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"He will come, he will not come, he will come..."

Fu Ying dimly heard someone chanting scriptures in her ear, and there was something sticky and cool sliding across her face. He frowned, opened his eyes slowly, and his senses became clear because of his clear mind.

Fu Ying sniffed, looked at the person in front of her and asked, "Did you wipe my face with saliva? Why does it have such a strong smell?"

Zhong Xu looked at him expressionlessly: "Aren't you afraid of death if you still have the mind to joke around at this time?"

"If you want to kill me, I'm afraid it won't be of much use." Fu Ying tried to move her hands tied behind her back, feeling that Zhong Xu might have tied a knot, and it was tied a few more times, the possibility of breaking free almost zero.

Seeing his delicate movements, Zhong Xu wiped the dust from the floor and sat down opposite him, reminding him, "Don't try, you can't break free."

Fu Ying paused, looked at him and smiled: "It looks like you learned it on purpose?"

"No, just hit me casually." Zhong Xu hugged his white plastic bucket, looked at him with his face propped up and asked, "Why did you betray me, Fu Ying? I obviously didn't lose a penny from you, so how I treat you It can be considered kind. If you want to replace it with my uncle..."

"If it were your uncle, he might go in earlier than now."

Fu Ying interrupted him, and carefully took out the hidden blade from her sleeve to cut the rope that bound her, but still looked directly at Zhong Xu, and said softly: "I hate others threatening me the most. Your uncle's way of cooperating doesn't suit me."

"Really? He is actually a very good person, at least he is the last person in this world who really cares about me." Zhong Xu murmured, reaching out his hand to smear Fu Ying's face again, but he was stopped by Yang hid in the past.

Fu Ying stared at his fingers: "Is this gasoline?"

"Yes." Zhong Xu did not refute.

"Want to burn me and leave?" Fu Ying asked.

Zhong Xu shook his head: "No, I don't intend to leave, I know I can't escape very far even if I escape, why bother?"

He withdrew his finger and wiped it off on a towel beside him. Seeing the cosmetics and paint stained on it, Fu Ying raised her eyebrows and asked, "How did you find out?"

"Discovered?" Zhong Xu laughed, "I have been following Feng Qing today. After I found out that he was rescued, I just wanted to see who it was, but I didn't expect to find you. It was really a surprise."

Fu Ying: "It sounds like I'm more unlucky. I originally wanted to stay in a quiet place without being discovered, but it turned out to be convenient for you."

He looked at the gasoline barrel beside him and said, "Let's discuss, since you are going to be burned to death with me, why don't you go to another place. This community is full of old men and old ladies with bad legs. If it really catches fire, it will cause people to die." One piece is really a sin."

"I've been a sinner since I was born, and it doesn't matter if I have more sins on my body." Zhong Xu looked at him and smiled.

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "The main crime is also your father. If he can control himself, there won't be so many messy things now."

"Yes, it is indeed on him." Zhong Xu nodded, "Without him, my mother wouldn't just stand by the window and look at the door without doing anything every day, talking to herself like a lunatic, Ask him if he will come today or not."

The blade in his hand cut a rope, loosening the restraint a little, but he still couldn't pull his hand out.Fu Ying slowed down her breathing, looked at Zhong Xu who seemed to be lost in memory, and said softly: "But you killed him with your own hands, and you can count as venting your anger for your mother."

"Kill him?" Zhong Xu turned to look at Fu Ying before realizing what he meant.

"You said Zhong Hengzhong, he was angry with me and Zhong Qiu, and he didn't live long. I think he is uncomfortable, and sending him a journey to save him from suffering is considered my filial piety. I didn't waste all these years in vain. He took care of me."

Fu Ying glanced at the clock on the wall, and she was unconscious for about 10 minutes. If Chang Er and the others saw her text message, they should be almost here by now.

He stared at the gasoline barrel beside Zhong Xu, and felt that he had to find a way to get this thing away.

"Compared to Zhong Qiu, Zhong Hengzhong can be said to be a good father to you. I always thought that even if someone did something to him, it couldn't be you." Fu Ying looked at him and shook her head: "It's rare that I made a wrong judgment one day."

Zhong Xu sneered: "You have made too many mistakes in judgment."

He played with the gun in his hand, and said softly: "I didn't find that Zhong Qiu was watching you, I didn't find that he was pretending to be me to contact you, I didn't judge whether he really likes you or not... Fu Ying, you don't want to so smart."

"Really? Why do I think Zhong Qiu is too smart?" Fu Ying cut another rope, and there was a little more room for his hands to move, but he didn't pull them out in a hurry, but kept them tied posture.

Fu Ying smiled: "Then have you forgotten that without me, Zhong Qiu can't go in now..."

