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Qiao Weihuan was taken to the dark underground and locked behind an iron bar. With her wrists handcuffed to the iron bar, the range of her movements was only half a meter in diameter, so she sat on the ground against the bar, one leg bent up, to protect her posture.

In fact, I know that I can't protect anything, but I just feel a little more comfortable like this.

With a "snap", the short whip outside the iron fence fell, hitting her back, the force was neither light nor heavy, and the scalp that hurt made people numb, but it would not leave a scar.

Those who come in here will be cut off first...... Here's the "flow" here.

It's a pity that she is beaten with iron, and it is forbidden to beat!

Qiao Weihuan was covered with wet and sticky sweat, gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and looked at the condescending person with dark eyes.

The other party smelled the smell of refusal to give in from her eyes, and his hand whipped down, and it was again.

The dim light kept flickering, and someone stepped in heavily, and the footsteps and the rhythm of the lights swaying strangely overlapped.

In the continuous beating, Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and saw Deborah, who was wearing heavy makeup, holding the arm of the person next to her, her dark brown eyes were foggy, and she shook in a trance, "...... Cecil. ”

The person next to him handed over a box very understandingly, Deborah took it with trembling hands, opened it urgently, took out the syringe inside, pierced it on the forearm skillfully, and slowly pushed the piston, and the translucent liquid in the syringe became less and less.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that there was a fire burning on his back, but what flowed in his chest was the north wind of the cold winter wax moon, and where he passed, not a single grass grew.

“…… I thought you quit. ”

Deborah got comfortable, craned her neck, and let out a long sigh, then she smiled, "I quit before." ”

After a pause, he looked at her sadly, "When it was only me, I started again." ”

Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes turned misty and white, and she asked coldly, "Deborah, are you blaming me?" ”

"No, I'm just too lonely......"

"Your loneliness is not of my making."

Qiao Weihuan had difficulty breathing and took a big breath, "I once asked you to go with me, but you refused." ”

Before the civil strife and fire, Qiao Weihuan euphemistically told Deborah about the idea of escaping, but Deborah was too afraid of being caught and didn't dare to agree at all.

Now, Deborah dropped the empty needle and slowly squatted down, clasping her knees with both hands, staring at her like a small animal, "Cecil, not everyone is as optimistic and enthusiastic about a new life as you are. ”

In the final analysis, it is fear, the new environment and unknown life are not attractive to her, but not as good as the dark and cramped underground that she has long been accustomed to.

Until that timid and cowardly, gentle and weak Deborah, was tempered by the loneliness of the underground and tempered the heart of the femme fatale.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and stopped looking at the complete stranger.

A pair of cold hands touched her arms, making her hair stand on end. Until the slightest stinging pain came, Qiao Weihuan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his other free hand, and held Deborah's wrist.

Deborah is actually injecting her!!

Qiao Weihuan was chilling, and squeezed Deborah's hand to prevent her from pushing it down, "Are you crazy?!" ”

The person who beat her grabbed Qiao Weihuan's hand and handcuffed it to another iron bar.

The cold light of the needle tip was reflected in her eyes, and fear finally appeared on Qiao Weihuan's face, she clenched her fists in fear, and her face was pale with holes.

"Deborah!!"

None of this worked, however, and Deborah slowly injected the injection.

Qiao Weihuan took a big breath, staring at the tip of the needle with a good purpose, feeling the coolness quickly dissolve into her skin, blood, and limbs from under the skin that had been pierced.

Deborah staggered to her feet, her body shining a dark shadow in the light, and her whole beard and tail closed the woman behind the bars.

"Cecil, this is the only one who can control you, don't blame me......"

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear what she was saying, all her senses had failed, and she only felt a chill coming out from the soles of her feet.

She knows very well what the consequences of getting infected with these things are, and anyone who is disobedient, as long as he becomes addicted, is left with the life of being obedient and obedient!

Finished......

The huge mental panic was about to drown Qiao Weihuan, holding down her breathing, she paddled her legs in vain, kept kicking on the ground, biting the tip of her tongue viciously, and forcing herself to keep her sanity.

