Tian Shengli is dead.
According to the police investigation, it should have been drunk and drank the pesticide as alcohol.
The thread seems to be broken here.
But Chuzheng found a feather from Tian Shengli before the police came.
Black feathers, Chuzheng can be said to be very familiar.
Sanmeng that dog thing!
Chuzheng called the person who took Sang Meng away.
"Miss Chuzheng? Sang Meng? Ah... She was taken away by our professor. I don't know... Is there any contact information for the professor? Wait... I'll look for it."
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All kinds of pipes are spread on the ground, and there are instruments around the room, with different data and lines beating on them.
A huge transparent glass jar stands in the middle of the room.
A person curled up inside the glass jar.
Limbs and head, with various tubes inserted, staring at somewhere with a pale face.
This person is Sang Meng.
After she was taken to the laboratory, she went through various tortures.
It is still brought here by that so-called professor.
In the room, there is another person, with his back to Sang Meng, doing something on the computer.
Sang Meng propped her body up and sat up, and the equipment in the room suddenly sounded an alarm.
The professor turned back and warned her, "You don't move."
The professor walked over to the glass jar and looked at her up and down as if looking at a commodity.
"When can you tell me what I want to know?"
A sneer appeared on Sang Meng's pale face.
"How did I do what I asked you to do?"
"Don't worry, I have done everything according to your request."
"I won't tell you until the result." Sang Meng said, "Otherwise, even if you kill me, I won't tell you."
The professor's face was a little bad.
"Okay, I'll wait."
The professor snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Sang Meng's sinister eyes stared at the professor's back.
The professor walked to the door and suddenly came back backwards, his hands slowly raised.
Sang Meng was blocked by the professor and could not see there.
But intuition tells her that someone is coming...
"Chu... Miss Chuzheng." The professor looked nervously at the gun in Chuzheng's hand: "If you have something to say, be careful."
"boom-"
"what!"
The professor fell to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing.
Sang Meng saw the girl standing at the door.
Her complexion was as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pool, and she walked in step by step, like a king who came back to the world from the abyss.
"What did I warn you about?" Chu Zheng walked up to the professor and looked down at him condescendingly.
You dare to attack a good person, you don't think the dog has a long life, right
The professor clutched his legs and shrank back in horror.
The words of this girl's warning are still in my ears.
At first, he did keep his promise with her, but with his research and Sang Meng's bewitchment, he forgot about this promise.
He wanted to get more information from Sang Meng.
So agree with Sang Meng's proposal...
"Chuzheng!" Sang Meng slammed into the glass jar with some strength, and the glass jar made a dull sound.
She clenched her fists with both hands, her face against the glass was slightly twisted, and her eyes were full of resentment and hatred.
"How do you know it was me?"
"I don't know." Chu Zheng looked at her with a calm tone as if to say about today's weather: "I'm just here to try my luck."
After all, the black mist she saw had only been seen here in Sang Meng.
As it turns out, her luck is not bad.
As soon as I arrived, I heard the conversation between Sang Meng and the professor.
Although there is no explanation, it is not difficult to guess.
Sang Meng suddenly calmed down, and she sat back in the glass jar.
"Let me guess, you came here... Did something happen to your Chu Wu?"
"Haha, I won't let him die, don't worry, I will let him torture you."
Without Chuzheng asking, Sang Meng said it happily.
"The darkness in his heart will be magnified infinitely, and no one can save him unless... you kill him."
"But are you willing to kill him?"
Sang Meng smiled viciously.
"You can't bear it, right? So... you can only torture each other."
"Even if you don't kill him, he will fall into a more terrifying situation because of those negative emotions, and finally..."
Sang Meng opened her hands and silently made a 'bang' mouth.
She laughed wildly.
She is a fallen angel, and what she is best at is how to completely release the darkness and desires of human beings.
"I have a hard time, don't think about it, hahaha!"
There was only Sang Meng's abrupt laughter in the room, which was sharp and piercing.
After a long while, the laughter stopped, Sang Meng clenched her fists and slammed against the glass, roaring furiously.
"Why aren't you afraid? What are you doing looking at me like that? You should be afraid! You should beg me!!"
Sang Meng seemed to see the picture of Chuzheng kneeling on the ground begging her, and she felt relieved for a while.
"You are dreaming." Chuzheng interrupted Sang Meng's fantasy indifferently.
Sang Meng thumped the glass angrily, the tube on her body was shaken open by her, blood splashed on the glass, and her hand patted one bloody handprint one by one.
"Then just watch him die! Hahaha!!"
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Chuzheng walked out of the building, the sky was drizzling, and the fog could not see far.
Someone came over with an umbrella to block the rain.
"Miss Chuzheng..."
Chuzheng wiped the blood from her fingers with a clean handkerchief. She took the umbrella, and the handkerchief slipped between her fingers. In the rain, she fell to the ground and was stepped on by someone.
The person who handed the umbrella couldn't help shivering as he watched Chuzheng's retreating back.
this girl...
too frightening.
When Chuzheng returned home, the room was dark, Chuzheng did not turn on the light, and went directly to the bedroom.
"Baby?"
Chu Wu's hoarse voice sounded.
Snapped.
The bedroom lights were turned on, revealing the person on the bed.
Chu Wutong blushed and looked at her with a pale face.
"Baby, what are you tying me for?"
When he woke up, he found himself bound.
No one answered him no matter what he called.
If it wasn't for the room he was familiar with, Chu Wu would probably feel that he was kidnapped.
"You don't remember what you did?"
Chu Wu had a vague impression.
"I think... Fubao is injured, I want to clean it up, but... "
Chu Wu's face became even paler.
He looked at Chuzheng a little helplessly: "I..."
Seeing the blood on Fu Bao's body, he seemed to be bewitched.
"Fu Bao..."
"It's fine."
Chuzheng sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and brushed his hair, and after a while, placed it on the top of his head and gently rubbed it twice.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Chu Zheng reassured him a few words, but Chu Wu's face didn't improve at all.
"Baby, let me go..." Chu Wu looked at her pleadingly.
"No, you're not good." Let go of you, what if you chop me up with a knife when you fall asleep in the middle of the night
Chuzheng bowed his head and kissed him: "Are you hungry?"
"You… you let me go first."
"No." Chuzheng covered him with a quilt: "I'll go get you something to eat."
Chu Wu: "!!!"
Chu Wu must be hungry, Chu Zheng hasn't come back after so long outside.
His hands and feet were tied, and Chuzheng took something to feed him.
Chu Wu also didn't want to have trouble with his stomach, and ate obediently.