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When Song Yuzhi woke up from the darkness, the pain all over his body reminded him that he was still alive, and he struggled to sort out a trace of consciousness from the chaotic consciousness, and the obvious pain in the forehead made him frown.

He raised his hand to touch the sore spot, and unexpectedly, a kind person put a thin piece of gauze on him, and felt the uneven and hideous scar underneath. The wound should have been stitched up, and the bleeding had stopped, but most of the blood had coagulated on the spot. On his face, I don't know what kind of miserable face he has now, if Jiang Xun sees it, will he feel sorry for him.

Thinking of Jiang Xun, Song Yuzhi was completely awake, and began to try to regain the feeling of numbness in his body.

He knew that his hands were handcuffed, and the simple action of raising his hand to check the injury was very uncomfortable. Fortunately, other parts of his body were not restrained. When he wanted to sit up, his forehead suddenly hit the iron plate , he soon realized why the person who tied him didn't completely deprive him of his freedom. It seemed that his current situation was much more troublesome than being tied up.

He tried to measure the size of the space with his body. The left and right width was about ten centimeters wider than his body, and he could touch the top wall by raising his hand. He couldn't straighten his arm, but could only bend it at about [-] degrees. He tilted his head slightly It will withstand it, but there is some spare space on the soles of the feet, but I don't know what to put there, and it bumps into the inner wall with a light touch, causing disturbing echoes.

It seemed that he was sealed in an iron box. The iron plate was of good quality, and at most he could only make a dent with his bare hands. It was a dream to break free from it.

When the senses recovered and the tinnitus gradually subsided, he heard a sound of "呵呵" coming from the bottom of his feet. He hooked the thing and took it in his hand, and found that it was a can The flow rate of the oxygen contained in the nozzle is calculated to ensure that he will not suffocate to death in this iron coffin. Judging from the sound, three or four bottles should have bottomed out.

At this time, his stomach growled inappropriately, and the hunger made him feel deeply weak. Judging from this situation, he had slept for at least two days.

He groped himself again and confirmed that apart from the injury on his head, there were no other serious injuries, and everything that could communicate, such as mobile phones and earphones, was confiscated, of course, including when he returned to the city bureau The police gun specially approved by Gao Jin, the only thing he had in his pocket before was the handcuffs, and they were handcuffed to his own wrists.

He couldn't help wondering, if the wound on his head was disfigured, would that person still want him... After thinking about it, he was almost dead, and whether he could go out was another matter, but he was thinking about it.

He has no suspense about whether he can get out of this ghost box alive. Since the other party put an oxygen cylinder in this coffin, he definitely didn't intend to let him die in it, but if he miscalculated the gas emission or couldn't transfer him in time , All kinds of accidents may kill him.

He knew the limits of the human body, and even if the other party planned to let him leave this ghostly place later, and he happened to be lucky enough to hold his breath, he might not be able to break free, and it would be difficult to regain his advantage.

This group of people is vicious and vicious, and they are well versed in various methods to subdue people. Song Yuzhi has to admit that no matter it is this way of deceiving the world or the other party has other goals, the results are very successful, and there may be unexpected gains.

...He felt that under the darkness and dead silence, his spirit was about to collapse.

"Don't leave me... I'm scared, please don't let me go, take me with you."

He heard the boy who lived in the depths of his heart say so.

——That was my former self.

But now, that cool and strong hand is not by his side.

Will he still see him...

I didn't know how long I had been asleep in a drowsy state, when a loud noise broke the silence.

Song Yuzhi woke up suddenly. When he heard the rustling sound of digging above his body, he knew it was time. He firmly pressed against the inner wall of the iron box, so as not to hurt him when people outside moved. When the person lifted up, he heard someone whispering outside.

"Sure enough, the elder brother is thoughtful. It is not reliable to lock people up anywhere. If the police find out, the brothers will inevitably drink a pot along with them."

"Fortunately, those idiots didn't expect that this guy had already been buried in the ground and became a dead person. I'll send him away later, and bury him in a small ditch with no one there. Let's wait until it turns into a fossil in 100 years before being discovered by people!"

