"Oh! His mouth is really tight enough! Manager Zheng tossed the bloodied baseball bat aside and shook his aching hands.

The person who was tied to the chair was Zhang Lei, an executive in charge of Ai Weng's transportation, and he was also the eyeliner that the gang of three had attracted in Ai Weng. The reason why the Gang of Three was able to accurately grasp the position of the 'module' was because of his manipulation.

"I'll admit it, you hid quite well at first, there are too many people who know about satellite data updates, mainly because the later group of bats exposed you." Manager Zheng approached him and said, "There are not many people who can touch the goods. ”

Zhang Lei was beaten and trembled, and several cuts were cut by the dagger on his body, and blood was gushing out. He slowly raised his head and glanced at Manager Zheng with disdain.

Seeing that he still didn't mean to speak, Manager Zheng was a little helpless, so he had to talk to him for something soft.

"Mr. Zhang, I think you also know that my time is precious. I would appreciate it if you could understand me and say it as soon as possible, so that I could go home and sleep before dawn. ”

He picked up a towel and stepped forward to wipe the blood on Zhang Lei's face.

"Listen to me, you don't have to protect a bunch of bandits, it's not worth risking your life for something like this. Tell me what you know, and I'll let you go, how about it? ”

“... Scold... Hehe... Will you let me go? Zhang Lei sneered a few times and said hoarsely, ".. Tell the ghost .... I don't believe in ghosts..."

Manager Zheng pursed his lips and threw the blood-soaked towel onto the table. It seems that this guy is not stupid, and his trick of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge will not work.

"So how about that? I'll be quick, you won't even react, and you won't feel the slightest pain. ”

He lifted Zhang Lei's chin, looked him directly into the eyes and said, "Just take pity on yourself, is there anything wrong with suffering less sin?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Lei finally spoke: "I know... What do you think about those kids... What did you do..."

‘.....’

The smile on Manager Zheng's face gradually disappeared, just now he was torturing the prey with great interest, but now, it felt like he was bitten by the prey.

"Ion... Bought and sold them like garments, like cattle..... was dismembered...."Zhang Lei glared at him with his half-open left eye and cursed, "..... You are more shameless than the bandits... Brute ....."

He let go of the hand dragging Zhang Lei's chin, took two steps back, and asked, "What do you mean.... Project Styx? ”

Zhang Lei sneered and said, "... Hehe.... What an ugly guy it had to be to come up with such a thing....."

Manager Zheng looked at him with a frown. After a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and finally he burst out laughing. Zhang Lei looked at him puzzled, as if he was looking at a mentally ill person who was out of control.

"What are you laughing at?"

Manager Zheng raised his arms and bit the tip of the thumb of his right hand, and said with a smile: "Ha... Sorry, this was so much fun! Looks like you can still help. ”

"At least, I now know what those guys are for." He looked at Zhang Lei, his pupils were like an abyss, "Thank you for your cooperation with Aion, I think you should also rest, right?" ”

Realizing that he had accidentally slipped his mouth, Zhang Lei yelled at him with all his might: "You madman! Do you think.... You've got a different skin... Can you live with peace of mind? ”

Hearing this, the corners of Manager Zheng's eyes twitched.

"Sooner or later..... People like you will be judged, and they will die so that they will not even be left with dregs, and their bones will be scattered....."

After thinking about it carefully, Manager Zheng turned around and walked back, picking up a pistol placed on the table. Now it seems that Zhang Lei knows more things than he predicted, and it will be a disaster to keep him sooner or later.

"You're right, I'm a heinous sin, but I have a problem." He loaded the pistol and walked slowly towards Zhang Lei.

"Who will judge me?" He pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders and asked, "You?" ”

Bang! Bang!

After speaking, he pulled the trigger and fired a shot at Zhang Lei's chest. Blood holes were pierced in the lobes of his lungs on either side, causing fluid in the chest cavity and blood from the wound to pour into his lungs.

He didn't die immediately, but instinctively gasped for air, each breath like a burn. As the blood gradually filled, he was able to breathe in less and less air, close to suffocation.

Manager Zheng walked up to him and whispered, "If you get a headshot, you'll miss out on a lot of fun." Regarding the passage of life, there are very subtle changes that you need to feel little by little. ”

He held up Zhang Lei's chin and said viciously: "Like I said, you missed the opportunity to die a good death." ”

He stared at Zhang Lei's half-open left eye until his pupils were dilated, as if covered with a layer of ash. He shook off Zhang Lei in disgust, and walked in the direction of the roller shutter door while taking off his gloves.

"Dispose of the corpse and leave no traces."

"Yes, boss." After speaking, the guys immediately moved, untied Zhang Lei's body from the chair, bagged it, and cleaned up the scene.

