When the two went out, Yu Leyao changed into a black coat, while Shen Zhongqing wore a snow-white tweed, and when they stood together, they unexpectedly had a sense of déjà vu as a couple.

Yu Leyao drove all the way to the suburbs, Shen Zhongqing was not worried about where this road led at all, and how the scenery outside the window changed from prosperous to desolate, just being with him was extremely reassuring.

The car slowly stopped in front of an abandoned factory, Shen Zhongqing saw a familiar person at the door-Yue Wen, and after getting out of the car, she deliberately looked left and right and didn't see Yue Xi.

Yue Wen's face was very upright, and after seeing her, he shouted Sister Hua without emotion, and Shen Zhongqing almost didn't sweat from this sound. Somehow, there was always a feeling that he was reading a list of sinners. Creepy.

She replied curtly, and then asked him, "Where is your brother?"

"I was called by the boss. "That's really serious. One question and one answer, it is not as fun as Yue Xi at all.

Shen Zhongqing really couldn't talk to him about this, so she nodded and said that she didn't speak anymore when she knew. On the other hand, Yu Leyao's face was actually taut, and he asked in a deep voice if the others were inside.

Yue Wenhui is.

Shen Zhongqing: "......" what is the situation, what is not human.

No one solved her puzzles, Yue Wen seemed to have made a special trip to wait for the two of them here, and left after seeing them coming. The man put one hand directly around the girl's shoulder, and the contrast of black and white looked extremely harmonious.

Shen Zhongqing looked up at him, and could only see a smile on the corner of his mouth, not gentle, like a demon prelude to chaos.

The doors of the factory slowly opened, and when you looked in from the outside, it was pitch black inside. Shen Zhongqing trembled subconsciously, that day, the dim room, the incense of jasmine, and the heart-rending roar...... She slowed down on her feet.

Just as he was about to feel a little timid, a big palm climbed up on the back of his head, stroked her hair very gently, and his voice was gentle and patient, "Qiqi is good, just bear with it for a while." ”

These days, the little girl has not been able to sleep well at night, and she will feel at ease if he guards her at the bedside every day, and even if she falls asleep, she will often wake up. Tearfully waving his hands and shouting to get out, only by holding his hand will he settle down. So in order to get rid of the fear in the little girl's heart, she can only cheer up and face it.

But thinking like this, seeing that the little face that had finally been raised back a little color in the past few days had lost its bloody color, Yu Leyao still frowned.

He sighed, he really didn't want to force her, "Go outside and wait for me for a while?"

Shen Zhongqing trembled slightly, but his small hand tightened his sleeve, and there was a trace of apprehension in his tone, more firm. There were stars in those dark eyes, and he looked at him, "I'm going." ”

Luo Cheng had been brought here a day earlier, and that day, Mo Miao's injuries had not had time to be dealt with before he was locked up by Yu Leyao's people. There was no torture, just dipped in salt water and stained it on the wound, and life was worse than death.

Before, he would have struggled and yelled, but the man came once, looked at him as if he was looking at a dead thing, and his tone was light and could not hear the emotion, "Was my Qiqi like this at that time?" ”

After that, he was tortured repeatedly, and when he roared, someone would pour ice water on him, until finally he could not roar and his throat festered.

He arrived overnight last night, and he felt that someone had wiped his body and changed his clothes, and thought that his own people had come to pick him up. At that time, his first instinct was not to kill the torture that had tortured him, but to leave, get out of here quickly.

However, he still thought about it, and was brought here, and no one took salt water to his wounds or ice water to his throat, but this warehouse was full of pictures of the flower girl who had been tortured to death by him. There are those who are alive and those who are after death. Even more horrible was made by his own hands.

There was only a miserable white lamp hanging above his head, and there were pictures all around, quietly, and no one. Only the wind that blew through the hall made those photos rattle, and the people in the photos seemed to be alive and demanded his life. Luo Cheng was almost insane.

A night of darkness, a night of torture, and now hearing the sound of shoes on the ground and making a clicking sound was enough to make Luo Cheng's scalp tense, he watched in a daze as the two of them came from the only light in the backlight, and in an instant, the green muscles burst out and he wanted to step forward and tear them apart.

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