"He has already come out, but my uncle and I are about to be arrested." Zhong Xu said lightly, "A piece of fake evidence sent Zhong Qiu in, and real evidence sent me and my uncle in. These are all planned by you. right?"

Fu Ying looked at him: "You seem to be smarter."

"I didn't become smarter. One of my uncles heard about it when he was arrested, and then came to inform me." Zhong Xu touched his head: "How can I be qualified to be smarter than the two of you?" What about it? From the beginning to the end, it seems that you have been playing around with the two of you."

Fu Ying: "There's no need to say that."

"Then you don't need to delay any longer." Zhong Xu took Fu Ying's cell phone out of his pocket and shook it in front of him, then slammed it on the ground and said, "I have already called Zhong Qiu, and I told him, Trade his life for yours, and wait for him to come now."

He turned to look at Fu Ying and smiled: "Do you think he will come or not?"

"I don't care if he comes or not." Fu Ying clicked her tongue: "You think highly of me too much. Even if he comes, he will come with the police. When the time comes... oh, I forgot, you didn't Going to run."

Zhong Xu looked at the time and felt that it was almost time. He opened the lid of the plastic bucket and poured the gasoline inside on the furniture of the house.

Fu Ying saw it, and immediately said, "You have to think about one thing. If you really set fire, it would be an added crime. Why bother?"

"Crime? What crime?" Zhong Xu didn't stop his movements, he murmured: "If I die, if they want to convict me, they have to go to the Hall of Yama."

Fu Ying frowned: "Are you going to die with me?"

"That's not necessarily true. It depends on whether Zhong Qiu comes. If he comes, then I will die with him." Zhong Xu stopped his movements and turned to look at Fu Ying: "To be honest, I don't really want to be with you. You die together."

Fu Ying choked, thinking that this is really my honor, you are so noble as to die alone, wouldn't it be better to enjoy an independent urn?

"Then why do you want to die with Zhong Qiu?" Fu Ying speculated according to Zhong Xu's thinking, "It's because Zhong Qiu won you all his life, but in the end he died at your hands. There is a feeling of shame that he finally won once The pleasure? Or is it just because you want to pull an annoying person as a back?"

Zhong Xu paused, smiled and said nothing.

Fu Ying wanted to say something more, but there was already a knock on the door outside the house, he turned his head to look at the door before he could react, the gasoline in Zhong Xu's hand had already splashed on him.

The unpleasant smell and strange touch made Fu Ying tremble, Zhong Xu threw the bucket aside, dragged Fu Ying to sit down in front of the sofa, pointed a gun at his head, and shouted towards the door: "The key is in the milk crate by the door."

There was a ring outside the door for a while, then the lock was unlocked, and the somewhat old anti-theft door made a clicking sound. Zhong Qiu in a suit appeared at the door, with an abnormal blush on his face.

Fu Ying, who was sitting on the ground, looked at him, and said hello, "You're really here."

"Don't say such things." Zhong Qiu frowned and sniffed, looked around, looked at the furniture in the room that was drenched in gasoline, and asked softly, "So are you planning to burn me to death?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Yes, choking to death by inhaling thick smoke or being burned to death by fire are both very painful ways to die. You really hate me."

Zhong Xu leaned on the sofa and patted Fu Ying's face with a gun: "Zhong Qiu, every time you are flustered or scared, you talk a lot, and you can't help raising your eyebrows."

"Really?" Zhong Qiu laughed: "If your goal was to make me afraid or flustered, now your goal has been achieved."

Zhong Xu nodded: "I want to see you kneeling in front of me, begging me to let him go, rather than you being afraid and flustered."

Fu Ying's face was slapped twice by the gun. He frowned and looked at Zhong Qiu. Seeing that he was also staring at him, he immediately looked at his hand.

"As long as I kneel down, I can let Fu Ying go, that's too simple." Zhong Qiu laughed, but when he was about to kneel down, Zhong Xu stopped him.

"I, the trash you have always looked down upon, will you kneel if I ask you to kneel? Zhong Qiu, where's your dignity?"

Zhong Qiu looked at him: "Dignity is only useful when people are alive."

Fu Ying was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he was really going to kneel down, she felt anxious, the blade in her hand cut the third rope and also cut her finger, he hissed, and said: "Zhong Xu, you said wait Let me go when Zhong Qiu comes, now that he is here, you should let me go."

Zhong Xu smiled: "You leave, leaving Zhong Qiu alone, are you willing?"

He pointed the gun at Zhong Qiu, and said softly: "Why don't I kill him and set him on fire, the three of us might still be able to walk all the way to the underworld."

When Fu Ying saw that his gun was leaving her, she immediately broke free from the rope in her hand, grabbed his head and pressed it down.

"This is the world of the underworld, stop telling jokes about the underworld!"