then wearing black leggings, which are also black clothes, with patterns on the front of the clothes.

"It was like a human figure, and I saw a chin. "He was in such a desperate situation of panic, despair and anger, and he could still see the patterns on the murderer's clothes, and remembered that his tenacity was far beyond that of ordinary people, but it was a pity that his character was not good, otherwise I was afraid that Hong Wuxing would have included him in the core of the 'hanging door'.

Hearing this, a strange flash flashed in Ye Fan's heart, but she didn't want to say anything, and let Hong Yi continue.

Hong Yi could see the murderer's shirt because the murderer had moved his position.

The murderer not only physically tortured him, kept him in constant fear, but also stimulated him with words, but he barely revealed any information about himself, and the most he said was to ask him in a dull voice, "Does it hurt", "How does this knife feel", "I cut through the skin, I see the flesh inside", ......

Ye Fan extracted a few useful words from these words used for mental torture.

When the murderer castrated Hong Yi, he said 'the root of evil', and also said that he was 'the high-ranking Young Master Hong', 'Is the blood black'......

Ye Fan chewed these words in his mouth, 'The root of sin' is lust? 'Young Master Hong, who is high-minded', is Quan?

"These eyes are clear, but also sinful, it makes you see things you shouldn't see. When the murderer said this, he was very close to him, and Hong Yi could smell the breath on his body.

Ye Fan's eyebrows moved, according to the murderer's methods, she knew that after saying this, it was time to gouge out Hong Yi's eyes, but she focused on another point.

"Do you smell the smell of the murderer, is there anything special? For example, perfume, or smoke?" So far, she has not been able to deduce whether the murderer is a man or a woman, the murderer is really cautious and careful, but she must not have expected that she can talk directly to the deceased.

Hong Yi's head clicked and shook, the green light in his eyes jumped, and he hesitated: "My sense of smell is not as perverted as Lu Junyu, and all that fills the tip of my nose is a strong smell of blood...... "What perfume smells of smoke, he didn't smell it at all, not to mention that he was halfway through the shower at that time, and the bathroom was full of the fragrance of shower gel."

Hearing his answer, Ye Fan was a little disappointed, he really wanted to scold a piece of waste, and he also wanted to compare with her brother Lu and compare him with a hammer.

"Not true. Hong Yi suddenly exclaimed, the sharp ghost voice was a little harsh, and the green light that jumped suddenly in his eyes almost came out of his eyes, as if he had been pulled out.

"When the killer gouged out my eyeballs, his fingers passed over the tip of my nose, which was rough and had a special smell. ”

"What kind of smell?" Ye Fan asked with some eagerness.

That wisp of smell, Hong Yi doesn't often come into contact with it, otherwise he wouldn't ignore it, and after thinking about it for a while, he was a little uncertain: "It's like a medicinal smell." ”

He has good physical fitness and doesn't often take medicine, but when he practiced martial arts in his early years, he couldn't do without the medicinal materials and bruising medicine that strengthened his body, but the smell in the hands of the murderer was too light, and it was different from the smell of medicine he was used to.

Rough fingers, smell of medicine on your hands?

Ye Fan remembered these two key points.

When he was thinking about it, Hong Yi said again: "The murderer inserted the knife into my eye and dug it out alive, under the pain of the drama, I was already extremely weak and broke out the last bit of strength before I died, rushed the strength in my body upward, and subconsciously opened my mouth and bit the murderer's wrist." ”