Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

Lu Junyan poured a cup of lemon tea, took a sip, and said thoughtfully, "Your guess is not unreasonable."

An Qi raised her eyebrows proudly, "I have read hundreds of mystery novels."

She is a loyal reader of Agatha, Conan Doyle, and Keigo Higashino.

In addition to designing, my favorite thing to do is to sit in front of the window, drink coffee and read mystery novels.

Lu Junyan scraped her nose, showing a look of endearment, "You do have a few more wrinkles in your brain than others."

An Qi chuckled, "Although I don't have an astonishingly high IQ like you, my IQ is also above ordinary people."

Lu Junyan smiled. The biggest advantage of this brain is its rich imagination.

The night gradually darkened.

Two bodyguards are on duty to guard the entrance of the VIP special care ward of Longcheng Hospital, and no one else is allowed to approach.

A woman dressed as a nurse came over pushing a cart.

"I'm going to do the last round today and take the patient's temperature."

The bodyguard opened the door and let her in.

"Lu Junyan" was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed tightly, seemingly still in a coma.

The woman took out a capsule containing cyanide and was about to feed it into his mouth. Unexpectedly, a pistol was pressed against the back of her head.

The bodyguard, wearing gloves, snatched the cyanide capsule from her hand.

One strike of the hand knife knocked her unconscious.

In the villa, Lu Junyan received a call from Kevin.

He raised his arms and put his arms around the shoulders of the woman next to him. His thin lips formed a sinister arc, "I'll show you an interesting video."

Picking up the remote control, he turned on the LCD TV on the wall.

Soon a high-definition video appeared.

live.

In a secret basement, a female killer was tied to a chair, flanked by two men wearing silver masks.

The man picked up a tiny poison pill, held the woman's chin with his fingers, pried open her mouth, and force-fed the poison pill inside.

Soon, the toxicity started. For a while, the whole body felt extremely itchy, as if countless ants were gnawing at the internal organs, and then there was a heart-piercing pain, as if it had been stabbed three thousand six hundred times.

The female killer twisted in pain, screamed, and moaned.

"I'm dying, I can't stand it!"

A sinister voice came from behind the silver mask, "Compared with this medicine or the god of death, which tastes better."

The female killer cried and begged for mercy. This was [-] times more uncomfortable than death. Life was worse than death.

"Please, give me the antidote. I can do anything you want."

"This medicine is called hell. One injection will allow you to experience all the tastes of the eighteen levels of hell."

The man said, opening a small box and taking out a syringe, "This antidote can detoxify both the death poison and the hell poison in your body. It needs to be injected once a month. If it is not injected for more than three days, it will be injected." It will be poisonous."

He inserted a needle into the woman's arm and injected the antidote.

Soon, the woman became quiet, and the excessive torture just now made her faint.

Lu Junyan turned off the video.

"Is it interesting?"

"Interesting." An Qi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's more exciting than a Hollywood movie."

This is called treating others with their own medicine. As long as "hell" is distributed, Ak's people will be controlled by Lu Junyan one by one.

After a moment of silence, An Qi also poured a cup of lemon tea.

"Unexpectedly, the AK even used cyanide. This time Xiaogang has to kill you. Most likely because he lost control of Xiaotian, which made him angry."

Lu Junyan stirred the lemon tea in the cup, and his expression became sharper.

"Xiaotian knows the poison that Xiaogang used. Don't you think it's weird?"

An Qi was shocked, "Could it be that Xiaotian actually made these poisons? Or maybe Xiaotian helped him make them."