"Before 6 o'clock tonight, if you don't arrive, this corpse, I will take it to feed the dogs!"

This sentence disappeared automatically after 10 minutes after he got the photo.

Zhao Song believed that the other party really dared to do this.

After all, dozens of people died because of him.

Today's trip, I am afraid that there will be no life.

After hesitating at the door for a moment, he finally jumped out of the car and raised his hand and walked towards the gate.

"I'm coming! There is a wrong, there is a debtor, what is coming at me, don't embarrass a dead man!"

Swallowing his saliva, the longing for his beloved wife finally overwhelmed the fear of the unknown, and Zhao Song gritted his teeth and walked into the door.

At this time, the gate suddenly became cold.

Zhao Song was startled and almost jumped up on the spot.

There are a lot of them everywhere, but the sensor light above the corridor suddenly turns on!

After 4 weeks of seeing that there was no figure, Zhao Song swallowed his saliva and stepped forward to push the glass door.

"Squeak!"

Unlubricated for a long time, the tooth-aching sound of the glass door echoed through the long corridors, as if the ghost of hell was sighing deeply.

Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Song yelled into the corridor again: "Han Wenxuan, I'm here, come out to see me!"

"See me...... See me ......"

Long voices echoed through the hallway, fading away, no one responding.

Zhao Song wiped the sweat from his forehead, and scolded with some annoyance: "Could it be that this kid Han Wenxuan is lying to me?"

At this time, the eyes of the paper man who fell from an unknown house on the side suddenly lit up, a strange red light flashed, and his mouth actually opened and closed up and down: "Find me in the basement morgue!"

"Ahh

After looking at it carefully for a long time, I found that this was just a paper figure that had only undergone a simple transformation.

There was a horn in the mouth, and it was from this horn that the sound came from.

At this moment, the paper man's eyes were rolling up and down, and it was obvious that some kind of imaging equipment was staring at Zhao Song.

"Goo-dong!"

Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Song searched for his memory and touched it to the basement.

The basement is divided into two floors, one is used to transport the freshly delivered corpses, and the second floor is a large cold storage for long-term unclaimed corpses.

Naturally, this kind of place is full of all kinds of haunted rumors.

As a native of Beijing, Zhao Song knew him very well, and the dark lights flickered from time to time along the way, thinking about the 10 people he killed at this moment, the Zhao family seemed to be floating in the air at this moment, looking at him.

I always feel like there's someone behind me.

I didn't take two steps and looked back, but I really didn't find anything.

This feeling made Zhao Zhong very anxious, and his eyes were slightly red.

When he reached the basement door, he suddenly felt a sweet smell in the air.

The smell had been smelling before he had walked through the door, but it was very faint and almost inaudible on it.

But the further down you go, the stronger the smell becomes.

It's already at the peak of this door.

Zhao Song covered his nose, frowned and pushed open the basement door.

The entire underground cold storage has been vacated, except for a corpse truck in the middle, with a black body bag on it.

"Xiaoying!"

Zhao Song was in a cold sweat, and he didn't care about fear, so he trotted over and opened it.

Sure enough, the body bag was the body of his wife Liu Ying.

The freezing time is too long, and the whole body is in a miserable white and stiff state at the moment.

The wound on the head was rested, and at this moment he could vaguely distinguish his facial features.

It's just that this bullet hit her at close range and knocked over half of her skull, no matter how it is trimmed, it looks like there are still people in this place.

But Zhao Song didn't realize it at the moment, holding this person in his arms and crying.

That look, very affectionate.

"Bang Bang!"

A round of applause came from the side.

Han Wenxuan led Xiao Yun and Wang Changwen out of the side door, staring coldly at Zhao Song at the moment.

"Facing the grief of the deceased wife, you are not a scumbag!"

After a night's rest, Han Wenxuan's spirits improved a lot.

It was only 10 dead and wounded, and this huge pressure pressed on his heart, making his brows furrow deeply.

His eyes were bloodshot! An inexplicable feeling of haggardness.

Xiao Yun was not injured at this moment, wearing the clothes of the funeral home staff, carrying a table knife in her hand, and staring at Zhao Song coldly.

Wang Changwen was wearing a bandage on his hand, and he was injured among the three, and the bullet had been removed, but he could not exert any more strength in a short time.

Han Wenxuan's strongest combat power on this side is half of the loss.

At this moment, the three of them stared at Zhao Song with cold faces, Zhao Song still wanted to act, and when he saw Han Wenxuan, he was immediately surprised, and rushed over to hug Han Wenxuan: "Xiao Xuan!

Before he walked to Han Wenxuan's side, Xiao Yun had already kicked him out suddenly, kicked him heavily on the side freezer, and then rebounded and fell, with a muffled "bang", he coughed up a lot of blood, and couldn't struggle for a long time.

Han Wenxuan stepped forward with a cold face and patted him lightly on the face and said, "You still want to act with me, do you think I haven't checked it out? If you hadn't sent a message to Zhao Shuo, if you hadn't led us to that alley, if you hadn't locked the iron door, your wife Liu Ying wouldn't have died, it would have been you! You killed your wife with your own hands! There are more than a dozen old people of the Zhao family who regard you as relatives!"

The more Han Wenxuan spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he stared at Zhao Song's eyes coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here to let you pay for your life today!"

People who have not been betrayed cannot understand this kind of anger.

That anger was enough to make one lose one's mind.

At this moment, Han Wenxuan slowly stood up, walked to Liu Ying's side, opened the bag, and then took a table knife from Xiao Yun's hand, and gently scratched it on Liu Ying's body: "Xiao Yun, how many people died that day?"

Han Wenxuan asked coldly.

"Including the guards, a total of 47 people died!"