But when it came to effect, she could only see a familiar shadow in her blurred vision.

Little by little, her mind was eaten away, and she could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

It was as if I saw the faces of thousands of eight hundred people, and there was a shadow of the woman who cooked for her, beautiful and indifferent, sometimes gentle.

I also saw myself, wearing a short and narrow dress, with green eyebrows and yin owls, skillfully shuttling through the black smoke miasma, and from time to time I made a move to steal beams and change pillars. This was followed by a merciless beating, and there was not a single place on her body that was not injured, except for her face......

In the marquee-like picture, there is also a man's profound and tall face, occasionally showing a warm and true expression, and he will also call her "Huanhuan" with a polite and smiling manner.

Qiao Weihuan was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his forehead meandered through his eyebrow bones, slid past the corners of his eyes, and fell overwhelmingly.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

……

"Cecil, who entered the country at the age of twenty-two, was the last time he appeared five years ago in the civil strife of the Landlord Snake."

In the police/procuratorate bureau, the old policeman/detective who wanted to chase her was holding a meeting with a serious face.

Someone was confused: "So why did we arrest her?" ”

The old policeman/cha stroked his beard deeply, "She has participated in many illegal activities, and she was an arson offender five years ago. ”

The sound of gasps rang out one after another.

Some of the people here are new and some are older, but both newcomers and old people know about the civil strife in the land five years ago.

A monstrous fire burned down the entire warehouse, destroyed a huge amount of black goods, and made the two groups of local snakes form an undying enmity and do it earth-shatteringly. Other groups took advantage of the situation, and as a result, the infighting grew and eventually destabilized the whole of Syria.

A lot of buildings fell, a lot of blood was shed, and a lot of people died.

Basically, Syria has a head and a face of the dead and wounded, and most of the rest are still lingering, and their police/side have also paid a great price and suffered heavy losses.

There are also those ordinary people, ignorant and ignorant, all of whom have disappeared in the civil strife of the local snake, regardless of age or age. Until he died, he only thought that he was a disaster from heaven. I don't know that the sinful, the righteous, the innocent...... All are victims of civil strife.

The source was the fire, but the arsonist never caught it!

With a "clang", someone kicked the chair uncontrollably, smashed the table with red eyes, and clenched his fists.

The others fell silent, allowing him to lose his temper because his mother had died five years earlier. He went out to buy groceries and bought them for a whole day, and at last the fire broke out, and when he went out to look for his mother, he found her lying in the messy bazaar, with a bloody bullet hole in the corner of her forehead.

The atmosphere froze, and a phone rang out at an inopportune time.

“…… There is no situation. ”

"Asian woman? Yes. ”

"Long hair with a butterfly tattoo on the neck."

Joe ...... What the? ”

“…… No, she's already run away from the police/bureau! ”

……

Cui Chengchuan pushed open the door and stepped in lazily, "Yate, I found the little butterfly, she is-"

After a pause, his half-squinted eyes flashed slightly, and his facial lines tightened extremely slightly.

He Zhengxiao turned his back against the light, holding a cigar in one hand, and looked out the window with deep eyes.

Next to the tall man, the woman with her arms and breasts wears an elegant dress, revealing her thin white legs and slender neck. The long curly hair is reflected in the light into a brilliant waterfall, and the turquoise eyes seem to contain a magnet, firmly attracting the attention of others.

Charlotte.

Hearing the voice, Charlotte turned her gaze, her full red lips hooked up a little arc, and without waiting to speak, He Zhengxiao suddenly turned around and said in a low voice: "Where is it?" ”

Cui Chengchuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned lazily against the wall, folded his long legs, no longer went in, and said from a short distance: "The Middle East, Syria." ”

After saying that, he clearly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped by two points.

Cui Chengchuan seemed to be unconscious, and continued: "There is no shadow when I ran out of the police/procuratorate, and now no one knows which corner she is in. ”

Police/Prosecutor's ......

