"Look up and look at me."

Very sweet voice, very beautiful, like a nightingale singing in the dark.

Wang Yinjiang felt that his face was numb, and a lot of wet liquid continued to flow along his cheeks. It was hot, slimy, and uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands, so he could only subconsciously hold his head with his arms and make a protective gesture of cringe.

He felt that he would be beaten up next, but what he imagined did not happen. His refusal angered the other man, and he was immediately grabbed by a force on the shoulder, slammed on the ground several times, and then threw him into the corner.

It hurt terribly everywhere, the skin on my shoulders and thighs was broken and bleeding all the time. The howl was loud, but it was doomed to have no effect. Wang Yinjiang couldn't help but have a deep regret———— if time could be turned back, Lao Tzu would definitely not have made that stupid decision to renovate the sound insulation.

Hysterical fear reigned in the brain, and the hands that clung to the head slightly loosened a slit. The other party did not continue to beat, Wang Yinjiang finally had a chance to breathe, and also saw the person standing in front of him through his fingers.

Zheng Xiaoyue wore a dark black leather suit. The pants, in particular, are very tight, and they are like a second skin on the body. The black turtleneck pullover worn underneath is equally tight and seems to have a cotton texture. The leather jacket fits perfectly, perfectly revealing the uneven curve of the junction between the waist and the hips. Black high heels are her standard configuration, but Wang Yinjiang doesn't understand, how can a woman wear this kind of shoes to exercise flexibly? And you can slap yourself badly with your fists?

There are many more questions that cannot be answered.

The maternity management camp is very tightly supervised, with armed guards everywhere and people on duty in the towers twenty-four hours a day. How on earth did she get past the surveillance of hundreds of attached military guards to get to her kitchen?

All right! Even if she was a cunning mouse with quick movements, where did she get this outfit?

Of course, none of these issues matter. Now the question is: how do you get out of her?

“…… Xiao Zheng! You...... How did you end up here? Wang Yinjiang forced his composure, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach to find this sentence that seemed to him to be barely appropriate.

He was answered with a very loud, powerful slap in the face.

Wang Yinjiang never dreamed that Zheng Xiaoyue's strength would be so great. He was slapped for a long time and couldn't get up. The hot pain on the cheeks, with a light touch of the hand, you can feel the clear fingerprints. It was already swollen, as if it could drip blood at any moment.

"You...... What do you want? ”、

Wang Yinjiang was so frightened that he was about to cry, kept trembling, and howled: "I'll let you go, whatever I promise you, whatever you want, I'll give it to you." I'm not going to call someone over, I'm not going to call the police, no! ”

Zheng Xiaoyue didn't mean to answer at all. She raised her arm and waved her backhand at Wang Yinjiang's other face, and the same red fingerprints were copied and appeared on his face at a symmetrical angle.

"What the hell are you going to do? Leave me alone! Please let me go! Wang Yinjiang wept bitterly, covered his injured face with his hands, and curled up in the corner.

Zheng Xiaoyue squatted down, leaned closer, and whispered, "Dean Wang, do you know what you are doing wrong?" ”

The tone and posture of her speech are like hooligans who deliberately pick quarrels and provoke trouble.

“…… I, I shouldn't have targeted you, I shouldn't have beaten your mind. ”

Wang Yinjiang's reaction was very flexible, especially when he was beaten, his thinking became particularly sober: "I'll let you go, and I'll give you an identity certificate." ”

"Squeak!"

At this time, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside———— Liao Qiu came in from the outside with a large backpack on his back.

He was holding a large box of "Ferrero" chocolates in his hand, peeling off the wrapper of one of them, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing vigorously.

Zheng Xiaoyue has little patience in torturing people, but she is not willing to let Wang Yinjiang go so easily.

In fact, this guy did it himself. If it weren't for that damn dinner, and he hadn't said so many horrible threatening words, Zheng Xiaoyue might have considered letting this guy go.

After all, she didn't come to the birth management camp on her own initiative to be bored, but she had very important things to do.

The next work will be handed over to Liao Qiu.

He has a lot of experience in this area.

Liao Qiu forcibly stuffed a glass into Wang Yinjiang's hand, fixed his hand with his own hand, and held it forcibly. Then he picked up his right fist and smashed it hard at the hand that Wang Yinjiang was holding the cup: the glass shattered, countless fragments scattered and collapsed in Wang Yinjiang's palm, sharp incisions cut through the skin, and finer particles drilled into the muscles. Especially those large fragments, even under Liao Qiu's vicious pressure, cut the tendons and pierced deep into the bones.

Wang Yinjiang kept crying and screaming for his father, the corners of his mouth and body were full of blood, his lips were broken, he knelt on the ground and cried non-stop, shedding tears, crying and sparing his life.

