But when I woke up, I still had to do what I had to do, Mingshan Group was a world-famous company, and I heard that the boss Zhang Mingshan was worth hundreds of billions.

He doesn't want to become a rich man like Zhang Mingshan, but he has become a celebrity around Zhang Qiang, and his life is also extremely chic.

Zhang Qiang has a pedophile, he helps Zhang Qiang look for beautiful girls everywhere, and then cleans up the mess for him, and gradually gets used to it.

Even if those parents know something, they can easily send it away if they give a sum of money, and the only one who wants to find the real murderer, Wang Caihua, is put in prison and will die sooner or later, so everyone doesn't care about it.

Who would have thought that there would be such a day?

He Kaiyan regretted it in his heart, but in order to save his life, he still kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to say more.

Qingyun looked at He Kaiyan with his mouth closed, as if he refused to say any more, and became more and more sure in his heart that he was hiding something more important.

But seeing that he didn't seem to mean what he wanted to say, Qingyun sneered.

He thought that if he didn't want to speak, could he really not speak?

Qingyun raised his right hand, only to see a silver-white metallic luster flashing between his fingers, and it was a silver needle as thick as four nails, and the tip of the needle glowed with cold light under the light, which made people feel creepy when they saw it.

He Kaiyan suddenly felt a chill, and when he opened his eyes, he saw four things longer than nails shining in Qingyun's hands.

He Kaiyan's eyes widened for a moment, watching Qingyun plunge a silver needle into the wound of his severed finger.

"Ah~"

He Kaiyan screamed miserably, his neck stretched out in pain, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

However, the silver needle in Qingyun's hand was only inserted by a third.

"I say! I say! I'll be honest with you! Please, give me a good deal when you kill me in a moment! Don't torture me anymore! He Kaiyan was almost suffocated in pain, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Qingyun's hand movements finally stopped.

He Kaiyan twitched all over, rolling his eyes in pain, as if he had less air in and more air out.

Qingyun unhurriedly pricked a silver needle on several of his acupuncture points, and He Kaiyan came to his senses.

His face turned blue, and he said in a trance: "Actually, I recognized you as soon as you appeared, your name is Wang Caihua, and you have a three-year-old daughter named Wang Xingxing." ”

……

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door made a heavy sound.

Zhang Cuihua sat boredly on the edge of the low stool, typing on a laptop, and when she heard the door open, she asked casually, "What's the matter?" Didn't kill people, did you? Have you confessed? ”

Qingyun walked out of the doorway with her head down, her hair already falling out and hanging down in front of her eyes, hiding most of her face in shadow.

Hearing Zhang Cuihua's words, she didn't answer, just slowly closed the door and walked towards the bathroom.

Her hands were shaking, the sharp dagger was clenched in her hand, and blood was dripping down her palm.

Zhang Cuihua didn't hear her answer, so she turned her head to look at Qingyun, and when she turned her head, she saw Qingyun's gloomy back.

She frowned, her thick eyebrows twisted into two ugly caterpillars.

"Hey, what's going on with you? Why do you ask as if you have been tortured? Zhang Cuihua stood up and walked over.

"It's okay, it may be that the residual emotions of the original owner have affected me." Qingyun replied.

Zhang Cuihua patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "Then you have to adjust it well, when some clients have a certain feeling that is strong to the extreme, it is easy to cause the tasker to be emotionally disturbed." ”

"Well, got it, I'm going to wash my face." Qingyun reluctantly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, go ahead, I'll continue to teach you programming in a moment." Zhang Cuihua rubbed her short hair and sat down in front of the computer.

"Hmm." Qingyun replied in a low voice.

The voice was soft and low, and then it was crushed by the sound of the door closing.

After entering the bathroom, Qingyun's hand was loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang", and the palm holding the dagger was already dripping with blood.

"Host, are you alright?" 26 asked in a low voice.

It was the first time it had seen its host so out of shape, and the hideous appearance just now had successfully frightened it.

Qingyun propped his hands on the side of the sink, looked at his face in the mirror that exuded gloomy hatred, and sighed softly: "I really want to cut his flesh one by one." ”

When you turn on the faucet, you put your cut hand under the water, and the transparent water is instantly stained bright red with blood.

I brushed my loose hair in front of the mirror and tied it back with the leather band on my wrist, revealing a slightly pale face.

Recalling what He Kaiyan said, Qingyun had gradually calmed down at this time, but his chest was still stuffy, which was the grief left by the original owner.

It's just that this emotion can no longer affect her like before, it's just a faint pain.

She thought that the other party was just bought by Zhang Qiang and wanted to put Wang Caihua to death, but she didn't expect that he was also one of the culprits who killed Wang Xingxing.

For his own interests, he knew that Zhang Qiang had pedophilia, but he was looking for a young girl in Nanxian for the other party.

Zhang Qiang is a brute, and He Kaiyan is no better!

Wang Xingxing was tortured alive and died!

Listening to He Kaiyan's statement, it was no wonder that the residual emotions of the original owner would become so intense, Qingyun almost couldn't restrain him from letting him taste the pain of being rubbed to death.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Qingyun held the dagger tightly with her hand, and the intense pain kept her awake and not assimilated by the emotions of the original owner.

Qingyun washed his face with a handful of water with his other intact hand, picked up the dagger on the ground, washed off the blood stains on it with water, put the scabbard on it, and put it back in his sleeve.

Pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

Zhang Cuihua, who was next to the computer, heard the movement, turned her head to look at Qingyun, raised her eyebrows and said: "I finally gave up, if you don't come out again, I'm going to go in and get you, hurry up, wait for you for a long time." ”

He hooked his finger at her as he spoke.

Qingyun walked over, sat down on the low stool next to her, brushed the broken hair that was still hanging with water droplets, pulled it behind her ear, and began to listen to Zhang Cuihua's chatter and start the lecture.

"Cut, rookie technique!" 26 Listening to Zhang Cuihua's guidance, he made a disdainful voice for the 36th time.

Qingyun ignored its dissatisfaction and listened attentively to Zhang Cuihua's guidance.

26 Seeing that the host didn't care about him, he could only shut up angrily, feeling that Zhang Cuihua, the tasker, was really getting more and more annoying, saying 15 bad things behind his back, and competing with it for favor.

So much so that now the host doesn't care about itself.

It's so melancholy!

26 sighed sadly, simply blocked out the perception of the outside, and slept in Qingyun's mind.

In the dim hut, He Kaiyan sat groggily in a chair, his crotch soaked, and a puddle of yellow liquid flowed to the ground, mixed with blood that had begun to coagulate, filling the room with an unpleasant smell.

There was still the silver needle stuck in the wound of the severed finger, and the continuous pain made him moan continuously, and the dry pain in his throat was unbearable.