However, although he and Lin Mu fell into the hands of the Zheng family, the painting is still there. I believe that with such a strong stubbornness of the Zheng family, if they don't see the paintings, they may not dare to do anything to them.

Sure enough, when Zheng Huang snatched the gun from the thug's hand and pointed it at Lao Lin, the old lady's voice sounded: How many times have you said, don't use a knife or a gun, is there all paste in your head?

Zheng Huang's old face turned red, and the muzzle of the gun naturally drooped. With a "bang", he dropped the gun on the table and said no more. Zheng Xuan looked tired and indifferent. Only Mother Zheng, with her face facing the wall and her back to Lin Mu and Lao Lin, didn't know what she was thinking.

"Take it to the water prison!" Zheng Huang instructed.

The people below moved with all their hands and feet. The two men in black walked up to Zheng Qimin and grabbed Lin Mu's arm. Zheng Qimin let go of her hand at this time, but her face was still expressionless, like a robot, or a humanoid doll controlled by someone.

When Lin Mu was escorted out, he glanced back at his scarred father and shouted "Dad" in his heart, but unfortunately Lao Lin couldn't hear it. Then Lin Mu was pushed and taken out of the room.

This so-called water dungeon was supposed to be a basement under the surface of the sea. It was dark and damp inside, without any furniture or furnishings, only a door and very small vents, and it was impossible to escape. Lin Mu waited for a long time, but Lao Lin was not brought here.

It seems that it is impossible for the Zheng family to let their father and son meet again, but because the treasure is not there, there should be no danger in coming to Lao Lin in the short term.

Lin Mu put his mind at ease, only then did he feel that the place where Zheng Qimin had been touched was painful, and he wanted to reach out and rub it, but he couldn't reach it. This kind of circular feedback, the more he wants to knead, the more he can't reach it, the more he wants to knead, and he is anxious. But there is no way to alleviate it other than to be able to sit on the wet ground.

The floor of the dungeon was wet, and it was clear that the designers had not given much thought to preventing seawater infiltration, and the wet ground was particularly uncomfortable to sit on, and the trees were walking around in it in annoyance, and the sound of the waves could be faintly heard coming from the vents.

"I'm just a little wave." Lin Mu thought dejectedly. It doesn't last long, it doesn't shake the world, and it doesn't disappear anytime soon. However, the life that belongs to the waves lies in the ups and downs of the tide, and each one is. Lin Mu's heart was still two voices fighting, disagreeing with each other.

The feeling of pain is really amazing, under the effect of time, the brain slowly also produces a passive defense mechanism, and this pain gradually becomes numb, not as strong as at the beginning. However, as the supply of fresh air was cut off, oxygen was gradually insufficient, and the trees slowly became sleepy, and finally fell asleep in this dark and damp water prison.

I don't know when, suddenly the door of the water dungeon opened, and a man in black flashed in. He woke up Lin Mu, who was stunned and didn't remember where he was.

The man didn't say a word, but pulled him up and shoved him towards the door.

The trees were hungry and thirsty, and they were sour and sour. He reluctantly took a few steps, stumbled and almost fell. Only then did I think of what happened to me in the first half of the night, and my heart couldn't help but feel heavy again.

Where are you going to take me? Don't leave it in the sea to feed the fish! He could not afford any more crankiness, and the man had already taken him to a reef by the sea.

"Let's go, there's a boat in the back."

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Mu couldn't help but be stunned.