The God[Quick Transmigration]

Biandu, "Night Color" dance hall, second floor.

The long-haired man wearing the devil's mask was leaning halfway against the fence, looking out of the glass at the place downstairs where the feasting and feasting seemed to be a world away.

The glass in the young man's hand swayed slightly, refracting the dazzling light, and the fingertips resting on the polygonal glass wall were as white as if they were transparent. If you don't look at the shocking mask, this young man It always gives people the illusion of being fragile.

- Judging people by their appearance is one of the most unreliable things in this world - especially when you are dealing with a chameleon who is completely different from the outside...

Lin Xiangcheng, who was standing aside, gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

At this moment, Liu Sheng suddenly raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass, closed the curtain, turned and walked to the table.

After pausing for a moment, he raised his eyes, his eyes were cold under the mask that could not see the expression: "What are you still standing here for?"

Lin Xiangcheng had an innocent face: "Huh?"

Liu Sheng raised her arm and pointed her fingertips at the downstairs covered by the curtain: "...the fish has already been hooked, you are still here, you mean to wait for me to continue training your team?"

Although he couldn't see the expression, Lin Xiangcheng couldn't even feel that the ice was about to fall out of his voice, so he turned around and went downstairs in response.

Facing the desolate silence of the room alone, Liu Sheng sighed lightly. He raised his hand to caress the ghost mask covering his face, and the conversation that had faded from his memory echoed in his ears again——

"Fan'er, you have to remember... As an intermediary, you can't have selfish/love, and you can't keep humanity..."

"Master... what is selfishness? What is human nature?"

"...Self/love and human nature, when you can get rid of them, you laugh when you want to cry, you don't look good when you are happy, you can be enemies when you meet relatives, you can kill those who are close without blinking... until finally you forget Whether it is joy or sorrow, relative or enemy..."

"Master, but what if Fan'er can't do it? Fan'er is afraid of pain and blood, how can he laugh when he wants to cry? If the brothers stand in front of Fan'er, how can Fan'er be an enemy? If—"

"Where are there so many 'ifs'?!"

"Master..."

"... Fan'er is obedient... the master lost his temper... the master is not a qualified intermediary, and the qualified intermediaries are all nameless and lonely, how can they teach students... The losers want to teach success, absurd... ..."

Liu Sheng looked at the person in the mirror. At some point, he unconsciously took off his mask, and that familiar yet unfamiliar face was staring at him with a smile that was not a smile...

"...Bancheng Lake with willows and flutes..." He stretched out his index finger, and slowly slid across the outline of the face in the mirror, then laughed silently, turned around and put on his mask, pushed the door and went downstairs——

His mask had been worn for so long that it was almost impossible to take it off.

It was the first floor that was in a state of turmoil, and following Liu Sheng's unhurried footsteps, it gradually quieted down.

Everyone watched Liu Sheng move to the middle of the field with more or less frightened eyes.

"……what happened?"

There was no emotion in his voice.

One of Lin Xiangcheng's subordinates took a few steps forward as if asking for credit: "Mr. Liu, this man was caught by me selling cigarettes in a dance hall just now - I caught him, but he didn't admit it -! "

The ferocious face of the evil ghost did not express anything, and turned sideways to the middle-aged man who was a bit vicissitudes: "Bian has the rules of Biandu. This long street is named Feng, and if the boss says something you can't see, then you can't see it.  … Take him down."

Lin Xiangcheng nodded, gave his subordinates a wink, and followed them personally to escort them to the back door.

Liu Sheng scanned the surroundings, frightened away a few people who wanted to get close, then turned and left.

It was night, and there was a knock on Liu Sheng's door.

After a while, the door opened, and the young man in a long nightgown loosened his dark hair, and the mask was still on his face.

Thinking of the huge gap between the front and back of the mask, Lin Xiangcheng felt speechless: "Yan, Yan Wang, that person refused to recruit, and even refused to admit that he knew Li Buwei. I used all the instruments of torture, and I didn’t dare to be too ruthless, for fear that everything I did before killing someone would be in vain..."

Lin Xiangcheng only cared about his own complaints, and didn't see the eyes under the mask of the man opposite him trembling slightly for a moment when he said "I have used all the instruments of torture". When Liu Sheng spoke, he had already returned to his normal state: "Lead the way, I gonna go see."

