The whole world is waiting for your heart

Gu Qinghe bent down and looked directly at the other party.

He Minjing knelt directly in front of her. Her original exquisite makeup was already blurred with tears. She had been forced to watch Liang Haoqun transform from a living person into a human-skin puppet. She really broke down and was about to go crazy. up.

She regretted endlessly, the fear of suffocation spontaneously felt for the first time in her life, which made her physically incontinent, and she couldn't imagine that one day she would be slaughtered by others.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to Yan Zhen, now I can kneel in front of her and apologize to her, as many times as I want, I can do whatever you want, please, I Please...please..." He Minjing's eyes were full of tears, she kowtowed and apologized in front of Gu Qinghe, she had already lost her dignity at this moment, she just wanted to live.

"I am willing to quit, take a break, and never appear in front of everyone again. I swear, I will never do anything to hurt Yan Zhen again. I can do anything. I just ask you to let me go. Really, I really... ..." He Minjing was crying, she was really afraid of the master in front of her, she had never been afraid of anyone, and it was the first time that she felt that hell was so close to her.

This person has no emotions.

"Miss He, I have never killed a woman." Gu Qinghe wiped the blood on his hands with a white cloth beside him.

When He Minjing heard the other party's words, she seemed to see hope for a moment. She folded her hands excitedly and wept with joy beyond words.

She knew it, she knew that God would redeem her, she kept praying, she was always so lucky, always like this, Liang Haoqun is to blame, she is not, as long as the person in front of her let her go, she will still enjoy the good life in the future , and even wait for an opportunity to take revenge on these people, especially that bitch Yan Zhen, she has plenty of time.

"...You mean, are you willing to let me go? I am willing to do anything. I was also forced by Liang Haoqun, and I was also forced. I didn't really want to hurt Yan Zhen. Liang Haoqun wanted her. I was forced, otherwise I would be beaten by him..." He Minjing cried and begged, and no one looked at her with pity.

Gu Qinghe squatted down slowly, with a slight smile on his cold face, it was the chill from Black Satan.

She gently wiped away the teardrops from the corners of the other party's eyes with paper, and said softly, "No, Miss He, you are wrong. Before I came here, I told myself that everyone here can't leave alive , so you should feel honored, you are the first woman killed by me."

He Minjing's tears stopped abruptly, she stared wide-eyed in horror at the smiling woman in front of her, she stood up straight in an instant.

"No—don't, I've begged you so much, why don't you let me go, I didn't offend you at all, I was forced, I was forced—!! Let me go!"

"Split her legs apart."

Following Gu Qinghe's order, Zeqin forcibly fixed him, pressed the sides of He Minjing's legs with his fingers, and stuffed the screaming He Minjing's mouth with his clothes.

Gu Qinghe restrained his smile, picked up the razor from the row of torture instruments, and cut off the other's hamstring without giving He Minjing any time to think.

"I heard that Ms. He came from a ballet family, but it's a pity that she can't dance ballet now."

As Gu Qinghe spoke slowly, the cold, anatomical cutting technique made her treat He Minjing like a dead body. She held He Minjing's face distorted by pain, and her expression suddenly became vicious.

"You dare to pull her hair like that. You know, I feel sorry for her even if she loses a hair. What right do you have to treat her like that?!"

He Minjing's eyes were already flooded with blood and tears, her body was constantly twitching, and the rupture of her hamstring caused her pampered body, which had never been injured before, to be in pain to the limit.

Gu Qinghe held the other person's face tightly, "You forced her to take off her clothes."

He Minjing's mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, and she cried and shook her head frantically.

"She is most afraid of the cold. You not only made her drenched in icy water, but also forced her to take off her clothes. Tell me, how should I repay you?"

Gu Qinghe gritted her teeth, raised her head slightly, and couldn't get rid of the scene of Yan Zhen being lonely and helpless tied to a chair surrounded by those scum in her mind.

