An old light bulb, a wire so worn out that it was almost impossible to see its original face, hung feebly, emitting a faint, dim light.

The black cobwebs in the corner of the wall had long been shattered, dusty, drooping, and hung in dead silence, and the original owner had long since disappeared. It may be that the environment here makes it uncomfortable to live in, hot and humid, dark, and eerie are really appropriate words here.

Large black spots occupied the whitewashed walls, and the air was filled with a sickening, pungent smell, probably because there were no windows on the walls, and the only iron door was still locked, causing poor ventilation in the room.

The small but burning charcoal stove in the room makes this cramped room even more stuffy and upsetting, and this dark and cramped environment can arouse deep restlessness in people's hearts.

Wang Songchi was naked, large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest, holding a bloodstained leather whip in his hand, standing there quietly, staring at the guy in front of him who gave him a headache, his heart was anxious, it had been three days, and the day stipulated by the above was approaching, but he still couldn't pry open this guy's mouth, what should I do?

It stands to reason that as an experienced veteran, this kind of thing has been done hundreds of times, practice makes perfect for a long time, and small things like this should be easily done, so when he took this task, he patted his chest and swore that he made a military order, but in the past three days, he can be said to have done everything he could, and he used all the punishments, but he didn't expect this guy to be so hard, he was stunned to bear it, and even the slightest bit of information was not revealed.

Wang Song looked at this guy who was beaten to death, but he didn't move, and said with a headache in his heart, you said that if you say it earlier, you don't have to suffer this crime, and I can also complete the task as soon as possible, hello and I'm good, everyone is happy, how good!

But what the hell do you have to do with such a tendon, for the sake of a broken thing, you have to carry it to death, to suffer this kind of crime, just for the sake of those millions, to put your little life on the line, is it worth it? I can't even pay the difference now.

Thinking that if he failed to complete the task on time, Wang Song couldn't help but shudder, and looked at the guy in front of him with even more fierce eyes.

The hard bones in Wang Song's mouth were being hung there by a rope at this time, and they were already lifeless like a pile of dead meat, with their heads down, and there was no movement at all.

The arms that were tightly tied by the rope were dripping with blood, and looking up along the bloodstains, his right hand, the entire palm was bare! All the fingers are gone! The left hand was not spared, only the desolate three remained, and the blood that kept pouring out from the severed finger had already dyed the black rope red, which looked extremely strange and terrifying.

The shirt on this blood-soaked bloody man had already been torn, and his originally strong body was now scarred like broken cotton wool, and the tortured blood was densely packed next to each other, and he couldn't bear to look at it, which showed how cruel the torture he had suffered.

Wang Song looked at him, turned around, and placed the whip casually on the only table in the room, next to the whip lay a sharp long knife and a few fingers, which were piled together in a disorderly manner, and the table was covered with their blood.

Wang Song seemed to have long been accustomed to this bloody scene, and he took the water cup without changing his face and drank it in a big gulp, wiped the water droplets from the corners of his mouth after drinking, and put down the cup.

Then, he turned around and walked in front of Zhang Weidong, pondered for a moment, and then put on a kind face, and whispered in as gentle a tone as possible: "Dongzi, let's talk about it, where did you put the incense burner that you dropped?" The sooner you say it, the less sin you will suffer, right, how good!

Everyone is a brother, Brother Wang won't hurt you, Brother Wang told you the truth, the above just wanted to get that thing back, you think about you for so many years, you have worked hard for the company, there is no credit and hard work, Song Ye, Brother Long They all see it in their eyes, as long as you hand over the things, the above will definitely not be held accountable.

Think about it again, haven't you slept for so long, haven't eaten, haven't been sleepy or hungry? As long as you say it, you can be put down immediately, eat, sleep, and do whatever you want when the time comes, and live the good life before, how good, why bother to carry it, listen to Brother Wang's persuasion, or say it early, just for such a broken incense burner, it's not worth it. ”

After so many days of uninterrupted interrogation, he was not allowed to sleep, which made him mentally trance, and then tortured, and then a gentle persuasion, at this time it was easiest to open the psychological defense line of the person being interrogated.

Wang Song looked at Zhang Weidong like a dead corpse with anticipation, and sure enough, he did not disappoint him, he had been motionless, slowly raised his head, opened his eyes blurred by blood with difficulty, and his mouth full of blood also flashed a trace of arc, laughing silently, probably pulling the wound, the facial muscles twitched unnaturally, and then slowly opened the corners of his mouth, and the blood that had not been able to find an exit in it suddenly flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he looked into it along the bloodstains, and it turned out to be empty! Not a single tooth is gone!

He showed a mocking expression, spit out a mouthful of blood and spit at Wang Song with all his strength, and spat weakly: "Hehe, do you think I look like a stupid force? Will you let me go??? Do you believe it yourself?

Also, I'll say it again, I really don't know about that incense burner, believe it or not, that thing really wasn't done by me. After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Wang Song, lowered his head to himself, and returned to the appearance of a pool of stagnant water.

