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Tian Shengli died.

According to police investigation, he should have drunk the pesticide as alcohol after being drunk.

The clue seems to be broken here.

But Chuzheng found a feather from Tian Shengli before the police arrived.

The black feathers can be said to be very familiar to Chu Zheng.

That piece of shit Sang Meng!

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...the professor's contact information? Wait...let me find it."

-

Various tubes are laid on the ground, and the room is surrounded by instruments with different data and lines beating on them.

A huge transparent glass jar stands in the middle of the room.

There is a person curled up inside the glass jar.

Various tubes were inserted into the limbs and head, and he was staring at something with a pale face.

This person is none other than Sang Meng.

After being taken to the laboratory, she underwent various tortures.

Now he is brought here by that so-called professor.

There was another person in the room, with his back to Sang Meng, operating something on the computer.

Sang Meng sat up with his body propped up, and the equipment in the room suddenly sounded an alarm.

The professor turned around and warned her: "Don't move."

The professor walked up to the glass jar and looked at her up and down as if looking at a product.

"When can you tell me what I want to know?"

A sneer appeared on Sang Meng's pale face.

"How did you do what I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, I've done everything you asked for."

"I won't tell you until the result." Sang Meng said, "Otherwise, even if you kill me, I won't tell you."

The professor looked a little sad.

"Okay, I'll wait."

The professor snorted coldly, tossed his sleeves and left.

Sang Meng stared at the professor's back with vicious eyes.

The professor walked to the door and suddenly walked back. He slowly raised his hands.

Sang Meng was blocked by the professor and could not see over there.

But her intuition told her that someone was coming...

"Chu...Ms. Chuzheng." The professor looked nervously at the gun in Chuzheng's hand: "If you have something to say, be careful of misfire."

"boom--"

"ah!"

The professor fell to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing.

Sang Meng saw the girl standing at the door.

Her face was as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pool, and she walked in step by step, as if a king had returned to the world from the abyss.

"What did I warn you?" Chuzheng walked up to the professor and looked down at him condescendingly.

How dare you attack a good guy? You don't want to live a long life, right?

The professor covered his legs and shrank back in fear.

The girl's warning was still fresh in my ears.

At first, he did keep his agreement with her, but as he researched and Sang Meng was bewitched, he forgot about this agreement.

He wanted to get more information from Sang Meng.

So I agree with Sang Meng’s proposal...

"Chu Zheng!" Sang Meng hit the glass jar with the strength she didn't know where, and the glass jar made a dull sound.

She clenched her hands into fists, her face against the glass was slightly distorted, and her eyes were filled with resentment and hatred.

"How do you know it was me?"

"I don't know." Chuzheng looked at her and said in a calm tone, as if talking about today's weather: "I'm just here to try my luck."

After all, the black mist she saw had only been seen here by Sang Meng.

As it turns out, she was pretty lucky.

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 sat back in the glass jar.

"Let me guess, you came here...is something happened to your Chu Wu?"

"Haha, I won't let him die. Don't worry, I will let him torture you."

Sang Meng said it happily without Chuzheng asking.

"The darkness deep in his heart will be infinitely magnified, 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 his hands and silently made a 'bang' sound.

She laughed maniacally.

She is a fallen angel, and what she is best at is how to completely release the darkness and desires in human beings' hearts.

"I'm not having a good time, so you can't have a good time either, hahaha!"

The only sound in the room was Sang Meng's sudden laughter, which was sharp and harsh.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and Sang Meng clenched his fists and punched the glass, roaring angrily.

"Why aren't you scared? Why are you looking at me like that? You should be scared! You should beg me!!"

Sang Meng seemed to see Chuzheng kneeling on the ground begging her, and felt happy in her heart.

"You're dreaming." Chuzheng interrupted Sang Meng's fantasy indifferently.

Sang Meng beat the glass angrily, and the tube on her body was blown open by her. Blood spattered on the glass, and her hands left bloody fingerprints one after another.

"Then just watch him die! Hahaha!!"

-

When Chu Zheng walked out of the building, it was drizzling and it was so foggy that she couldn't 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 from between her fingers. In the rain, it fell to the ground and was stepped on.

The man who handed him the umbrella couldn't help but shudder as he looked at Chu Zheng's retreating back.

This girl...

terrible.

When Chuzheng returned home, the room was dark. Chuzheng didn't turn on the light and went straight to the bedroom.

"Baby?"

Chu Wu's hoarse voice sounded.

Snapped.

The bedroom light turns on, revealing the person on the bed.

Chu Wu looked at her with red eyes and a pale face.

"Baby, why are you tying me up?"

When he woke up, he found that he was tied up.

No matter how he called, no one responded to him.

If he weren't still in a familiar room, Chu Wu would probably feel like he was kidnapped.

"You don't remember what you did?"

Chu Wu had a vague impression.

"I think... Fu Bao is injured. I want to clean its wound, but..."

Chu Wu's face turned even paler.

He looked at Chu Zheng at a loss: "I..."

Seeing the blood on Fu Bao's body, he seemed to be bewitched.

"Fubao..."

"It's okay."

Chuzheng sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and brushed his hair, and after a moment, put it on the top of his head and rubbed it twice.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chu Zheng comforted him with a few words, but Chu Wu's expression did not improve at all.

"Baby, let me go..." Chu Wu looked at her pleadingly.

"No, you're not good." Let me go. What if you chop me up with a knife in the middle of the night when I'm asleep?

Chuzheng lowered her head and kissed him: "Are you hungry?"

"You...let me go first."

"No." Chuzheng covered him with a quilt: "I'll get you something to eat."

Chu Wu: "!!!"

Chu Wu must be hungry, Chu Zheng was out for so long and didn't come back.

His hands and feet were tied, and Chuzheng fed him something.

Chu Wu didn't want to have trouble with his stomach and ate obediently.