She hated He Minjing's tearful face so much, she lifted He Minjing from behind, covered the other's eyes ruthlessly with one hand, and choked the other's neck very strongly with the other hand, so that he could not move.

"Shh, be quiet."

Following her unquestionable silence, she forcibly poked her finger into the opponent's eye socket, and the sticky sound of blood churning made the extremely silent basement seem particularly penetrating.

Blood kept gushing out from the trembling woman's eye sockets, forming terrifying bloodstains on the woman's pale face.

In the end, Gu Qinghe's hand forcibly pulled out the opponent's two eyeballs covered with thousands of nerve cords, and then the woman kneeling on the ground fell down like a lifeless dead soul, only her limbs were constantly convulsed and twitched. Proof that this person is not dead yet.

Gu Qinghe looked down at He Minjing, whose eyes were detained, the cloth in the other's mouth had been dyed red, and he could only let out a piercing sob in pain.

She threw those two fresh eyeballs to He Minjing's pet cat, she thought for a moment, and walked out of the room.

"Kill her."

"Yes."

"Wait a minute," Gu Qinghe turned his head, looked at Zeqin who raised his gun, and reminded, "Let her die slowly."

"As ordered."

Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone that fell to the ground began to ring.

Gu Qinghe picked up He Minjing's cell phone indifferently, she stared at the caller screen for a long time, then suddenly laughed softly, no one knew what she was thinking.

When Jia Zhaoyong drove to Liang Haoqun's mansion, he looked at everything in front of him in astonishment.

In the central hall, the marble floor was stained red with blood, and the blood hadn't dried completely yet.

And when he pushed open the door according to the room number sent by He Minjing, what he saw was a horrible scene that he could never accept in his life.

He didn't know if the disheveled woman was He Minjing, but he could only recognize her identity from her faintly discernible black dress.

She was lying on the wooden chair, without a piece of complete skin on her body, her eye sockets were completely black, and the surging flesh and blood could even be seen inside, and she leaned on the chair as if she had been stripped of her skin.

Lifeless.

Jia Zhaoyong looked at the scene facing the door in horror, covered his mouth that was about to vomit with both hands, and backed away in a panic.

He didn't notice the silent, death-like black figure behind him.

Those hands, like the god of death, quickly clasped the man's neck tightly from behind with thin wire. Jia Zhaoyong's eyes widened in fear, and he struggled desperately to escape from this bloody place.

Helpless, the other party did not give him any chance to survive. The fine barbed wire was tightly bound around his neck, and the sharp thorn pierced his ear pinna instantly. Blood flowed from his ears and eyes, and his hands were crushed The other party broke into a curved shape, and instantly heard the bones breaking and his heart-piercing cry for help.

"Ah-"

The man who cried out in pain couldn't see who was behind him who killed him, he could only be dragged back violently by the other party without any power to fight back.

The barbed wire dug deep into the flesh of his fragile neck.

"You... who are you..."

Jia Zhaoyong asked in fear. His throat was getting tighter and tighter due to the teeth of the barbed wire, and his breathing became more and more difficult. He begged in pain to remove the barbed wire around his neck with his disabled hands.

However, the god of death behind him was crueler than anyone else.

"Tell me what you can satisfy by betraying."

The cold and piercing voice slowly lingered in his ears, and Jia Zhaoyong finally saw the other person's face clearly.

He looked at the bloody woman in astonishment, and finally knelt on the ground pitifully, begging for forgiveness.

"I... I was just confused for a while, Xiaozhen"

Immediately after Jia Zhaoyong kicked him hard, he fell to the ground with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"You don't deserve to call her by name. You know the crimes of these people and you still want to push my Yanzhen into the abyss for that little greed. Do you know how sad she would be if she knew that someone close to her betrayed her? My Yanzhen is so kind, why should I be bullied by you bastards?! You are not worthy of being a human being."

Gu Qinghe picked up the rusty ax from the wall. She weighed it in her hand. She didn't know whether the ax Liang Haoqun was used for decoration or something else, but she knew that it was used for dismemberment.