He Zhengxiao pulled out the big chair and sat down, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, was silent for a long time, and his voice was cold: "Uncle Zhong." ”

The elusive Uncle Zhong appeared at the door and bent down slightly: "Young Master." ”

"Contact the Syrian police/party and the embassy to find her as soon as possible. No matter what she does, protect her. ”

"Yes."

"The ICPO Secretary General also informed."

“…… Be. ”

The eyes of the night looked sharply at the casual Cui Chengchuan, "Apply for an air route and say hello to the countries I pass through, so as not to cause trouble when I cross the border." ”

Cui Chengchuan touched his chin, the man's slender fingers pinched the cigar, elegantly snuffed it out in the glass ashtray, and got up.

A white arm suddenly appeared in front of him, and He Zhengxiao paused.

Charlotte frowned, her glass-beaded eyes reflecting a cool light.

"You're going to Syria?"

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his head, his eyes were deep, and he ignored it and stepped away with his long legs.

As a result, the woman moved and completely stopped in front of him, "Yat, you can't go, you know better than anyone what kind of place the Middle East is." The international situation there is very precarious, and you will be in danger. ”

"There is no danger."

Picking up the gloves on the table, he put them on slowly, and his big hands held Charlotte's shoulders, and a heavy sense of power spread from Charlotte's shoulders to her nerves.

"It's her nightmare, I'm not going, no one can help her get out."

Charlotte was stunned, and listened to the man say in a determined tone: "No one will threaten the Duke of Demville." ”

The man's stiff back left, and Cui Chengchuan was about to follow, when he said behind him: "Morris." ”

Charlotte put her fingers on the table and asked him in a clear voice, "Did Art choose her?" ”

Cui Chengchuan turned back with a smile, "Is it necessary to talk to me?" Yate is not obvious enough? ”

Charlotte didn't mind his attitude at all, and evoked a shallow smile, "Maurice, I'm asking you if Art has chosen her." ”

Cui Chengchuan knows Charlotte too well, and every look and micro-expression she has now can make him feel how turbulent her deep and cold heart is under that luxurious and cold face.

The thick eyebrows were twisted, and the nonchalance on his face was all put away: "Charlotte, what do you want to do?" ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

Qiao Weihuan was taken to the dark underground and locked behind an iron bar. With her wrists handcuffed to the iron bar, the range of her movements was only half a meter in diameter, so she sat on the ground against the bar, one leg bent up, to protect her posture.

In fact, I know that I can't protect anything, but I just feel a little more comfortable like this.

With a "snap", the short whip outside the iron fence fell, hitting her back, the force was neither light nor heavy, and the scalp that hurt made people numb, but it would not leave a scar.

Those who come in here will be cut off first...... Here's the "flow" here.

It's a pity that she is beaten with iron, and it is forbidden to beat!

Qiao Weihuan was covered with wet and sticky sweat, gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and looked at the condescending person with dark eyes.

The other party smelled the smell of refusal to give in from her eyes, and his hand whipped down, and it was again.

The dim light kept flickering, and someone stepped in heavily, and the footsteps and the rhythm of the lights swaying strangely overlapped.

In the continuous beating, Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and saw Deborah, who was wearing heavy makeup, holding the arm of the person next to her, her dark brown eyes were foggy, and she shook in a trance, "...... Cecil. ”

The person next to him handed over a box very understandingly, Deborah took it with trembling hands, opened it urgently, took out the syringe inside, pierced it on the forearm skillfully, and slowly pushed the piston, and the translucent liquid in the syringe became less and less.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that there was a fire burning on his back, but what flowed in his chest was the north wind of the cold winter wax moon, and where he passed, not a single grass grew.

“…… I thought you quit. ”

Deborah got comfortable, craned her neck, and let out a long sigh, then she smiled, "I quit before." ”

After a pause, he looked at her sadly, "When it was only me, I started again." ”

Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes turned misty and white, and she asked coldly, "Deborah, are you blaming me?" ”

"No, I'm just too lonely......"

"Your loneliness is not of my making."

Qiao Weihuan had difficulty breathing and took a big breath, "I once asked you to go with me, but you refused." ”

Before the civil strife and fire, Qiao Weihuan euphemistically told Deborah about the idea of escaping, but Deborah was too afraid of being caught and didn't dare to agree at all.