The two men lifted the iron box up with a smile, and then stopped after a jolt. Listening to the ear-piercing collision sound that made people's heads buzz, Song Yuzhi could only block it with his handcuffed hands helplessly. Cover the ear closest to the sound source.

When the surroundings finally calmed down, he heard someone order something, and the two laborers took the money and ran away, leaving the unidentified man pacing outside the iron box.

Suddenly, a medical hose protruded from the light-transmitting gap above his head, and a transparent liquid flowed out of it. He heard the man say, "Drink, you've been locked up underground for so long, if you're not hungry, you should be thirsty." , drink some glucose and replenish your energy."

Under such circumstances, Song Yuzhi would never believe anything the other party offered, let alone let in something that might be dangerous. He didn't drink or respond, and just waited for the other party's next move.

After being locked in the dark for too long, the light outside was quite dazzling to him. He tried to look out through the gap, but was dazzled by the bright white light.

"If you don't drink now, you won't have a chance later. I think although they won't let you starve to death, they certainly won't be kind enough to treat you well... Why is this child so stubborn? He's exactly the same as Xiao Xun , annoying."

Speaking of Jiang Punishment, Song Yuzhi finally couldn't help knocking on the iron box. If his throat was not so dry, he would have been speechless. He really wanted to ask how the man was doing now.

The people outside sighed, "Why bother yourself? If you let him come obediently back then, it would be fine. If it was him, you wouldn't encounter these things. I clearly reminded you at the beginning, even if you did this, you just If you can be the bait to lure him into the bait and protect him for a while, do you still expect to protect him for the rest of your life?"

Song Yuzhi tilted his head irritably, not wanting to listen to his nonsense anymore, a weak voice came out of his hoarse throat: "Let me out."

"It's not up to me to decide whether you will stay or not, young man, so please yourself."

The man patted the outer wall of the iron box and left, and soon someone else took over, lifted the iron box and started walking.

The ups and downs made Song Yu feel that his whole body was going to be shaken apart, and the oxygen in the tank became thinner, making it difficult for him to breathe. Excessive inhalation of carbon dioxide made him dizzy, nauseated and weak, so he had to get close to the gap. Trying to breathe the meager amount of fresh air that flows in.

The moment the lid of the box was opened, he felt that his soul had returned to his place. He sat up abruptly, raised his handcuffed hands to cover his eyes, and covered a shadow. Fortunately, the light in the room was dim so that he would not be stabbed. s eyes.

He took a rough look, and he could see an abandoned factory nearby. The rusty motors, broken window panes, and walls gave people a feeling of the late 80s, let alone Yanxi City, and even the surrounding There are no such old-fashioned buildings in the suburbs. It seems that he must have been taken away from Yanxi in the past two days.

The group of idle people who didn't seem to be easy to mess with pointed at him, but there was only one person who didn't fit in with him. He squinted his eyes and saw the man who was busy with his back in the distance. Judging from the respectful attitude people treat him, this man should be their leader.

Song Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to stand up while leaning on the side of the box. I don't know which action of his made the group of people sensitive. The two thugs closest to him immediately clamored to come up and hold him down. Before he could break free, he seemed to be out of the way The man turned around and suddenly shot twice with "bang bang", killing the two people who attacked him. The bullet marks were right between the eyebrows.

"I said before that without my permission, you are not allowed to touch him casually. If you want to use your shady methods on him, don't worry about it. It's not your turn to use him as a test subject."

"boss……"

The man waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to speak too much. When he got closer, Song Yuzhi realized that the man's eyes were exactly the same as those in the photo that Pei Qian risked his life to extract. Anyone who saw these demonic and frightening ghost eyes would be shocked .

However, he quickly regained his composure, and his calm eyes met the man's strange pupils.

The man leaned down and looked at him with a half-smile, "People will always reject those who look different from themselves. The root cause is the fear of the unknown. In modern society, people often hide this strange feeling." In the bottom of my heart, it is really unfriendly for a direct person like me not to say it out loud or to show it boldly."

