Three minutes later.

The small dark house of the Hall of Bloodthorns.

The interior furnishings are old and old.

The light is dim yellow, which makes people feel breathless.

Two young men in blue and red sweatshirts joined forces to control a plainly dressed young man.

The only chair in the room sat a gloomy whisper.

He held a glass of red wine in his right hand and tasted it leisurely.

An iPad sits on his folded legs, and his slender left hand is swiping the screen at will.

After half of the red wine in his hand was drunk, Wen Ci glanced at the man in the middle.

"Let go."

Gentle words gave instructions in a low voice.

Moments later, the man was unceremoniously thrown aside and collapsed onto the concrete floor.

The head was slightly raised, just enough to clearly see the tips of Wen Zi's toes.

The man's face was full of fear from the moment he entered the house, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

Wen Ci's gaze swept shallowly, and a sneer appeared on the tip of his nose.

casually threw the iPad on his lap in the man's face, and then took an unhurried sip of wine.

"Let's see." His voice was cold.

The man picked up the iPad that had been left aside and got up tremblingly.

There was a picture on the screen, which happened to be the picture of Han Siwen standing on the stage with Fang Bingqing, and the chandelier above his head fell.

Drawing further back, what is shown is the scene of Fang Bingqing, Jia Yi, and Han Siwen rolling to the ground, and the chandelier exploding into pieces between the three.

"If you're smart enough, you know what I'm asking?"

Wen Ci placed the wine glass on the table next to him, crossed his legs, and looked at the man below.

"I... I don't really know anything. The man's eyes flashed, and he panicked.

"Looks like you're not smart enough."

Wen Ci leaned back and shook his head gently, exuding a compelling chill all over his body.

Seeing this, the red right wearing a red sweatshirt and hat on the opposite side stepped forward and kicked the man's right leg knee like lightning.

The next second.

With a "click", the man curled up on the ground with his right leg in his arms.

There are some wailing sounds coming out of his mouth.

Wen Ci crossed his hands, put them on his lap, and squinted his eyes: "You should be smarter now." ”

"I just do what others tell me to do, and I do whatever the above tells me, and I really don't know anything else."

The man lay on the ground, his face ached.

"Who told you to do it?" Warm words.

"Yes...... Yes...... "The man 'is' for a long time and he didn't come out of it."

Wen Ci sneered: "Don't worry, as long as you say it well, I won't do anything to you." ”

It's obviously a reassuring word, but when it comes to a man's ears, it's more like a threat to death.

"It's Miss Han...... Miss Han asked me to do it. The man lowered his head and trembled.

Wen Ci's eyebrows were full of ice: "When?" ”

"Before the concert...... The afternoon before that. ”

Wen Ci suppressed the chill in his eyes and continued to ask, "What did she tell you?" ”

She said...... Say ......"

The man swallowed and vomited, and he didn't squeeze out a complete sentence for half a day.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Qing Zuo stepped forward impatiently, raised his foot and aimed at the man's left leg knee.

She said—" The man immediately raised his voice in fear, and his words were much sharper: "She said that in the middle of the concert, there will be a female ...... Girl, let me keep it anyway...... Make sure she gets hit by a chandelier. ”

"There are so many chandeliers on stage, how can you be sure that girl will definitely go to the center of the stage?"

Wen Ci played with his fingers, and wrote the words 'don't rely on the living' all over his body.