"Mr. Gu?"
She yelled softly, and the entire huge villa was silent and no one responded.
Her voice was louder, "Gu Liushen!"
Still no one answered.
She curled her lips and rested for a while. After waiting for her strength to return, she struggled to get up from the ground and saw a mobile phone on the black frosted bedside table with a note on it.
She picked it up, and saw that the font on it had just entered strong, and the words almost penetrated the paper, "Mrs. Gu, I will go out and come back to eat with you at noon. Take a good rest and don't run around.-Mr. Gu, who loves you. "
This man...
It's really full of love words skills.
In the dim room, countless instruments of torture hung on the surrounding walls.
The leather whip with the barb, the dagger that cuts the iron like mud, and all kinds of weird, it looks like a creepy instrument of torture.
And those instruments of torture were all stained with a thick layer of dried blood, and the surface showed a dark brown.
Shen Lei cast his eyes down and stood by the side respectfully.
Gu Liushen sat in the center of the room, on the only seat with his legs overlapped, and his distinct fingers tapped his thighs. He has a crisp face, warm eyebrows, and a brown pullover lining him is more like a handsome young man walking in the sun, incompatible with the bloody room now.
But he just sat there so lightly, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly.
Near the wall is a three-dimensional cross. Above it, there is a bloody man with a languid spirit. His hands and feet are tied to the shelf. His head is drooping deeply, and he is desperately opening his mouth to breathe hard.
It's terrible, this man—
He ordered his men to slap him with a whip dipped in chili water, and the iron thorns of those barbs smashed the skin of his body without hurting his life. He kept howling miserably, but he couldn't get any one's heartfelt softness. Instead, he suffered even more painful torture.
That man is simply not human!
He got up slowly, took the jacket from his hands and put it on, then slowly put on a pair of plastic gloves.
Gu Liushen walked to the wall full of knives, his dark and deep eyes faintly swept over a knife with killing intent gleaming in the darkness, gently stretched out his hand, and picked out the length of an adult's palm, the blade as thin as a cicada's wing. Playing with his fingertips, his dagger, step by step, walked towards him in the eyes of Laihou, like Shura in the dark night.
"Ahhh!! Don't come over! Don't come over!!!" He began to struggle frantically, and the chains that imprison his hands were deeply embedded in the flesh, his pupils dilated without knowing it.
The tips of Shen Lei's ears moved slightly, his body stopped more and more, his head dropped lower.
The miserable howling in the ear is endless.
"Ah! Please, please... forgive me, or kill me with a single knife, please! Ah-"
"Oh, do you feel pain?"
He squeezed the dagger with his fingertips and slashed across his chest. The blade touched the cloth, and instantly spread to both sides, exposing a blood-stained chest.
He suddenly exerted strength, and the entire dagger was submerged into his shoulder blades. The accurate technique would not cost him his life, but it would cause him pain.
"what!!!"
"It's so beautiful—" He slowly raised his pale thin lips, and the murderous intent of the yin bird's eyes never disappeared, "Do you know what the first thought that came to my head after I learned that she was kidnapped? ?"
Laihou's eyes widened in horror, and she kept shrinking, trying to avoid his movements.