Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

The people waiting in the front hall opened their eyes wide, watching in disbelief that this famous gentleman came out of the interrogation room with a dirty child whose face could not be seen clearly.

The thin little boy seemed restless in his arms, and his slender waist twisted uncomfortably before being held down gently and irresistibly by Moran.

He does look like he's had a pretty horrible experience.

A pair of slender legs exposed from under the shorts had two bruises printed on them, as if they were knocked out by kneeling.Jiang Chi was originally pale, and any traces were extremely conspicuous. Compared with the surrounding intact skin, it was even more arousing imagination.

Unexpectedly, the serious-looking Chief Brett would play such a big game.

Jiang Chi pretended to be pitiful and leaned in Moran's arms, watching the excitement was no big deal, and listening to the policeman who was flaunting his might to him just now, angrily arguing with his own official.

He was so fascinated by the corner of the wall that he didn't realize that there was a sticky and cold gaze staring at him firmly behind him like a snake.

"Jack Davis! Why are you standing still, open the door to our respected Lord Moran!" The familiar fat police officer stretched his neck and roared, which scared Jiang Chi back to his senses immediately.

He carefully buried it in Moran's collar soaked in the faint scent of white tea flowers, and then secretly glanced in the direction of the movement.

It was the skinny policeman who followed the fat policeman to record the scene of Liv's death that day.He looked less than 30 years old, with brown curly hair and fine freckles on his rather handsome face.He always arched his neck and looked like he was used to being called around.

The fat policeman yelled so angrily, and he hastily lowered his whitishly washed police cap and ran to push open the closed door.

The overly blazing sun shone on Jiang Chi's eyelids, and he rubbed them uncomfortably, avoiding the sun.

Mo Lan seemed to sense something, and stretched out a hand with a velvet glove to gently rest on Jiang Chi's face.

The blind beauty who looked like a small animal immediately rubbed its cheek against the velvet cloth very affectionately: "Sir, thank you for coming."

"If you don't come, I will definitely be regarded as a murderer!"

He whispered in the man's ear, and there was a light and seductive fragrance when he breathed out.

"My husband is so kind to me, but I can't do anything for him."

The warm and soft flesh covered the windbreaker with metal buttons, and the white arms that were brighter than the moonlight wrapped around the man's neck intimately.

The neck is the most vulnerable part of a person. Just a little force can easily break a person's cervical spine.

A qualified killer would not let anyone have a chance to touch his neck.

But Jiang Chi, he is just a delicate, dodder-like beauty.If he has no strong branches for him to climb, he can only wither and sink into a darker place.

"I'd do anything for sir."

He obviously couldn't see it, but there was a layer of clear tear film in those watery eyes.Every word and every word is very precious, as if she really gave everything for the man.

This is really a little blind man who is easily moved. As long as he gives a little favor, he is willing to give himself completely, his fragrant flesh/body and clean soul.

Moran lowered his eyes, the young man's delicate flesh was so close to him, as long as he lowered his head, he could bite the fragrant suet-like snow-white body.

Want to eat him.

A gentle smile like spring breeze overflowed from the man's lips: "My good boy, you don't need to do anything."

He took Jiang Chi back to his residence.

Jiang Chi was surprised to find that there were many busy servants in the horror movie-like castle. The maid in a long skirt stepped forward and took the windbreaker that the master took off with light movements.

He held Jiang Chi's hand in his, and he listened blankly to the commotion in the house.

The maid didn't seem surprised at all that the master suddenly brought a little boy back, and instead gave Jiang Chi a cup of steaming milk with a smile.

The most difficult thing for Jiang Chi to refuse was the gentle and gentle elder sister, who drank the milky white liquid in the cup in a daze.

"Sir, I..." He seemed obviously not used to being served by others, he stepped on the instep of the other foot with one foot awkwardly, looking uneasy standing.

Moran leaned over and lifted his chin, and said softly, "As long as Xiao Chi thinks about it, you can live here forever."

"Forever?" Jiang Chi looked at the man in a daze, and clenched his fingers uneasily.

The man's eyes that seemed to contain a deep vortex stared at the young man who didn't know that he was in a tiger's mouth with a subtle smile that people couldn't understand: "Of course."

He didn't know when he stood behind Jiang Chi, leaned over and wrapped the thin young man into his arms: "Xiao Chi can become another owner of the manor if he wants."

For Jiang Chi, a lower-class poor man who could only make a living by selling his flesh, this was an honor like a dream.But cold sweat broke out on the young Guangjie's forehead.

