Jiang Futing had no choice but to change the topic and ask more carefully: "How did Fan Congwen coerce you?" And what benefits did it give you? What's your mod for committing a crime? ”

Lu Changrong's eyes flickered, just thinking about it could make him easily fall back into a nightmare like a slaughterhouse.

His nails scraped the tabletop, and the deeper the memories he recalled, the more uncomfortable he became, and the whole person began to be visibly restless and restless.

The frequency of the nails rubbing against the table board increased, and the cacophony was like a sharp awl grinding against the scalp.

"He ......" Lu Changrong said in a low voice, the lingering picture in his mind seemed to make him return to that day, and he suddenly gasped:

"The time he was about to strangle me, no, in fact, he didn't really want me to die, he followed Fan Congwen's instructions, selected me out, and gave me a near-death experience. When a person wanders between light and darkness, as long as he has talent, he has the opportunity to stimulate his potential, so he can see something different. ”

Jiang Futing was stunned when he heard his words.

It's not because Lu Changrong is full of nonsense about running trains, but just to use Lu Changrong and give him a near-death experience.

But after thinking about it, in order to satisfy his abusive desires, Li Shang really killed a few, and Fan Congwen didn't even care about human life in order to pursue the power of his heart.

What is this?

He thought with a sneer.

Lu Changrong was confused by the terrible memories and his mind was restless.

His head was buried on the table again: "I was locked up there for a day and a night, how could things be so simple, just a little ghost, how could it scare away a wisp of my soul." It's all just the beginning. ”

"Li Shang was indeed frightened by the ghost and fled, but he deliberately left me there, there are not only that one, but many, many, many ......"

His voice followed many two words, drifting far away, making people a little incomprehensible.

"Those things are everywhere in every corner of the room, and they do everything they can to make it hard for you to get on your seat."

"The corners of the walls, the ceiling overhead, the chandeliers, under the tables, the chairs, and the ones that stick behind you, they use all kinds of means to make you scared, to drive you crazy, to break you down."

"Dah." The pen in Jiang Futing's hand fell on the table.

He turned absent-mindedly, and he listened absent-mindedly.

A toddler about eight years old...... He didn't even know what to think.

Lu Changrong suddenly laughed again: "It's just that I didn't expect my ability to adapt too quickly, I was scared at first, but you know that when a person's fear reaches its peak, there will be three situations, the first is to simply die, and the second is to make them go crazy as they wish." ”

"But I'm the third, and fear breaks through the tipping point I carry, and I break down, and I become numb, so that I don't know what fear is. But how could they allow such a thing to happen? ”

"So when I went to sleep that night, I fell into the dream they had prepared for me with their own hands." Lu Changrong's whole face was pressed against the table, and the cold temperature of the wooden board pierced his skin, making him sober up a little.

"It was a big grassland, and it was so dark that the clouds were so thick that they looked like they were about to fall.

I subconsciously felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave here, I walked desperately, and ran from walk to run, but the grassland was bottomless, and I couldn't get out. ”

"Later," Lu Changrong's eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something, and he held his head hard: "It seems that something tripped me, I fell, and when I got up, I found that it was a dry one."

The hand grabbed my ankle, and I was really scared, so I got up and ran. ”

"But I found that there were more and more hands stretched out in the grassland, and there was no grass in the grassland behind, all of them were hands that rose from the ground."

"I began to be overwhelmed, I was shouting, but I couldn't hear my own voice, the clouds above my head were getting lower and lower, and then blood rained down from the sky, and magically, I could still taste the smell of blood from my dreams,"

"When the blood rained down on my face, dyeing all my face and hair with blood, I was almost dying, but I didn't expect ......"

"All the hands on the ground climbed up, and the clouds in the sky fell down, until the things in the sky fell in front of my eyes, and I realized that it was not the clouds that were floating, but a corpse."

"I ran as hard as I could, and those things got closer and closer, more and more, rushing towards me in all directions, and I fell again, and this time I could see the face of the corpse on the ground, it was ......"

"It's Lu Changku." Lu Changrong's voice had already shaken into a sieve, "All the ghosts and corpses have a face like my brother. ”

So what he is afraid of is not ghosts, but that he is afraid that those ghosts are Lu Changku.

It's just that one day in the future, I didn't avoid this moment after all, and I caused it myself.

But Jiang Futing was surprised: "How can you be sure that it must be Lu Changku, not yourself." ”

"I don't know." Lu Changrong said vaguely: "The twins always have some induction, and they put me into a dream, what should have been instilled in my subconscious, in short, when I saw him, I felt that he must be my brother." ”

"They kept my brother dying in front of my eyes over and over again, falling and getting up and down.

My brother kept screaming and crying in his ear, and he said, 'Why don't you save me, why don't you save me.'"

Then one of the closest to me suddenly rushed at me and exploded right in front of my eyes.