"If you're upset, you can shoot yourself in the head. Although you can't control others, at least you can decide your own life."

"No wonder you and Jiang Pun get along so well, you two are a match made in heaven."

"We don't need others to point fingers at our affairs. Let me take your words as good intentions. Thank you for your compliment."

Bai Lishu grabbed his jaws, making Song Yuzhi, who was already powerless to resist because of hunger, frowned. This man was so brutal, he really didn't dare to think about what happened between him and Jiang Xun on the day the police hospital exploded. what happened.

"This mouth is really good at talking. If I send your tongue to Jiang Xun, will he become angry and come to save you regardless of his own safety?"

Song Yuzhi looked at him indifferently, and said with a sneer, "Probably, he will be sad for a while."

Bailishu looked at him suspiciously.

"Without his tongue, how can he still flirt while kissing? He will suffer for a long time."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Bailishu let go of him, took a few steps back, and looked at him from a safe distance, "You are his lover, and if you can get his approval, you must have someone who is as good as him, even Stronger than him, I dare not let my guard down on you, until now, my ribs that were broken by him are still hurting."

"That's what you deserve, who asked you to provoke him."

"After three days of hunger, you can still speak so forcefully. I should admire you for not knowing the heights of the sky and the earth." Bai Lishu leaned down, supported the edge of the metal box with both hands, and took a closer look at Song Yuzhi.

When he met Jiang Xun last time, he also approached him similarly. The man rejected him out of disgust and backed away almost immediately, but Song Yuzhi's reaction was completely opposite to his. Not only was he not panicked, he was even surprised Fleeting.

In his opinion, Jiang Xun's disgust, anger, and uncontrollable fear are the reactions that normal people should have, while Song Yuzhi is obviously a little... flat.

His reaction was so bland, it could even be called abnormal indifference, as if...

It was as if he had seen something scarier than this.

"You just have a pair of devil's eyes, but there is a devil living in my heart."

Looking at his calm and unwavering eyes, Bailishu was a little touched. He knew that Song Yuzhi and him were actually the same kind of person in essence. This kind of sense of belonging that he had never had before, gave him a sense of belonging to the same kind. An indescribable joy and throbbing.

There seemed to be a strange light flickering in those blood-colored eyes. Before he fell into an abnormal frenzy and spoke, Song Yuzhi refused bluntly: "I don't desire power."

"Then you really haven't pursued it." Bailishu pursed his lips regretfully, put his hands in his trouser pockets, sat on the edge of the box and looked at Song Yuzhi, "I used to be a special soldier, and I used to be a sniper in the world-renowned mercenary regiment. With generous rewards in hand, I am famous for my eyesight and marksmanship. I also set a record of 2.3 kilometers to hit the target, second only to the 2.4 kilometers of the British Special Air Service in Afghanistan. In the eyes of many people, I am already a god-like existence. But for me, this is not enough, I have been pursuing the improvement of strength, I need to constantly surpass myself, to prove that I am a real strong."

Song Yuzhi turned his head slightly to avoid staring at him, "So you want to take advantage of the medicine?"

"Athletes can take stimulants in order to win a gold medal, so those of us who are on the verge of life and death, under the threat of the death sickle, why should we not take drugs for our own lives?"

"This is not the same thing as what I said at all, don't confuse the concept."

Bailishu sneered and said, "It seems that you are also a person who pays attention to the process. I am different, and I care more about the result." He moved closer to Song Yuzhi, almost touching that person's expressionless face, and blew at him , "If at first I just wanted to make a deal with Liang Minghua and use you as bait, now, I hope you can become my companion."

He retreated a few steps to open the distance between Song Yuzhi and Song Yuzhi. The latter felt that the situation was not good, and shot at the same time, intending to hook the other party's neck to stop him.

This is a very dangerous move. It is obviously unwise to take the initiative when you know that the strength of the opponent is very different, but Song Yuzhi knows very well that after Baili Shu withdraws, his subordinates will definitely swarm him up and restrain him. He had been hungry for three days, and he almost lost the strength to walk. If he didn't take the risk this time, he would lose his last chance to escape.