"Sir." His voice was trembling, "I don't..."

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, and that animal-like tact once again reminded him that the seemingly irresistible temptation in front of him was nothing but a sugar-coated trap.

If you agree to him easily, it will be beyond redemption.

The man saw the boy's shivering, lowered his head and gently held the boy's thin shoulders.Jiang Chisheng was so thin that Moran could easily hold his shoulder with just one hand.

"Didn't you just say that you would give everything for me?"

"Is Xiao Chi a bad boy who can lie?"

The man's tone was still gentle enough to drown someone, but Jiang Chi could hear a creepy chill from it.

He felt like Little Red Riding Hood in a fairy tale, and Grandma Wolf would tear off her disguise at any moment and swallow Little Red Riding Hood.

"First, sir." Jiang Chi explained stumblingly, with a thin layer of red at the end of his eyes, "I just think, how can such a lowly person like me be the owner of the manor."

"I don't deserve it, sir."

His voice is soft and soft, so soft that it makes people breathless.

"It would be great if I could be by Mr.'s side."

As expected, the man's face softened a little, and he thought carefully that Jiang Chi might be scared by that uneducated policeman today, so he comforted Jiang Chi in a warm voice, and then asked the maid to take Jiang Chi to the room to rest.

"Give me the whole manor as soon as I sleep." Jiang Chi muttered to the system, "The boss of your game is really innocent."

"..." The system pondered whether to tell this little unlucky bastard that he was not sleeping at all.

In the end, it could only say: "This must be a trap set by the boss, don't trust him."

Jiang Chi snorted triumphantly: "Of course I know, I wouldn't agree to him."

They passed by the huge oil painting hanging in the corridor again. The handsome young man in the portrait seemed to have a faint blackness on his face.

Jiang Chi secretly rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was dazzled.

He raised his eyes again and found that it was a normal oil painting.

The corridors of the old castle are deep and long, and the candles in the wall lamps on both sides are flickering, and when you look up, you can only see a darkness where you can't see your fingers.

"Tap, tap, tap"

The maid's high heels stepped on the ground, making regular sounds.

Jiang Chi felt a little weird.

Animals have always been extremely sensitive to danger.

He asked the system suspiciously: "Do you think this sister looks a little strange?"

The woman looked much taller than a thin child like Jiang Chi who was suspected of being stunted, her waist was stiff and straight, and her steps moved forward clumsily.

Jiang Chi couldn't see the maid's face clearly, and when he looked up, he could only see the woman's meticulously combed dark brown bun.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Jiang Chi looked blankly at the figure of the woman leading the way.

In the entire corridor, apart from the sound of footsteps, there was only the sound of faint breathing.

A tall and a short figure was projected on the wall by the candlelight, like a ghostly figure with extremely disharmonious body proportions.

The woman didn't notice the restless young man behind her. She walked forward with a fluttering candle, and the distance of each step seemed to be set. She bent her knees and landed heavily on the ground. On the ground, there was a sluggish sound, which echoed in the narrow corridor.

The surroundings were so quiet that Jiang Chi could only hear his own breathing.

He seemed to finally know what was wrong.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting a strand of golden long hair exposed from the woman's bun.

Jiang Chi stopped in his tracks.

A brass key fell from his palm to the ground.

The woman froze until her lifeless steps stopped.

Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and the voice floating in the air exhausted all his strength to suppress the trembling: "Sister, I lost my key."

"I can't see it, can you find it for me?"

The maid didn't say a word from the beginning until now, Jiang Chi looked at her figure hidden in the darkness and felt that the hairs all over his body were going to stand on end.

One of his hands was hidden in his pocket, holding a cold and hard object.

After a few long seconds of silence on the spot, the woman finally turned her face away slowly with her neck that seemed stiff.

Jiang Chi's scalp was about to explode.

The delicately drawn beautiful face of Liv Terry, who had long since died, was raising the corners of her scarlet lips to Jiang Chi, and she smiled in a shrill voice, "Of course."

The joints of her whole body seemed to be controlled by some invisible thin threads, she bent down with great effort, and then fumbled for the brass key lost by the careless little master on the ground.

The blood in Jiang Chi's whole body seemed to turn cold.

He didn't know how Liv's body would appear here, the woman's cold fingers touched his bare ankle, which startled him.

The dagger hidden in his pocket almost cut his own palm first.

This sharp letter opener had been slipped into Officer Bright's pocket before he left.

——Who said my wife is a fool and a beauty!It's all a game of infernal affairs

——Smart wife was kissed to death by me!