There was so much blood in my body that I felt like I couldn't wash it off in my life, and it didn't just flow into my body, but it flowed into my blood, my soul.

I could still feel the lump of my brother's flesh hanging over me, as cold and cold as his blood.

In the end, I finally got what they wanted, and I wasn't crazy, but one of my souls collapsed. ”

Jiang Futing finally felt a trace of pity for the person in front of him.

He could hear that Lu Changrong really didn't lie this time.

His body pressed against the table struggled to restrain his trembling, the pain and fear in his voice withheld by him.

Even now, he is still trapped in that inextricable nightmare.

The nightmare seemed to be seared into his soul, haunting him for eternity, especially when Lu Changku's life was really gone.

Jiang Futing rubbed his fingertips: "What is this dream hinting at you?" ”

Lu Changrong "ha", and the head attached to the table raised a small angle stingily, just enough for his eyes to see the person opposite.

"Worthy of being a junior." The eyes, which were still a little painful, gradually sank: "Since he wants to use me, of course he won't let me go." ”

"Fan Congwen didn't save me to repair my soul, but to control me. Not only did he have a crush on me, but he also fell in love with my brother, because my brother had a more gifted soul than me. ”

"He placed a forbidden spell in my soul, which seemed good on the surface, but his forbidden spell could only keep my soul for a month, and after a month, my soul was gone, and he gave me a way to renew my soul."

"This method is to let you kill people, snatch the soul to continue your life,

Right. Jiang Futing said lightly, "As for his request, continue to capture the soul and dedicate it to him at intervals, and by the way, help try the secret technique of making puppets that he taught you." And what about your magic weapon for catching souls? ”

Lu Changrong was not surprised that he had learned this, and he didn't plan to keep his mouth shut: "It's that disc, it's still in my arms." ”

Jiang Futing stood up and walked over without hesitation, not afraid of his sudden trickery or something, and directly touched him in his shirt.

Sure enough, his fingertips touched a cold and hard touch, he unceremoniously took it out, observed it carefully, and when the turbid qi poured in, he was suddenly bounced back by a force full of resistance.

Jiang Futing's face turned pale: "Do you still recognize the master?" ”

It seems that the one in my hand is the real thing.

Lu Changrong hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

He looked back and forth the things in his hand, and then in Lu Changrong's shocked gaze, the turbid qi in his body really gushed out, and it was full of attack power and drilled into the disc.

Between the two powerful energies, a strong wind rolled up in the interrogation room for no reason, blowing everything into a rumbling sound.

It's just that no matter how strong the power in the disc is, it is far less turbid than Jiang Futing's body in Shanghai, and he was quickly defeated and forcibly dissolved the relationship with Lu Changrong.

Lu Changrong only felt that at a certain moment, his heart trembled violently, and when he felt the stinging pain, the bloody qi could not be suppressed and surged up his throat.

"Hmm!" He didn't even have time to swallow before he squirted, staining the table in front of him red.

Previously, when he fled, he was inevitably impregnated by Jiang Futing's power, and he hurt his soul book.

With such a heavy blow this time, the whole person directly withered, his face was a little transparent, and his body felt a trace of fatigue with heaviness.

Jiang Futing originally wanted to sit idly by, but looking at him like this, he was so ruthless that he couldn't resist sympathy for his childhood: "How are you?" ”

Lu Changrong grinned, and there was blood between his teeth: "I deserve it, it's not a big problem, I'm tired of giving a piece of paper." ”

Jiang Futing silently turned his head, raised his finger, and the turbid gas that flew out turned into a rope, bringing back a pack of paper from the table.

After he caught it, he took a few sheets, and some perfunctory ones were wiped by Lu Changrong in person.

The curvature of the corners of Lu Changrong's mouth widened even more in his rough actions, and he almost didn't eat the paper.

When he was done, he leaned back in his chair and tilted his head.

I don't know if it's because of the time he vomited blood just now, he really hurt his heart and was too tired, or because he said these words in his heart for the first time, which made him unload the burden of more than ten years of carrying.

He had a sense of overdraft, and at the same time, he felt for the first time what it meant to be relaxed.

Even the single-tube lamp in the ceiling makes people feel particularly bright, particularly comfortable, and makes people sleepy.

"Can I smoke?" He asked coldly.

Jiang Futing's face was a little exciting, and he sneered and picked up his pocket: "I don't smoke, and I don't want to smoke second-hand smoke, so don't think about it." ”

He refused very resolutely, leaving no trace of emotion.

Lu Changrong tried to bargain in vain, smacked his mouth, and looked at him as if he was looking at a young man who had not dried up:

"There must have been that police officer just now, and everyone is an adult, and it's normal to have one or two ways to decompress, so why should the junior be so complacent."

"I don't have smoke." Jiang Futing thought about it, raised his finger seriously, and the turbidity curled like soot: "If you don't mind, you can come to this." ”

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