In the bomb shelter, at the end of the dark, damp corridor, there is a spacious room with a charming layout.

Not long ago, there was a well-dressed middle-aged beast making tea and reading in this room, but now it is empty.

"Bang"

The wooden door with the seal was kicked open, and three figures broke in, two vertical and one horizontal.

The light pillar of the flashlight was searching around the room, Fang Ziyu endured the strange and disgusting air in the room, turned his head and said, "See clearly, there are no windows and secret doors here." ”

"So?" Feng Hao was puzzled.

"I'm going to ask him a few questions, you go out, close the door, don't eavesdrop, and then I'll put him at your disposal."

Before Feng Hao could answer out loud, Fang Ziyu hurriedly added: "Ten minutes at most, I'm not asking for your consent to go out." ”

Feng Hao stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, clenched the dagger in his hand, and walked out of the door silently.

In order to keep Feng Hao's patience from being exhausted, Fang Ziyu first made Qiu Yang let out a terrible wail with an electric shock ring, and then squatted down and patted Qiu Yang's head.

"Still talking?" Fang Ziyu asked without any emotion, "If you can't speak, you can die." ”

"Yes!" Qiu Yang grinned, causing the wound that had broken again due to the screams to take on a distorted shape, "Don't kill me!" ”

"Answer the question honestly, I can give you a chance to live." Fang Ziyu lied without blinking, and the moment he said it, he felt that he was wearing that invisible mask again, the last time he felt this way was in the unfinished building on Fengping Road in Pingcheng.

"Good, good! Ask! Qiu Yang nodded again and again.

Fang Ziyu didn't ask questions immediately, but groped behind his waist for a while, pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Qiu Yang's wound, and said, "Don't be afraid, the steel ball gun can't kill you." I ask, you answer. I can't answer, I shoot a shot, hesitate for a second, I shoot a shot, tell a lie, I shoot a shot. If the steel ball is finished, I will hand you over to Feng Hao, do you understand? ”

Qiu Yang was still nodding, looking ridiculous. Fang Ziyu originally thought that he and Jiang Lan were the same kind of people, but now it seems that they are too far apart.

"How many people have you killed?"

"Remember, remember! Ahh The tearing pain of a steel ball being punched into the wound made Qiu Yang can't help but cry out in pain, and Feng Hao, who stayed outside the door, could also hear the hoarse scream.

"How many people have you killed?"

"Sixteen, no, no, eighteen! Counting the gas explosion in the pear garden community, eighteen! ”

Eighteen lives!

Fang Ziyu tried his best to control his facial muscles, but he couldn't stop the trembling of the corners of his eyes.

"Why kill people?"

"I'm sick! I have a mental illness! Qiu Yang didn't think twice, "I want to find a doctor, I've thought about it!" It's useless! I can't control myself at all! ”

"Huh." Fang Ziyu sneered and was silent.

Bullshit mental illness, just an excuse to survive. If a mentally ill person really kills someone, shouldn't he pay for his life? Knowing that he is sick, but neither self-control nor surrendering, but killing people for fun, this is indeed a brute in human skin.

"You set the No. 310 bus on fire?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"How many times did you set fires before that?"

"Nine times, once a year, only when I can't restrain myself, I will..."Qiu Yang burst into tears, "I don't want to, I really don't want to!" ”

Nine times, which is exactly in line with Liu Li's guess.

Fang Ziyu nodded imperceptibly, and continued to ask: "Your method of designing an accidental fire has not been discovered for ten years, and it is so well hidden, why did you suddenly go crazy?" Knowing that he can't live long with terminal cancer, so he pulls someone to accompany him to the funeral? If so, are you still afraid of death? Even if you are released, how long will you live? ”

Qiu Yang was suddenly silent, and when Fang Ziyu moved the muzzle of the gun to his eyes, he trembled, and said hesitantly: "I, I... I do this to survive. ”

"Live?" Fang Ziyu raised his right eyebrow.

"They told me to set it on fire! They made me set it on fire! They say that as long as I can create panic and social unrest, I can continue to live! When Qiu Yang said this, he paused, and raised his head suddenly, "You! You're not looking for me, it's them! I knew that the police hadn't found me, so how could that young man find me! ”

"Boom"

Fang Ziyu pulled the trigger again, causing Qiu Yang to interrupt him with a scream.

"Don't talk irrelevant nonsense, go on, who told you to set fire to create panic?"

"I don't know, I haven't met them, they keep contacting me on the phone and on chat apps abroad! When they found me, they knew what I had done before, and they said that creating panic was a test for me, and that if I passed the test, I would become one of them, and then they would cure me of my liver cancer and take me out of China. When Qiu Yang said this, he was stunned, and suddenly muttered as if he realized, "There is a problem with the gun they gave me, I understand, they used me, and they didn't plan to take me away from the beginning." ”

"I have limited patience and ask one last time, who are 'they'? Why do you believe that 'they' can cure your cancer? Fang Ziyu didn't care about what Qiu Yang's brain made up at all, he only cared about "them" in Qiu Yang's mouth.

It seems that there is really a mysterious overseas organization involved in this matter, and Fang Ziyu has a hunch that he is likely to have unearthed a hidden plot far beyond his expectations.

"I don't know who they are! But they must have the ability to cure my liver cancer! Qiu Yang didn't know how many steel balls there were in the magazine, so he didn't dare to hesitate too much, "I have liver cancer!" Liver cancer is in the advanced stage! At the most severe time, the heart rate of hydrops in both lungs was 130 per minute, the lower abdomen, lower body and legs were swollen, the urine in the bladder could not be discharged without intubation, and it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe! But just take one pill and I'll be fine! Just a small capsule can bring my body back to a healthy state temporarily! They must have a cure for my cancer! Can you too? You can do that too, right? It's the kind of medical technology that has to be kept secret, right? Don't kill me, save me! Let me do whatever I want! I just want to live! ”

Qiu Yang was a little incoherent, and Fang Ziyu was not much better than him.

Can a capsule temporarily bring a patient with advanced liver cancer back to a healthy state? That's impossible.

If this kind of medical technology really exists now, how can anyone keep it a secret? Humanitarianism aside, who would abandon such a huge monopoly market?

But Qiu Yang was indeed alive and kicking before he was beaten to half death, and he looked like a completely healthy and normal person, how could he be half sick?

"Should it be ......" Fang Ziyu withdrew the gun, took out the future tablet from the hidden pocket of his clothes, and muttered to himself, "But don't let me encounter such a bloody thing." ”