When he walked into the room where the middle-aged man was being tortured, he was greeted with a bloody smell, which made Liu Sheng's eyes slightly astringent.

It wasn't until a while later that he looked at the middle-aged man with many bloodstains on his body and asked, "...do you want to die?"

The middle-aged man who was suspended in mid-air paused, as if he wanted to look up to see the person who came, but there was a moment of silence in the room before someone responded: "Return to Mr. Liu, it has not happened."

Liu Sheng nodded, her brown eyes were like ancient wells: "If you don't want to die, you don't want to die. Even you who are afraid of death can't ask questions..."

The voice stopped here, but it was enough for several people in the room, including Lin Xiangcheng, to break out in white sweat.

It's just that Liu Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't pursue this matter any further. He just ordered someone to bring some special paper, and then untied the middle-aged man from the torture frame, hung him upside down on the torture chair, and then He rolled up his clothes, sat on another electric chair, let the paper soaked in the water be taken out with a calm look, and then pasted one by one on the face of the middle-aged man who was tilted upside down .

It was quiet at the beginning, but as the yellow papers were added one by one, the middle-aged man's legs and feet tied to the back of the chair were already twitching uncontrollably, and even the torture chair he knew very well was also painfully struggled by him. With a deviation from its original position, the mouth and nose completely covered by the yellow paper undulated violently, and the muffled sound of pain echoed low and deep in the room.

At this time, Lin Xiangcheng in the room saw Liu Sheng who was sitting there calmly, and then thought of that face so beautiful that people could ignore his gender, and felt a chill spread from his heart to his whole body.

Liu Sheng, Liu Yan Wang... Lin Xiangcheng thought to himself, but he really didn't feel sorry for the old saying "femme fatale".

Seeing that the man's struggle was a little weak, the person sitting on the electric chair waved his hand, and took the teacup handed up next to him: "Take it off, and use it later."

Someone in the room couldn't hold back a gasp.

Liu Sheng didn't even raise her eyes, neither serious nor serious: "Why, you want to try too?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

The middle-aged man who was hanging upside down on the chair looked pale.

"……continue."

Several people in the room glanced at each other, and after a while, two people came out with pale complexions.

——They all saw blood a lot, but they still couldn't help but feel chilled when they saw this King Liu Yan belittled a human life.

"I know what you're thinking."

Liu Sheng poured a cup of hot tea into her mouth without blinking, and with a cold smile in her exposed eyes, she swept across the people in the room, "Tomorrow, all the people in charge of criminal investigation will gather, and we will start from here."

His fingertips dropped and pointed at the middle-aged man: "Three times a day, after a month of practice..."

Facing the unbelievable gazes of everyone including Lin Xiangcheng, Liu Sheng lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "I have done it five times and set an example."

Lin Xiangcheng couldn't help taking a step forward: "Liu—"

"—don't make me say it a third time—go on."

Liu Sheng casually threw the teacup in her hand on the ground, blocking everyone's speech with a loud clatter.

"……enough."

Just when there was dead silence in the room, there was a helpless voice at the door, and a handsome man in a black collar collar appeared outside the door at some time, his dark eyes were soaked with coldness, and finally he sat on the electric chair On Liu Sheng: "...he is an old friend of mine, let him go, Sheng."

Liu Sheng paused, his eyes narrowed slightly: "..."

It was still Lin Xiangcheng who couldn't hold back, and looked anxiously at the silent two: "Boss, we only caught this after a few months of wiring, how can we let it go? I—"

"..."

Feng Qian glanced at him.

Lin Xiangcheng covered his mouth and stepped back.

Liu Sheng's eyes were full of emotions, but she didn't get up, she raised her chin and looked at Feng Gan disrespectfully: "...give me a reason."

"..."

Feng Gan stepped in and stopped beside the middle-aged man with his eyes tightly closed. He looked down at the middle-aged man, and his voice was calm: "...the old housekeeper of the Shen mansion, when I went to the Shen mansion Come on, he's still working as a teacher for the young master of the Shen family..."

At this moment, Liu Sheng's body suddenly froze.