() The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Lao Zhao, who was lying in the room, heard the movement, felt a little nervous, and said secretly: It's coming.

I don't know what kind of interrogation methods will be waiting for him, but Lao Zhao knows one thing in his heart, that is, they don't dare to kill themselves.

Now that it is a society under the rule of law, the crime of murder is much heavier than kidnapping, and if you want to take care of rich people like Xibei, they will not lose the rest of their lives in order to judge the people behind the scenes.

He guessed that at most, he had been lying in the hospital for a year and a half, and that's it, although this was the case, Lao Zhao's heart was still very nervous.

Even meditated in his heart that the Buddha blessed him, he would not suffer any major injuries, and he would be able to get out of here completely, and he regretted why he was so impulsive.

At that time, seeing that An Yuan's physical strength had decreased, and he couldn't let go of his hands and feet to fight with them, there was his own woman behind him, and he could only resist their attacks.

The first few rounds were dodged by him, Lao Zhao was a little anxious, they couldn't stay in the arena for too long, and the person who came to help them control the monitoring said that they could only control it for twenty minutes at most.

I couldn't catch Gu Xibei and the others, but time wouldn't wait for them to slowly entangle, seeing that An Yuan was dodging the attacks of his companions and didn't notice him, his brain was hot and he swung his knife up.

Who would have thought that the woman who had been hiding behind would have the courage to rush out to block the knife, she was just going to put the knife on An Yuan's neck to be more compliant than them.

As a result, he couldn't stop the car after being shocked, so he slashed down with force, to be honest, don't look at them with knives and look very skillful, but that was the first time he really cut others, and he was still a beautiful woman.

Lao Zhao is almost forty years old this year, has a wife and children, and the children are all in junior high school this year, and she is a daughter. When the tip of the knife went into the flesh, he was first shocked, then panicked.

He didn't want to go to jail, his wife and children were still waiting for him to raise, what if he went to jail for the child, he also promised the child to go back and take her to skate.

It was a coincidence that he lost his job and couldn't tell his family, so he went out to look for a job during working hours all day, but no one wanted him.

Just when he was discouraged, the boss appeared, and he gave him the job, which could be in addition to a high salary

The extra time to accompany his wife and children does not need to be a human sandbag every day.

Every time he came home injured, his daughter's distressed voice persuading him to resign made him very moved, but he was helpless, what could he do if he didn't do this.

There is no diploma, only this muscle still has the ability to resist fighting.

The sound of pushing the door interrupted Lao Zhao's thoughts, and after thinking so much in his mind, it was actually less than a minute before An Yuan appeared in his sight.

"Do you know I'm going to do this to you?" An Yuan said coldly, the scalpel in his hand glittered in the light, shaking Lao Zhao subconsciously closed his eyes, and his heart suddenly lifted.

He doesn't really want to be ruthless to himself, kill himself, Lao Zhao began to break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, he didn't want to die, he hadn't seen his daughter admitted to college yet.

Lao Zhao is really fed up with the suffering of no education, all decent jobs require a high education, and people like him who graduated from primary school simply can't live in this developed and high-consumption city.

What's more, he also brought his wife and children, but fortunately, he had learned kung fu from a boxing master in his hometown for a few years, so that their family could settle down here.

"What do you want to do, it's a crime to kill someone!" Lao Zhao said tremblingly, his body unconsciously moved back, wanting to stay away from An, in order to seek a sense of peace.

An Yuan laughed loudly, it was really funny, the person who specializes in kidnapping others to earn illegal money actually told him the law, and he knew better what the law stipulated.

There was no need for him to say, An Yuan trembled with laughter, and finally stopped laughing, "You are still embarrassed to follow me, you don't know that what you did is also illegal, maliciously harming the personal safety of others, I can let you take it with you in prison for the rest of your life!" ”

The more An Yuan said that, the more excited he became, he thought of Yu Shiru who was still lying on the hospital bed, if it weren't for the man in front of her, she wouldn't have been hurt.

"I'm forced by life, and I wouldn't do it if I had the choice." Lao Zhao said in a trembling voice, looking at An Yuan's crazy appearance, he was really afraid that An Yuan would be angry, so he came up directly and stabbed him.

Scold! Life is forced, this excuse is a good one, wasn't it very hard before?

Didn't you want me to kill you, why are you so kind of talking now? An Yuan said secretly, sure enough, he still had to be scared before telling the truth, "This is the reason why you can stab people with a knife?" You'll find comfort in yourself. ”

"Carry him up." An Yuan said to the two people behind him, he couldn't lift it by himself, and he didn't want to do this kind of thing, so Qi Lin gave him two people and asked him to do it. "Cover him and lift his shirt."

One of them quickly went out and got a piece of cloth and covered Lao Zhao's eyes, but it was not completely transparent, and Lao Zhao could still vaguely see An Yuan's movements.

The fear of the unknown made Lao Zhao's heart more and more nervous, and as An Yuan slowly approached him, he could vaguely see the strange smile on An Yuan's face, as well as the flashing scalpel, and cold sweat kept falling.

An Yuan turned the knife back down and slashed through Lao Zhao's abdomen, and the light hit the back of his head, making his whole expression extremely terrifying, and there was a grim smile on his mouth.

"I will slowly cut through your flesh and skin, so that you can see your own blood, intestines flowing out, and you will not die until your blood runs out." An Yuan said casually, as if this matter was as sparse and ordinary as asking how the weather was today. It's like small talk between good friends.

But the content of the words made Lao Zhao's hairs stand on end, and his hair was wet with sweat. "You can't do that, you can't." My mind automatically began to fantasize about the picture An Yuan said.

"What can't I do, don't worry, I won't let you die, I don't want to send myself in because of a scum like you, before your blood runs dry, I'll help you stitch up the wound, but my learning skills are not good, if I accidentally break the needle or something, it's not something I can master."

An Yuan deliberately suppressed his voice hoarsely, and the camp illuminated a terrifying and eerie atmosphere, and when the human eye could not see, his perception would be infinitely amplified.

With a little hint, he can think down on his own, and he will make up the scenes in those words he says, and at the same time he will extend those scenes.

Give himself more mental hints and pressure, and when he reaches his critical point, he can't help but say everything.