After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

In the early morning, only one tenth of the lights in the entire city were still on.

Those street lights are like bright light chains, criss-crossing the city.

As the sky gets brighter, there are more lights, and there are migrant workers who get up early to commute.

In the secret room where Smith is located, the lights are always on no matter day or night.

Smith, who had been tortured to pieces, sat slumped on the recliner. He was even so childish that he wanted to hold his breath to prevent himself from suffocating to death, but his body's conditioned reflex simply did not allow it.

The door of the secret room was opened from the outside, and the person who had been watching him all night went out in shift.

Smith raised his head weakly, and when he saw Zhou Zheng, there was even a flash of panic in his eyes.

"Afraid of me?" Zhou Zheng said with a smile.

Smith was shaking all the time, and his mouth, which was taped, kept moaning.

Zhou Zheng glanced at his subordinates.

The men stepped forward and removed the tape from Smith's mouth.

The severe pain made Smith burst into tears. After calming down, he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Zheng and roared in English: "I have told you everything I know, why are you still refusing to let me go and torture me for so long? Please let me die and give me a happy life!"

Zhou Zheng took out a photo and pointed it at him: "Do you know this man? What is his name?"

Smith looked at the photo, his dim and red eyes froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Zhou Zheng.

"Know?" Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Smith licked his dry lips, thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "If I tell you, can you let me die? Can you kill me?!"

"No," a warm smile appeared on Zhou Zheng's lips, "Tell me, that's what you should do. If you don't tell me, you will suffer."

"Why are you so cruel? Why?" Smith looked at Zhou Zheng in horror, "Don't you have any conscience or humanity?"

Zhou Zheng wanted to laugh. A man who injected a terrible drug into an eighty-year-old man was actually talking to him about his conscience and humanity.

"Answer me," Zhou Zheng said calmly, "Who is this person and what is his name?"

Smith was trembling all over. He wanted to show off his strength and be stubborn, but he knew in his heart that he didn't have any leverage to negotiate with the other party.

After calming down, Smith said: "Although he is Chinese, I only know his English name. His name is Norman."

"Norman?"

"Yes, I don't know his Chinese name."

"Where in China is he from?"

Smith shook his head: "I don't know, we can't get too involved in each other's private matters."

"Really don't know?" Zhou Zheng said, "I will use some necessary means to let you remember."

"Kill me, I don't know!" Smith shouted in pain, "Norman is an elusive person. I know his name because we had a relationship with him. He went to the sheepfold to get medicine! I happened to be next to Mr. Miles, that’s all, too much, how dare I ask?!”

As he spoke, Smith suddenly paused and blinked.

Zhou Zhengdao: "Did you remember something?"

"It seems... yes," Smith fell into the memory, "Yes, yes! He is a private detective! I heard Mr. Miles mentioned that, yes, this Norman is a private detective!"

Zhou Zheng became interested and raised his eyebrows: "Detective?"

"Well! Yes, he is a detective, and he is an old detective. Maybe he was already a detective when he was in China. You might as well investigate based on this clue?" After speaking, Smith begged, "Now, can we let him I’m going to die. Can you stop torturing me? Please, let me die! Kill me!!!”

Zhou Zheng put away the photo, looked at Smith without any mercy, and turned to leave.