Xiao Yun replied.

"47 people!" Han Wenxuan gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Song on the ground: "You killed 47 people, today I stabbed Liu Ying 47 times, this is not too much! She is also involved in this matter!

Then Han Wenxuan suddenly pulled out his knife and held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed heavily towards the corpse, and the sound of a blunt knife entering the flesh made Zhao Song's body tremble.

For a while, he even forgot the pain, he struggled to get up and crawled there: "Don't! Don't move Liu Ying! You come at me!"

There was no more disguise on that face, only pain.

He and Liu Ying met when they were young, and for so many years, the relationship between husband and wife has been very good.

It is also a good story in the rich circle of the capital.

Now watching the body of his beloved wife being insulted, it hurts more than a knife on his body.

Han Wenxuan ignored him, pulled out the knife, thrust it down again, and said coldly: "Second knife!"

"Ahh

A trace of despair flashed on his face, he knelt down heavily, kowtowed to Han Wenxuan, and begged: "Don't touch my daughter, don't touch my son!"

At this moment, he was really scared, originally thinking that Han Wenxuan was young and kind and could be bullied.

Who would have thought that this child would be so vicious.

"The rules of the rivers and lakes!" The more Han Wenxuan listened, the more angry he became, and he stepped forward and patted him on the face and said: "Do you still have the face to mention the rules of the rivers and lakes to me? The rules of the rivers and lakes, okay! Come according to the rules of the rivers and lakes today! You two or five boys who betrayed your friends, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, 47 people died, you stabbed yourself 47 times, as long as you finish the stabbing, you are not dead, I will spare your wife and children!"

Han Wenxuan held back the anger in his heart, stared at Zhao Song coldly and said, "47 knives without death!"

Zhao Song's body shuddered, thinking about the safety of her children and the body of her wife, and finally she gritted her teeth and got up and asked, "You can count your words!"

Han Wenxuan ignored him, pointed to the table knife that was pierced on Liu Ying's body on the side, and seemed to not want to look at him anymore, with his back to him.

Zhao Song walked over with a difficult face, pulled out the knife, gently smoothed the wounds on Liu Ying's body, turned his head to look at Han Wenxuan, and a trace of entanglement flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Wang Changwen didn't seem to be able to bear to look at this picture, and turned his back to these people.

And Xiao Yun stood at the door with empty hands, still seven or eight meters away from here.

And as long as Liu Song turns around, he will be able to reach Han Wenxuan's neck.

He stared at the cyan veins that kept bouncing around his white neck, and gritted his teeth.

And Han Wenxuan was still unaware at the moment, with his back to Zhao Song.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Zhao Song's breathing became extremely short.

At this time, Xiao Yun no longer stared at this side, but opened the door and looked out, as if she wanted to see if anyone was coming.

Zhao Song can cut Han Wenxuan's neck as long as he makes a move at this moment.

even escaped from here with Han Wenxuan as a hostage.

His heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and even in the cold storage, Zhao Song felt that his body was extremely hot.

Long.

"Ahh

He stabbed himself in the thigh, unable to hold it anymore and slipped to the ground.

But Fang Cai finally held back his heart* and chose to self-harm to find a way out for his wife and children.

At this time, Han Wenxuan turned his head, and a small pistol appeared in his hand at some point.

Xiao Yun and Wang Changwen at the door also turned around at this moment and stared at Zhao Song coldly.

"Why didn't you cut my neck just now?"

Han Wenxuan stared at Zhao Song with a complicated expression, and asked in a deep voice.

The knife seemed to have cut through the blood vessels in his legs, and blood gushed out, and the ground was red in a short time.

Zhao Song leaned against the table with a pale face, sat up, stared at Han Wenxuan and smiled faintly, without explaining anything.

After a long time, he pulled out the knife again, and stabbed it heavily on the other thigh.

He gritted his teeth, his neck twisting upwards.

After a long time, he stared at Han Wenxuan in pain, and gasped: "I stabbed myself 47 times!

There was a kind of determination in his eyes.

Han Wenxuan was silent, squatted down, looked directly into Zhao Song's eyes, and said with great sincerity: "You will not die if you stab 47 times! I, Han Wenxuan, swear to protect the lives of your wife and children!"

With Han Wenxuan's protection, Zhao Song suddenly relaxed, suddenly pulled out his knife, his eyes were red, and he stabbed violently in his body.

“3！”

“4！”

“5！”

By the time he was stabbed 16 times, there was no intact flesh on his legs, and his dark suit pants were soaked in blood and dripping with inky blood red.

Blood flowed from the floor, and the smell of blood filled the room.

At this moment, Zhao Song's face was already pale in pain, sweating profusely, and his lips had been bitten.

But there was still a confidence supporting him, and he pulled the knife from his leg again and stabbed it hard at his chest.

The lives of his wife and children are in his hands, and if he closes his eyes now, everything will be in vain.

By the time he had been stabbed 35 times, his stomach was rotten, his intestines were flowing out, and all kinds of fishy body fluids were mixed and stirred together, which was very unpleasant.

At this moment, Zhao Song no longer had the strength to shout, reluctantly opened his eyes, and mechanically pulled out the knife and stabbed it into his body again.

Finally, after the 47th knife was pierced.

Zhao Song no longer had the strength to pull out this knife.

He turned his head to stare at Han Wenxuan, his mouth opened slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out: "I...... Wife and children...... Safety ......"

With such blood loss and such injuries, ordinary people would have died a long time ago.

And at this moment, there is only this hope left to support him.

Han Wenxuan was silent for a long time, stepped forward to close his eyes for him, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will do it if I promise you!"

Wang Changwen stood behind and watched all this silently.

What kind of person Han Wenxuan is, he knows best.