Now, Deborah dropped the empty needle and slowly squatted down, clasping her knees with both hands, staring at her like a small animal, "Cecil, not everyone is as optimistic and enthusiastic about a new life as you are. ”

In the final analysis, it is fear, the new environment and unknown life are not attractive to her, but not as good as the dark and cramped underground that she has long been accustomed to.

Until that timid and cowardly, gentle and weak Deborah, was tempered by the loneliness of the underground and tempered the heart of the femme fatale.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and stopped looking at the complete stranger.

A pair of cold hands touched her arms, making her hair stand on end. Until the slightest stinging pain came, Qiao Weihuan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his other free hand, and held Deborah's wrist.

Deborah is actually injecting her!!

Qiao Weihuan was chilling, and squeezed Deborah's hand to prevent her from pushing it down, "Are you crazy?!" ”

The person who beat her grabbed Qiao Weihuan's hand and handcuffed it to another iron bar.

The cold light of the needle tip was reflected in her eyes, and fear finally appeared on Qiao Weihuan's face, she clenched her fists in fear, and her face was pale with holes.

"Deborah!!"

None of this worked, however, and Deborah slowly injected the injection.

Qiao Weihuan took a big breath, staring at the tip of the needle with a good purpose, feeling the coolness quickly dissolve into her skin, blood, and limbs from under the skin that had been pierced.

Deborah staggered to her feet, her body shining a dark shadow in the light, and her whole beard and tail closed the woman behind the bars.

"Cecil, this is the only one who can control you, don't blame me......"

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear what she was saying, all her senses had failed, and she only felt a chill coming out from the soles of her feet.

She knows very well what the consequences of getting infected with these things are, and anyone who is disobedient, as long as he becomes addicted, is left with the life of being obedient and obedient!

Finished......

The huge mental panic was about to drown Qiao Weihuan, holding down her breathing, she paddled her legs in vain, kept kicking on the ground, biting the tip of her tongue viciously, and forcing herself to keep her sanity.

But when it came to effect, she could only see a familiar shadow in her blurred vision.

Little by little, her mind was eaten away, and she could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

It was as if I saw the faces of thousands of eight hundred people, and there was a shadow of the woman who cooked for her, beautiful and indifferent, sometimes gentle.

I also saw myself, wearing a short and narrow dress, with green eyebrows and yin owls, skillfully shuttling through the black smoke miasma, and from time to time I made a move to steal beams and change pillars. This was followed by a merciless beating, and there was not a single place on her body that was not injured, except for her face......

In the marquee-like picture, there is also a man's profound and tall face, occasionally showing a warm and true expression, and he will also call her "Huanhuan" with a polite and smiling manner.

Qiao Weihuan was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his forehead meandered through his eyebrow bones, slid past the corners of his eyes, and fell overwhelmingly.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

……

"Cecil, who entered the country at the age of twenty-two, was the last time he appeared five years ago in the civil strife of the Landlord Snake."

In the police/procuratorate bureau, the old policeman/detective who wanted to chase her was holding a meeting with a serious face.

Someone was confused: "So why did we arrest her?" ”

The old policeman/cha stroked his beard deeply, "She has participated in many illegal activities, and she was an arson offender five years ago. ”

The sound of gasps rang out one after another.

Some of the people here are new and some are older, but both newcomers and old people know about the civil strife in the land five years ago.

A monstrous fire burned down the entire warehouse, destroyed a huge amount of black goods, and made the two groups of local snakes form an undying enmity and do it earth-shatteringly. Other groups took advantage of the situation, and as a result, the infighting grew and eventually destabilized the whole of Syria.

A lot of buildings fell, a lot of blood was shed, and a lot of people died.

Basically, Syria has a head and a face of the dead and wounded, and most of the rest are still lingering, and their police/side have also paid a great price and suffered heavy losses.

There are also those ordinary people, ignorant and ignorant, all of whom have disappeared in the civil strife of the local snake, regardless of age or age. Until he died, he only thought that he was a disaster from heaven. I don't know that the sinful, the righteous, the innocent...... All are victims of civil strife.

