January, Jiangcheng.

In a dark alley.

Looking at the embarrassed girl in the corner, the hand of the man in the wheelchair clenched little by little, he tried to restrain his almost manic emotions, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and asked in a low tone, "How." ”

Next to the man was a man in a black suit, and when he saw the girl, he immediately squatted in front of the girl to probe her breath.

It's a pity that the girl's body has long been stiff.

The man in the suit didn't dare to look back at the man's face, so he only swallowed: "Third master——。 ”

"Say."

The man only felt his chest get tighter and tighter, until he couldn't breathe, and he almost roared, asking for the obvious answer.

The man in the suit trembled his eyes, and replied in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Third master, Miss Song has been dead for a while, and her body has been stiff, and looking at the injuries on her body, I am afraid that she suffered a lot of torture before her death." ”

The man slowly closed his eyes, his lips were almost bleeding from his bite, he tilted his head slightly, trying to calm his inner anxiety and struggle, however, reality was like a heavy hammer, mercilessly hitting his broken body and soul again and again.

The man's sharp eyes opened violently, like a blade, full of haze and murderous aura.

"Check it out for me."

When the man's eyes looked at the girl on the ground again, the gloom and murderous aura swept away and turned into regret, regret, apology, and a little indescribable goodwill.

The man lowered his eyes and muttered self-deprecatingly: "After all, I am not worthy, and I am also the one who hurt you." ”

The man in the suit on the side didn't hear clearly, and said suspiciously: "Third master——。 ”

"I'll only give you three days."

……

The dimly lit basement was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

In the cage, there are three women and one man are hanging in the air with their hands tied, only the toes can touch the ground slightly, in the February sky, these four people are not half clothed, at this time they are not only shivering from the cold, but also used extremely cruel torture to take turns, the scene is even more miserable.

And the man in the wheelchair was just pushed into the dungeon when he was intercepted and cried by a woman hanging in the air, "Jiang Yucheng, what have I done, you have to do this to me, if you have the ability, you will kill me directly, and if my parents know, they will definitely not let you go." ”

The man called Jiang Yucheng snorted coldly and said, "Your parents? I don't have the heart to care about you at this time. ”

"What do you mean?" The woman hurriedly asked, and then shouted again, "What the hell did I do, Yucheng, I love you so much, I just love you, why do you do this to me." ”

"Because you've done something unforgivable." Jiang Yucheng replied coldly.

Before the woman could ask, she was interrupted by another woman hanging in the air on the side.

This woman had a face similar to that of the dead Miss Song, and at this time she hurriedly spoke: "Mr. Jiang, I shouldn't have offended you, with our family, I can't reach your side at all, do you recognize the wrong person, or-"

Before she could finish her words, the man in the suit behind Jiang Yucheng said in a somewhat resentful tone: "You know in your heart what you have done, I don't want to cheapen you if I don't kill you, but I naively thought that we would be mistaken." ”

After the words fell, after the man in the suit made a look, several men with torture instruments tortured the three women and one man again.

Looking at the four people who had been tortured in an inhuman form, Jiang Yucheng still felt unrelieved, and he said in a light tone: "These people are too noisy. ”

The man in the suit instantly understood what Jiang Yucheng meant, and immediately responded: "Yes, third master." ”

Jiang Yucheng's voice was extremely small, but in the closed basement, any small sound could be amplified several times, and after falling into the ears of these four people, their pupils instantly condensed, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their mouths said again and again: "Don't, don't, Jiang Yucheng, Jiang Yucheng, you can't treat me like this, can't ...... Yes. ”

Jiang Yucheng and a group of men in suits, after completely ignoring the pleas for help of these four people, tortured these four people again, and after a long scream, Jiang Yucheng finally relaxed his collapsed nerves and showed a long-lost smile.

What Jiang Yucheng didn't know was that Miss Song, that is, Song Shiwei's soul, had been by his side since he found the body.

It's not that Song Shiwei wants to follow, but after seeing Jiang Yucheng last time, her soul can't leave Jiang Yucheng's range of 3 meters.

So in the past half a month, she has seen Jiang Yucheng's every move.

To be honest, Jiang Yucheng would do this, she is not surprised.

Before she met Jiang Yucheng, Jiang Yucheng was almost in a vegetative state, and he could only lie in bed every day and couldn't move at all, although he didn't use a ventilator, he could only eat liquid food and couldn't speak.

The biggest difference between him and a vegetative person is that a vegetative person has no thoughts, while he, with clear thoughts, can only watch himself live in the world like a wasted person.

But it was when Jiang Yucheng had no hope for life at all that Song Shiwei appeared.

Song Shiwei used the medical skills that her grandmother taught her in private to treat Jiang Yucheng-

The effect is obvious, at least now the person can sit in a wheelchair, and the upper body is also in a state of self-movement, as long as the treatment continues, it is only a matter of time before you want to stand up.

But now, the hope of standing up has been destroyed by these four people themselves, and no one can accept it.

So Jiang Yucheng would deal with them, and Song Shiwei didn't feel strange at all.

Even if the means are cruel -

It's just that, even if that's the case, there's no need for these people to be tortured like she was before she died.

Even though she had turned into a spirit at this moment, she couldn't help but think crankily when she was floating in mid-air, "Should it be, should it not be ......." ”

Song Shiwei rubbed her head, and then immediately said: "No, no, even if it is to treat him, we are not very familiar with it, it shouldn't be." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yucheng, who had been pushed out three meters away by the man in the suit, immediately 'summoned' her spirit body, Song Shiwei followed him resignedly, and the guess just now was completely forgotten by her.

After enduring such torture for several days in a row, ordinary bodies couldn't bear it at all, and in just a few days, these four people lost their lives one after another.

But Jiang Yucheng still felt angry, and then launched a series of revenge actions against these people's families.

Looking at those who had mutilated her, all of them died miserably, no matter how deep the resentment was, she finally dissipated this evil breath, just when Song Shiwei felt that her spirit body was getting lighter and lighter, a huge suction force tore and pulled her spirit body, and then it seemed to be crumpled into a leather ball, and it was thrown into the distance, and with a "bang", it fell to the ground.