Doomsday: Beauty is strong and miserable, she is glowing and crazy at the same time

Meng Mian heard the deeper meaning of this sentence and was not afraid. There were many people who wanted to send him to death, and he had never heard any curses.

"You can send me away if you want. Anyway, if I die, what you want to know is gone."

"That's okay." Shan Xunxing agreed happily, "How do you want to die? How about experiencing what those girls went through one by one?"

She asked sincerely, and there was no sense of alienation caused by her usual cold face. She seriously gave him advice and discussed which way to die. Compared to her previous appearance, she was a bit strangely calm.

"Feeling their suffering will also be an unforgettable experience for you."

"Okay, then do it." Meng Mian broke the jar and threw it. Anyway, he was already like this, what could she do to herself.

White steam emitted from the thick alloy walls, and the temperature in the interrogation room gradually rose.

Shan Xunxing remembered that while running around, there was a girl who was severely scalded by him with scalding boiling water. She died of shock at the age of sixteen. She could still recall the heartbroken look of her parents.

"Actually, for you, you can only feel half of these experiences. Even if I try all the methods, you still won't be able to empathize."

The monitor was blurred by water mist, and she paused the increase in temperature. Before Meng Mian could ask why, he listened to her slowly talking again.

“Because their parents never gave up, even if they passed away, they still have unique love, and there are people who will always remember them.

You like to see their family members crying and crying in despair, but when you die, you will only be regretted that you wasted thirty years raising a waste and failed to achieve your goal. "

Shan Xunxing adjusted the angles of several cameras in the prison room. The special insulating material wrapped the coils together. The black instrument with red light swung. The coils twisted weirdly, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

The red dots flashed and flashed. Through these lenses, Meng Mian knew that many people were watching him at this moment.

"You appreciate the destruction of other people's homes and show your carefully chosen illusion to outsiders. Now I want you to experience it. There are 9 cameras here. I will not do any processing. I will only show you your current appearance for everyone to appreciate."

Meng Mian remained silent, passing through this small instrument, and behind it were faces one after another. Could they be discussing how to execute him, or whispering to his embarrassed look.

In a small room of less than ten square meters, 9 cameras monitor all directions, rotating their angles, and behind each one are countless pairs of eyes.

Meng Mian felt a little uncomfortable. He had been in the dark for a long time and didn't like being noticed.

Thinking that Shan Xunxing could see his ugly appearance, but he couldn't, he licked his lips that were sticky with moisture, but what came out was a faint smell of rust.

It turned out that Shan Xunxing's face was still bleeding, with criss-cross wounds. He didn't know how terrifying his face was now.

Shan Xunxing didn't give him a chance to distract himself. Physical casualties or mental escape could not threaten Meng Mian.

She said as if taking a step back: "I thought you would panic or say something furious to me."

Meng Mian still looked at ease. The steam dissipated and many large water droplets slid down the wall.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but everything reflected was red, and he licked his lips frequently.

"Is this the only level of torture you can use? Come on, show off the energy you had when you wanted to take revenge on me, and you would do anything as long as you can achieve your goal."

He deliberately told Shan Xunxing that even though he couldn't see her face, he wanted to reveal her scars.

Her attitude was casual: "You have always maintained your rationality. Is this a necessary course for those of you who are bent on reaching higher places? You are rational, stable, and will not lose control of your emotions. In this regard, you and Liang Tingzhu are somewhat similar."

"I don't think so." Meng Mian didn't like this sentence and retorted.

"That's what I said wrong. It's not like you. You don't lose control of your emotions because you are too cautious. You must always leave a way out. You just surround Liang and get the right to do whatever you want under his instructions."

"Isn't this good? I can do whatever I want, and you will always be helpless to me."

"But I prefer the freedom to do whatever I don't want to do. Like Liang Tingzhu, you can refuse or resist Liang Xing, but you can't.

Your calmness is because you are cowardly and you have no choice, and his calmness is because you are sober, so you are right to say that it doesn't look like it, because you will never be able to defeat him, and a fake that you can't learn will be fake. "

Fake, fake, these four words made Meng Mian's breath stagnant after he had just adjusted. His Adam's apple moved, and he restrained his tense expression. His subtle movements did not escape Shan Xunxing's eyes.

I thought I just didn't like Liang Tingzhu, but I didn't expect him to care so much?

She took a sip of water, turned off her microphone, turned around and said to Liang Tingzhu, "I didn't expect that you could become someone else's psychological shadow. What have you done?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I felt hostility when I first met him when I was a teenager. I didn't understand it at that time. I didn't understand why he was so concerned with me as a minor. But I found out about those things two years later. It was probably because of jealousy. Or envy me.”

Liang Tingzhu sat on the chair behind her, looked at Meng Mian who had been silent on the screen, and turned on the microphone in front of her.

"You have to know that in the eyes of many people, I was reincarnated into the Liang family because of my good deeds in my previous life. All my successes give people the illusion that if their identities were reversed, he could do better than me."

When they were young, Liang Xing ignored him and Jin Fei, and there were many open and covert attacks. But when he grew up, Liang Xing regarded him as a threat and wished that his other sons would suddenly become successful and torment him to death.

He lives a better life than 99% of the people in this world only if he has this life.

"You don't have a brother who wants to kill you, and you don't have a father with a human face and a beast heart. And I have to guard against even a wishful fool like you. Why do you envy me?"

"How could I envy you? It's ridiculous!" He laughed. When he laughed, he felt that the nerves in his forehead were tight and he had a nervous headache.

"Then why are you excited?" Shan Xunxing asked.

Meng Mian's inner defenses fluctuated. Compared with the changing relationship between him and Shan Xunxing, the shock of being reduced from a superior to a prisoner, and the fact that he was jealous of Liang Tingzhu was exposed, which broke his defenses even more.

Qi Mingzhuo, who had been listening in, ignored the constant nonsense in the headset and let Shan Xunxing lead the interrogation.

He suddenly said: "I have an example, and the situation should be similar to his."

Before he spoke, Shan Xunxing turned off the microphone again. Meng Mian couldn't hear the sound, and his uneasy speculation would make him even more nervous.