The source was the fire, but the arsonist never caught it!

With a "clang", someone kicked the chair uncontrollably, smashed the table with red eyes, and clenched his fists.

The others fell silent, allowing him to lose his temper because his mother had died five years earlier. He went out to buy groceries and bought them for a whole day, and at last the fire broke out, and when he went out to look for his mother, he found her lying in the messy bazaar, with a bloody bullet hole in the corner of her forehead.

The atmosphere froze, and a phone rang out at an inopportune time.

“…… There is no situation. ”

"Asian woman? Yes. ”

"Long hair with a butterfly tattoo on the neck."

Joe ...... What the? ”

“…… No, she's already run away from the police/bureau! ”

……

Cui Chengchuan pushed open the door and stepped in lazily, "Yate, I found the little butterfly, she is-"

After a pause, his half-squinted eyes flashed slightly, and his facial lines tightened extremely slightly.

He Zhengxiao turned his back against the light, holding a cigar in one hand, and looked out the window with deep eyes.

Next to the tall man, the woman with her arms and breasts wears an elegant dress, revealing her thin white legs and slender neck. The long curly hair is reflected in the light into a brilliant waterfall, and the turquoise eyes seem to contain a magnet, firmly attracting the attention of others.

Charlotte.

Hearing the voice, Charlotte turned her gaze, her full red lips hooked up a little arc, and without waiting to speak, He Zhengxiao suddenly turned around and said in a low voice: "Where is it?" ”

Cui Chengchuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned lazily against the wall, folded his long legs, no longer went in, and said from a short distance: "The Middle East, Syria." ”

After saying that, he clearly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped by two points.

Cui Chengchuan seemed to be unconscious, and continued: "There is no shadow when I ran out of the police/procuratorate, and now no one knows which corner she is in. ”

Police/Prosecutor's ......

He Zhengxiao pulled out the big chair and sat down, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, was silent for a long time, and his voice was cold: "Uncle Zhong." ”

The elusive Uncle Zhong appeared at the door and bent down slightly: "Young Master." ”

"Contact the Syrian police/party and the embassy to find her as soon as possible. No matter what she does, protect her. ”

"Yes."

"The ICPO Secretary General also informed."

“…… Be. ”

The eyes of the night looked sharply at the casual Cui Chengchuan, "Apply for an air route and say hello to the countries I pass through, so as not to cause trouble when I cross the border." ”

Cui Chengchuan touched his chin, the man's slender fingers pinched the cigar, elegantly snuffed it out in the glass ashtray, and got up.

A white arm suddenly appeared in front of him, and He Zhengxiao paused.

Charlotte frowned, her glass-beaded eyes reflecting a cool light.

"You're going to Syria?"

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his head, his eyes were deep, and he ignored it and stepped away with his long legs.

As a result, the woman moved and completely stopped in front of him, "Yat, you can't go, you know better than anyone what kind of place the Middle East is." The international situation there is very precarious, and you will be in danger. ”

"There is no danger."

Picking up the gloves on the table, he put them on slowly, and his big hands held Charlotte's shoulders, and a heavy sense of power spread from Charlotte's shoulders to her nerves.

"It's her nightmare, I'm not going, no one can help her get out."

Charlotte was stunned, and listened to the man say in a determined tone: "No one will threaten the Duke of Demville." ”

The man's stiff back left, and Cui Chengchuan was about to follow, when he said behind him: "Morris." ”

Charlotte put her fingers on the table and asked him in a clear voice, "Did Art choose her?" ”

Cui Chengchuan turned back with a smile, "Is it necessary to talk to me?" Yate is not obvious enough? ”

Charlotte didn't mind his attitude at all, and evoked a shallow smile, "Maurice, I'm asking you if Art has chosen her." ”

Cui Chengchuan knows Charlotte too well, and every look and micro-expression she has now can make him feel how turbulent her deep and cold heart is under that luxurious and cold face.

The thick eyebrows were twisted, and the nonchalance on his face was all put away: "Charlotte, what do you want to do?" ”

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