Li Sirui asked himself, not a person whose emotions are so easy to get out of control.

From Xiao Li, a rookie in the workplace, to Lao Li, a capable person in the workplace, to today's boss Li, Mr. Li.

Over the years, he considered himself to be well-educated. In the early years, it was occasionally out of the royal family's performance needs. Out of the limit of bargaining with customers. will play an angry crown, will be heartbroken, and will behave insincerely.

But since he became the boss of Mr. Li, not to mention that Taishan collapsed in front and his face did not change, at least his joy and anger were not good.

All of Mr. Li's self-cultivation and principles were smashed today. The strongest heart that I was proud of was simply a glass bottle placed casually in a pile of rubble. A breeze is enough to break bones.

But he didn't want to admit defeat like this, and it was not his Li Sirui character to admit defeat easily. He wants to fight back, he wants to turn defeat into victory, and he wants to seize the initiative.

The man on the other side was as consistent as water, and there was an expressionless face hidden behind the smoke.

"You haven't eaten in over a day, do you really not want to take a bite?"

With that, he pointed to the disposable lunch box next to him. There was not even a frustrated tone in the tone to express doubt. There was no emotion, no peace, not even the expression on his face.

Li Sirui didn't answer him, and looked at his legs, which were still tied up.

The hands were free, but the two ropes of the leggings passed through the legs of the stool and were wrapped around the waist for an extra loop. Then they were all pulled behind them and tied to the steel window lattice.

Sitting under the buttocks is an old office chair left over from the relocation of this abandoned factory. The same is true for the one sitting opposite.

The evening light was too dim, and it was probably dark outside. This abandoned office on the third floor is presumably the former factory's finance office. Obviously, there is a north-facing window facing the city expressway outside the window, and it is also equipped with steel anti-theft window lattices.

It is estimated that the factory owner is not safe enough, or has had a safety accident. Even the embedded anti-theft steel bars were not removed, and another brick was built directly on the original window sill. Seal all the windows.

At first, the door was open, and in order to prove to Li Sirui that he couldn't bring in any rescuers when he cut his throat. On the other side, Li Sirui even let Li Sirui howl for a long time, and there was a large number of various greetings with extremely high maternal content in the middle.

This man is really well-cultivated, if that's too much. Except for the dominant psychological position that comes with the reversal of the roles of hunter and prey.

Li Sirui asked himself, on an equal footing, he couldn't put pressure on the other party in terms of momentum. At least you can't easily let the other party feel your own psychological pressure. At this moment, he looks far more unfazed than Li Sirui.

Even if Li Sirui was angry and sprayed feces at him. He is still calm and relaxed, not the kind of leisurely stroll, with a spring breeze on his face.

It is in the face of Li Sirui's crazy output in words. still stares at everything, the insults have passed, and the kind of calm and relaxed that does not touch the leaves.

After a confrontation, Li Sirui didn't have a temper at all.

It soon became so dark that they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly, and the abandoned factory seemed to be leaking in all directions.

He took the two discarded plywood panels from the side of the suitcase, and casually threw them at Li Sirui's feet. Take out two candles that seem to have been prepared long ago and light them on the plywood.

Then he dragged a crooked and tattered office chair from the outside office, sat down by the door, and closed the door. The travel bag with the candles out of the side pocket looked bulging and casually dropped at your feet.

And the oversized suitcase that contained the one that Li Siri had bumped all the way to. It was empty at the moment, and it was casually thrown into another corner.

The oxygen cylinder was tossed aside, and only the rope was taken out as it was and continued to tie up Lisley's feet and waist.

Hands are not cut backwards and tied behind their backs like they are in the box. Li Sirui was not grateful for this, and he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

Across from him, he was digging out the bulging travel bag at his feet.

The light in the room was so dim that Li Sirui had to stare at the flickering candlelight with wide eyes and struggle to watch every move on the other side.

The first thing I took out when I opened my travel bag was a large coffee mug from a chain coffee shop.

Li Sirui thought to himself that when I was angry at you, you opened your travel bag and got me a boxed lunch, what is the situation now?

Do you know that my mouth is dry and I have a cup of coffee to refresh myself?

Thinking so in my heart, my mouth opened completely involuntarily: What did you put in that cup?

"This is honey water mixed with naloxone hydrochloride, just in case it gives you a hangover." The tone on the other side was still not emotional, and he squatted to respond, which sounded a little urn-like.

The second thing that was taken out was actually a few wooden squares, each of which looked to be thirty or forty centimeters long.

His hand had already reached in again and was ready to continue digging, and Li Sirui in the chair was a little depressed in an instant. The tone was lazy and said: Brother, you give me the rice, and bring the honey water. I was really hungry.

The hand that was still in the bag paused, and the third thing went out of the bag along his hand. It was a rope that was several sizes thinner than the one tied to Li Sirui's body. It glowed white in the candlelight, like a poisonous snake and an arrogant letter.

"How did you get me in?" Li Sirui is holding a disposable lunch box, and although the pig's feet in the lunch box are stewed enough, they are also delicious enough. But it's all cold, and it's salty and greasy in your mouth.

He asked indistinctly as he chewed on a piece of meat roll that had been picked out of his rice. He pointed with his chopsticks to the suitcase in the corner.

The man opposite silently picked up the white towel that was originally stuffed in his mouth from Li Sirui's feet, which was a very ordinary white towel for hotels.

It's just that the edge of the towel is embroidered with a few words that are very conspicuous: Samowe Hotel. When he turned around with a towel, he said four words dryly: freight elevator.

Li Sirui lowered his head and continued vaguely:

That's not what it means, I know that freight elevators have monitoring dead ends. I mean...... You get the idea...... You know how much I drink...... I haven't broken so easily before...

"That's because you're poisonous." There wasn't much to talk to each other from beginning to end, and now he turned around and stuffed the towel into his travel bag casually.

Then he took out a cigarette from his arms, lit one himself, and handed the cigarette case and lighter to Li Sirui.

Li Sirui's hand holding the disposable coffee cup froze at his mouth, and he took a sip just now. The honey water is indeed very sweet, really sweet to the heart. But the indescribable sweetness of the last moment has become indescribable bitterness at this moment.

Not only is it bitter, at this moment he simply knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart. It's not to drink, it's not to drink.

On the other side, he looked at his face with a calm face, unpredictable and uncertain. The hand that handed the smoke and fire moved a little closer.

Li Sirui calculated wildly in his heart, my hands can move freely. If I pull his hand with all my might now, and then ...... Again...... And finally......