Out of the warehouse, Manager Zheng walked straight to the parking space, got in the car and left the area. Driving on the small roads outside the city, only the moon hanging in the sky glows, and the lights of the city in the distance.

Manager Zheng picked up his mobile phone and dialed the secretary's number.

'Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~'

"Boss?" In less than ten seconds, Secretary Wu's voice came from the phone.

Manager Zheng softened his tone and said, "It looks like you're asleep, I'm sorry to call you so late." ”

"It's okay with me, please tell me."

He slowly turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the side roads of the city.

"Find some hands and pull up the documents for Ion's 11-year Styx project. Ion funded the establishment of the University of Ryerser in Australia that year, and selected the relevant materials and put them on my desk tomorrow morning. ”

"Okay."

After hanging up, he fell into the memories of the past.

On April 8, 2009, in the underground space of the abandoned industrial area on the edge of Hanning, two brain doctors and four medical staff were standing in a surgical laboratory. They were gathered around the operating table, holding the surgical records and discussing something.

Lying on the operating table was the young manager Zheng, who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a hospital gown, his hair had been shaved for surgery, and there was a ring of surgical scars around the top of his head.

There was a glass partition on the side of the room, and outside the partition stood a man in his forties wearing a gray windbreaker - Yang Musheng. He looked at the young man on the operating table, as if he was worried about the success of the operation.

After more than ten minutes, the man lying on the operating table suddenly opened his eyes and roared angrily.

"Kill him!! I'm going to kill him!!!! That bastard! Traitor!! Zheng Qiwen got up from the bed and grabbed the neck of the nurse next to him, "Where is he?!" Where is he!??? ”

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils glowing strangely scarlet, like a mad beast, eager for killing and revenge.

The choked nurse felt suffocated instantly, and she tried to break the man's hand, but the person in front of her was full of strange power, and no matter how hard she tried, it would not help.

"Sir, sir, please calm down, ah!!" The nurse on the side tried to stop him, but he pushed him to the side.

Zheng Qiwen put his feet on the floor and lifted the nurse with one hand. She could even hear the muscles in her neck squeezing her neck, her eyes bloodshot from suffocation, and her feet dangling in mid-air.

“... Look at... Yu ....." Zheng Qiwen glared at the nurse and roared, "It's actually because of a woman... Just because of a little girl who came out of nowhere..... The unforgivable .... Unforgivable!!! ”

Seeing that the patient was out of control, the other medical staff in the room immediately rushed up and worked together to subdue him. The doctor picked up a strong sedative and plunged it into his neck.

Gradually, Zheng Qiwen let go of his left hand, and the nurse fell to the ground, coughing a few times and gasping for air. It seemed that the operation was successful, and Yang Musheng, who was standing outside the window, had a smile on his face.

On April 16, 2009, a week after waking up, Zheng Qiwen moved from the postoperative convalescence room into an apartment arranged by Yang Musheng. He sits in a wheelchair, and whenever the weather is nice, Wu Min pushes him to the back garden of his apartment to bask in the sun.

His eyes were blank, his legs were covered with a blanket, and his hair had thinned out on the top of his head, and he looked like an old man in his twilight years.

It stands to reason that it would take a week for patients in the Styx program to be able to function normally. Now it seems that the reason why he was able to have so much strength a week ago was only because of the stress response of his brain, after all, he was killed by the hands of the person he valued the most.

After a while, he finally asked, ".... Today... What day? ”

Wu Min replied: "April 16, 2009." ”

It may be because the cranial nerves are still in the recovery period, and he is not sharp when he speaks, always half-sentenced, and he is stumbling.

"I... This body.... Name.... What is it called? He asked.

"Zheng Qiwen."

“.... Alas....." he sighed as he looked at his hands, a hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes. I don't know if it's because of the joy of being born again, or because of the sadness of the fact that I'm dead.

He was him, but not exactly him, and that confused him.

“... Sun..... Enough sun.... Let's go back......"

In the months that followed, he would often look in the mirror and examine his unfamiliar face in the mirror. It was only when he looked into those familiar eyes that he recognized his true identity.

Coming back from the past, he looked at himself in the rearview mirror of the car, his appearance was not so strange, but his eyes were still as hairy as knives. The glimmer of the moonlight shone on his face through the buildings, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, but what remained unchanged was the eyes in the darkness, always shining with a terrifying light.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel and hummed the nursery rhyme of Russian folklore, an eerie and eerie melody.

"Sitting in mortar~ flying around~ waving a pestle~ living in forest~" ）

"Quickly!quickly!time to bed,or the baba yaga will take you away~~" ）

He stared into the night, a maniacal smile on his face, as if he saw the lamb he coveted, and aroused his long-suppressed desire—the cruel pleasure of hide-and-seek with his prey.