"There are some people you can't touch, and there are people you can't mess with. You don't seem to understand that. ”

"Dean Wang, this is a lesson you told me personally this afternoon, and it is really educational!"

"Eldest sister, why are you talking to him so much? Just kill it. ”

Liao Qiu and Zheng Xiaoyue were talking separately, perhaps thinking that the time was almost up, Zheng Xiaoyue raised her head and looked around, then walked quickly to the window, broke off a steel bar embedded in the window sill, and threw it to Liao Qiu.

You don't need to do this kind of thing by yourself.

Liao Qiu unceremoniously ripped off Wang Yinjiang's nightgown a few times, revealing his bare body. The hard and cold steel bars waved in the air, and Wang Yinjiang's body was soon hit with countless blue and purple blood marks, and there was a muffled sound of "fluttering", especially when he slapped his shoulders and chest, there was always a crisp bone cracking sound.

Wang Yinjiang knew that he would definitely not be able to escape today, but he could not change it, so he could only scream at the loudest volume as much as possible.

This didn't last long. In less than half a minute, Wang Yinjiang was beaten covered in blood, curled up like a dog, confused, and the corners of his mouth kept squeezing out bloody foam, letting out intermittent moans.

Liao Qiu reached out and grabbed Wang Yinjiang's thinning hair and lifted it high, revealing his fragile throat. He threw away the steel bar, which had been completely deformed, and pulled out the fighting knife hanging from his waist, the sharp blade resting on Wang Yinjiang's shoulder, clinging to the trachea.

When faced with the threat of death, his mind instantly became extremely clear. Wang Yinjiang, who was dying, pleaded and struggled in pain: "...... Please...... Don't ......"

The last sound completely ended as the blade severed the trachea.

Liao Qiu wiped the blood vigorously on Wang Yinjiang's convulsive corpse, turned his head to look at the two cooks who were tied together next to him and had fainted with fright, and asked, "Eldest sister, what should they do?" ”

"So be it! I can't do that much. ”

Zheng Xiaoyue apparently never considered the question of "what should other people do". She stepped over Wang Yinjiang's corpse with a cold expression and walked towards the half-open door, leaving a simple sentence.

"Some people are born to die, and some people die on their own. I only learned this today. ”

……

When sunlight appeared from the sky, and the heavy clouds were no longer black and became slightly transparent, Zheng Xiaoyue and Liao Qiu had already left the birth management camp and appeared in the treatment room of an abandoned hospital in the southeast of the city.

The birth management camp is definitely in chaos right now, and the whole city is in turmoil because of it. Outside, military vehicles and police were constantly passing through the streets, and heavily armed retainers were everywhere. Loudspeakers broadcast the warning again and again that "the whole city is in a state of emergency, and no one is allowed to go out". In the distance, sporadic gunfire was occasionally heard.

Wang Yinjiang is very accurate about his positioning, and he is at least right about one thing———— murderous corpses need people with management experience to help them control humans. And such a person is preferably a middle and high-ranking official left over from the old era.

These people know very well what it takes to control people's hearts and minds, and they are the best administrators. Sadly, officials died in large numbers at the time of the virus outbreak. It's easy to understand how this chaos is: the pampered seldom think about how to deal with natural crises. Their survival skills are low, and only those with the best of luck can survive until now.

The director of the birth management camp is considered a high-ranking official in the city. Wang Yinjiang's death set off a chain reaction. In a fit of rage, the murderous ruler issued a series of orders demanding that the subordinate army and the attached police intensify patrols and be sure to wipe out the rebel groups that were causing trouble and killing people.

By the way, the bomb that Liao Qiu had set up at the outpost outside the city was detonated, causing casualties among dozens of followers who arrived later.

Clamour, anger, and all retaliatory measures are useless. Because no one thought that the real purpose of Zheng Xiaoyue and Liao Qiu to create many incidents was the abandoned and unmanned hospital in the city.

According to the information and guidance obtained from the biological detector, Liao Qiu found the computer in the designated place in the room, turned it on, and entered the password.

Unlike all previous relic placements, instead of information about the location of the lockbox or anything like that, a floor plan pops up on the computer screen.

Zheng Xiaoyue and Liao Qiu stared at the screen for several minutes, and based on the text attached to the screen and the route they took to enter the hospital, they judged that this was the architectural drawings of the hospital.

A zigzag red line, starting from the room where they were currently located, stretching and turning, connected to the basement of the hospital. At the end, there is a striking red six-pointed star.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Liao Qiu looked at Zheng Xiaoyue suspiciously: "Eldest sister, why are the relics here different from other places?" Do you want to be in a different room? ”

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