Tang Wan observed while secretly sneering to herself.

Before she could finish her observation, the man suddenly turned his head and looked her in the eyes.

"Hehe, am I good-looking?"

...... "You look good, your sister!" If you look good like this, then the skeleton must be the most beautiful thing in the world.

But Tang Wan is now a "hostage" who is tied up, and outsiders can't get used to her like Si Nanyuan, so they only dare to think about these words in their hearts.

Tang Wan simply gave up answering.

Mr. Mo continued to laugh, his voice still gentle.

"How? Remember something? ”

Tang Wan still didn't answer.

What else comes to mind.

She can't think of anything but wanting to beat people and want to leave!

"It's okay, think slowly. Anyway, we just have more time, enough for you to think of me. When you remember, we'll move on to the next game. ”

……

Si Nanyuan drove back to Anyuan, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of Anyuan, he smelled the breath that should not belong here.

How could it be him?

He parked the car directly at the gate and looked in the direction of the smell.

Soon, I saw Ah Jun and Xiao Hei with guilt and anxiety on their faces in the place where the smell was strongest.

"What about the surveillance of the garden?"

"Here, you see." Ah Jun immediately handed over his mobile phone.

During the time when his owner rushed back, he had already copied the surveillance video before and after the accident to his mobile phone.

Si Nanyuan took Ah Jun's mobile phone, looked at it several times, and finally walked quickly to another corner of the garden with his eyebrows twisted.

Sure enough, I found a shell in that corner that shouldn't have belonged here.

He picked up the shell, put it in the palm of his hand, and with a force, he directly pinched and crushed the shell.

It's really him.

Si Nanyuan spread out his palms and let the fragments of shells in his palms be blown away by the wind.

I was thinking about how to find it, but the phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

He looked down and saw that it was Ah Shuai calling.

"Lord Abyss, the URL I sent you, please open it quickly! Big things are wrong! ”

Si Nanyuan hung up the phone, and A Shuai's website was also sent.

He clicked on it, and his temples suddenly ached.

Above is an ongoing live stream with a lot of viewers.

The live broadcast screen is divided into nine squares, and there is a "Tang Evening" on each grid.

There are nine of them, and they are supposed to be the footage of one of the monitors that were broadcast.

The clothes of the nine Tang evenings were different, but their eyes were all covered.

They are also in different positions, and the only thing they have in common is that they are both in danger.

Some are on the edge of a cliff, some are on the roof of a certain building, and some have a giant axe hanging over their heads.

There's even one that's being locked up in a fish tank, which is slowly being filled with clean water.

The title of the live stream is simple and straightforward – to be killed or to be saved.

Si Nanyuan stared at every small grid of surveillance screens, trying to find the real Tang Wan in it.

But on the premise that there is no way to communicate and no way to look at the eyes, looking for it in this kind of surveillance picture that is not clear, even if it is Si Nanyuan, who knows Tang Wan well, this is an almost impossible task.

Si Nanyuan hadn't finished watching the nine pictures separately, and a mechanical sound suddenly came out of the originally quiet live broadcast room.

It should be the so-called anchor.

And the sound is obviously processed by software or tools.

"Welcome everyone to my live broadcast room to participate in this unique and thrilling live broadcast."