Jia Zhaoyong's hand was stepped on the bottom of his feet by the woman in black. He twitched his body desperately in an attempt to escape the catastrophe, but his feet were tied to the pillars and he couldn't move, so he could only helplessly...watch this hell The woman who came here cut off her own arm.

"Ahhhh-!!!"

His arms fell to the ground without a trace of glued flesh one after another like this.

In the end the old man who had been begging for forgiveness until the end died, his limbs were all cut off, and he bled to death.The man originally came here thinking that he could see a grand perverted deformity-sex-love show, and the protagonist should be the female star he got along with day and night, but he didn't expect that he himself died in the black mansion where countless crimes were buried.

Gu Qinghe looked at the dead and silent house, and threw down the axe. Because of the force, the old handle split and the fine wooden thorns penetrated deeply into her fingers, but she couldn't feel it at all. It hurts.

She didn't want to look back, but silently walked out of the room step by step from the room where the dead people were piled up. She stood outside the room with her eyes blank, and the screaming in her ears seemed to have disappeared.

She looked down at her blood-stained hands, took out a cigarette and a lighter from her coat pocket, and lit them with trembling hands.

"everything is over."

Her tone was slow and heavy, and finally she stood under the eaves slumped, looking up at the moon that had just appeared. For a moment, there was only this gentle moon in her world.

She burst out laughing, smiling, hot tears fell from her eyes and dripped on her fingers.

***

"Is this a live photo?"

The old lady in the wheelchair picked up the bloody photos and stared at them, then looked up at the subordinates in front of her.

Uncle Qiu nodded respectfully, and reported truthfully, "The cleaning team inspected the scene, there were 54 people in total, none of them survived, and a boy was rescued. It is confirmed that he is Yan Zhen's assistant. He has been sent to the hospital for treatment and is in stable condition. "

"That child is considered brave, take good care of him," the old lady ordered.

Aunt Lan, who was standing by the side, lowered her eyelids, looking at the tragic state of the corpses in the photos, her expression didn't fluctuate in any way, "Death is more than a crime."

Listening to Aunt Lan's words, the old lady smiled softly, handed the stack of photos to the stove beside her, and burned it.

"It's just God's retribution. The death is not wronged. Let the other aftermath be handled by the second child. He is the best at this aspect. The cleanup team is also under his control now, so I won't ask."

After the old lady finished speaking, she looked up and looked outside the door again, with a worried expression on her face.

Aunt Lan saw her worry, and softly comforted her, "Are you worried about Qinghe?"

The old lady sighed, "I'm worried about the two of them, what's going on with Xiaozhen now."

"Doctor Zhang has already said that her body was originally infected with the wind and cold, coupled with the freezing water and skin trauma, she is still a little weak now, but it will not hurt the inside, and she will recover after a few days of conditioning. Aunt Lan followed Dr. Zhang's words and told the child that she went to the guest room to see the child this morning.

I personally took his pulse and wanted to confirm whether the other person was in good health, because he was still in a coma.Fortunately, the results of various inspections showed that it was normal and there was no serious problem.

Otherwise, that kid Qinghe might really go crazy.

She still remembered that in the early morning of that day, the roaring black car stopped at the door of her house, and when Gu Qinghe got out of the car, his face was covered, no, it was soaked in fresh blood, as if she had walked out of purgatory , she passed by her expressionlessly, with extreme chill and unrestrained murderous aura.

Under the instruction of the waiter at the door, Gu Qinghe walked up the stairs quietly, stopped at the door of the guest room where Yan Zhen was resting, and suddenly lowered his head.

She held on to the door tremblingly for a long time, and finally lowered her hand and did not open the door.

After waiting for everyone around her to retreat, she still stood there silently, like a static statue.

Who would cry in the middle of the night at three o'clock in the morning.

That cry was so sad.

Almost everyone in the family could hear Gu Qinghe's mournful cry, the granddaughter of Gu's parents who was always calm and rational to the extreme, because Yan Zhen had become an ordinary person.

Live for her, die for her.