Probably Bailishu didn't expect him to have the strength to stand up, he was stunned for a moment and then realized, Song Yuzhi thought that he didn't care about gentlemen and villains when life and death were at stake, thinking of Bailishu just leaned over to protect his ribs It was obvious that the injury was still not healed, so he lifted his leg and kicked it.

The man hid very quickly, drew his gun and held the barrel of the gun at the same time, and smashed his head with the butt of the gun. He did not want to seriously injure him. Song Yuzhi understood it and saw Baili Shu's next swing With a knife in his hand, he retreated and leaned back, intending to attack his lower body again.

Although the group of people around had guns in their hands, none of them dared to move. They were not so confident in their marksmanship that they dared to make random gestures at the people who were fighting with the boss. The adventure repeatedly approached Bailishu.

However, compared to the other party's injuries, it is obvious that his lack of physical strength is more serious. He knew that he would not be able to survive the next move if he was exhausted like this, so he could only grit his teeth and take a gamble. When Li Shu was defending, he hit the opponent's temple with a side kick with his knee. Only in this way could he temporarily gain the upper hand.

Only then did Song Yuzhi really realize how hard Jiang Xun, who had recuperated these days because of his physical weakness, had to work so hard when fighting this well-trained and experienced mercenary with bare hands, in order to be able to draw with him.

During the fight, Song Yuzhi was sure that he saw Bailishu's eyes floating down, at least for a moment, he was hesitant to believe this action.

Just now, Bailishu found out that this man's moves seemed not fatal, but they were all aimed at the important joints of his body. He didn't feel anything when he was beaten, but now he felt a faint pain. Let's fight him Absolutely at a disadvantage, he has no reason to be bullied on his own territory.

Thinking of this, he hooked his finger on the trigger guard, turned the direction of the gun, and aimed at Song Yuzhi's thigh to shoot.

But one second before he pulled the trigger, the deafening gunfire sounded, echoing in the empty factory building.

Song Yuzhi, who was shot in the shoulder, let out a muffled grunt, and had to stop his movements. Blood gushed out from the cracks of his fingers covering the wound. He hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time.

Hungry and bleeding, the dizzy Song Yuzhi was about to collapse, but Bailishu gave him a hand in time, and pushed him towards his subordinates before he could stand still.

Before fainting, Song Yuzhi ignored the obstruction of other people, and insisted on looking back at the person who betrayed him, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

When he fell down, Bailishu shook off the blood on his arm, and used his saber to dig out the bullet that had passed through Song Yuzhi's body and scratched his flesh with his saber.

"I never share partners and utensils with anyone, and you get his blood on my wound, this is the last chance I'll give you, the next time you shoot a bullet, you'll stick it in your head inside."

Liang Minghua put away his gun, and walked slowly in front of him. There were guards standing in front of Bailishu, but when Liang Minghua reached out his hand, he took a step back in fright.

"What do I want?"

Bailishu didn't reply, at this time a person walked slowly outside the factory building, looked at the mess on the ground with a smile, raised his hand and shot the guy's head.

The hot blood splashed Liang Minghua's face immediately, and he wiped off the stain with a handkerchief without changing his face, and repeated: "Where is the thing I want?"

The man gave a sly smile, "Why, you surnamed Liang, you can't tell the difference between east, west, and north when you see your apprentice-in-law, don't you remember who you are? Back then when you knelt in front of the boss and begged him to forgive you... Like a dog, after eating meat and bones for a few years, he turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone, can't even wag his tail?"

"I'll say it one last time, give it to me."

"Caso."

Baili Shu called out, and the man pointed his gun at Liang Minghua's head, took out a metal box with a good texture from his arms, and handed it to Baili Shu.

He weighed it in his hand, his devilish eyes were full of ruthlessness, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I've changed my mind, none of us are qualified to own it, the real priceless treasure should be chosen by oneself its fate."

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~