Wang Song, who was still looking forward to it, was half angry and paralyzed by Zhang Weidong now, I have to give you some color today to see if your bones are so hard.

Angry, he immediately turned around and picked up the red-baked soldering iron in the stove, and without the slightest pause, he pressed it on Zhang Weidong's stomach, and turned it around vigorously, roaring fiercely: "Paralyzed, today I want to see, is your mouth hard, or my soldering iron is hard?" ”。

A smell of burnt meat came to his nose, Zhang Weidong raised his head and roared hysterically, it may be that he has suffered too much torture like this in the past few days, and his voice has been hoarse, and he can only make that low, hoarse and strange sound, this voice is like the cry of the devil rising from the lowest end of hell, and it can't help but make people feel a little cool from the bottom of their hearts.

Just when Wang Song was about to come again, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang, and looked at Zhang Weidong, who was panting like a dead dog, Wang Song spat and cursed: "Count yourself lucky, when Lao Tzu finishes answering the phone, let's have a good time again." ”

Then he turned around and picked up the phone with a scolding grin, and then casually glanced at the name marked on the phone, and when he saw the name, he was so frightened that his hands suddenly trembled, and he immediately looked like a slave, carefully picked up the phone, and said softly: "Hey, Master Song, don't worry, give me some more time, I will be able to ask soon." ”

Although the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see him, the servile mentality buried in his heart made him unconsciously put on a flattering smile, but with the voice of the phone, that flattering face gradually turned into a constipated look, and then unconsciously turned his head and looked at Zhang Weidong who was hanging there, with an inexplicable look on his face.

After answering the phone, Wang Song, who was originally in a violent mood, calmed down, glanced at Zhang Weidong a few times, and then opened the door and shouted outside: "Old Lu, stop fighting, work." ”

I only heard the noisy mahjong sound outside stopped, and then someone replied: "Hey, here, you guys play first, I'll go to work, Liuzi, go, stop playing with your phone, work." ”

Hearing the reply outside, Wang Song turned around and glanced at Zhang Weidong, didn't care about him anymore, returned to the table and sat down, and slowly lit a cigarette for himself.

Before I had smoked a few puffs of cigarettes, I saw a man with yellow hair and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, as if a street gangster walked in, and then a man with a full face, not very tall, and covered in tattoos followed closely and closed the iron door with his hand.

Xiao Huangmao glanced at Zhang Weidong, who was hanging there, with his head down motionless, then raised his eyebrows, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Brother Wang, what is the way to play?" Do you pour chili water first, or do you whip it first? ”

Obviously, Wang Song didn't pay any attention to him now, didn't even glance at him, let this little yellow hair touch his nose, and then laughed awkwardly and stood aside.

The tattooed man, who was not a good person at first glance, stepped forward, skimmed Zhang Weidong, who was like a dead corpse, with his eyes, and said, "Lao Wang, what's the matter?" ”

Wang Song took a puff of cigarette and replied briefly: "The above said that it will not be tried, and it will be dealt with." ”

Hearing Wang Song's reply, the surprise on Lao Lu's face flashed, and then he beckoned Huang Mao, who was standing aside, "Sixth son, don't be stunned, let's work." ”

The two put down Zhang Weidong, who was hanging, and Zhang Weidong, who had been interrogated for many days, now had no strength in his body, and fell directly to the ground, lying on the ground like a ball of boneless flesh and bones.

The sixth son held up Zhang Weidong's upper body, Zhang Weidong leaned on him weakly, Lao Lu took a sack and put it off Zhang Weidong's head, and then, with great effort, the two finally put Zhang Weidong into the bag.

Lao Lu tightened the bag, wiped the sweat on his head panting, and then nodded to Wang Song, and walked out with the six sons carrying the sack, out of the room, it was a spacious space, a group of fierce-looking gangsters were smoking naked and scolding mahjong, and after the two nodded to them, they walked up the steps and appeared in a dilapidated factory, at this time the sky outside had darkened, and the factory looked a little dim.

It was a long-abandoned factory, dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and even more desolate and desolate, and later taken down by them as a place to deal with something special.

There were several vans parked in the factory, and the two opened the door of one van, threw the sack into the car, and drove away.

The road was silent for more than an hour, and the car drove into a wooded area before stopping.

Huang Maoma, who was sitting in the passenger seat, jumped down, opened the car door, and dragged out the sack, at this time Lao Lu also closed the car door, strode forward, the two carried the sack, silently and quickly walked forward, about five or six minutes, and came to a lake.

It is now the middle of the night, the jungle is silent, only the sound of the rustling leaves of the wind is heard from time to time, the silver plate hanging high above the night, slowly sprinkled with cold moonlight, milky white moonlight floating between the jungle, above the lake, like a layer of soft silk draped in the heaven and earth.

The two walked around the lake for a moment, came to a standstill, looked at each other, nodded, and threw the sack into the lake.

With a bang, the sack smashed on the water and stirred up layers of waves, breaking the quiet environment by the lake, and they did not leave immediately, but stood quietly aside, watching the sack gradually sink until the lake returned to a calm state, and then turned away with confidence.

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