worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

His hands were tied and fixed behind his back, his feet were also tied with ropes, his face was pressed against the cold ground, and he could almost feel the sticky dust.

Song Ci tried to struggle, but the rope was tied so tightly that it almost strangled into his flesh.

This place is very dark, the light is very dim, like thick ink.

I don't know what time it is.

It took a while for Song Ci to realize that it wasn't that the surrounding light was too dark, but that his eyes were covered with black tape, and it was just because he had gotten used to it for too long.

Without the eyes, there is no sense of direction and can only be distinguished by other organs.

But it was quiet here, and there was no sound.

The taste was nothing special either.

Song Ci decided not to do useless work anymore, he no longer struggled and wasted energy.

He began to think about countermeasures.

His cell phone is gone, and there is no way to contact other people, and there is no way for others to locate him.

The whole building is full of Rao Chuan's people, even so, Wang Siruo's people can easily break through the defense line and enter the door of his room?

Nothing will happen to Rao Chuan, right?

Song Ci felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, pattering footsteps approached, and the owner of the footsteps finally stopped in front of Song Ci.

Immediately, the man bent down, put his hand on the edge of the tape around Song Ci's eyes, and tore it vigorously.

The skin was roughly pulled by the tape, and there was a tearing pain.

Song Ci gasped, and after getting used to it for a while, he tried to open his eyes.

There was a person squatting in front of him, her hair was tied up neatly, her face without makeup was fresh and soft, she was wearing a tight gray short coat with a pair of black trousers underneath, her whole body The temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Like a soft lamb, she finally shed her hypocritical skin and revealed her true face.

It turned out that she had been a vicious wolf from beginning to end.

"Your face is so pretty." Wang Siruo brushed Song Ci's brows with his fingers, and smiled, "I always cherish beautiful things, and I will start with your face later."

Song Ci gritted his teeth and said, "You lunatic!"

"Am I crazy?" Wang Siruo tilted her head, her beautiful face was clearly outlined by the light of the big incandescent lamp above her head, like a painting, she seemed to feel a little strange, "Crazy Isn't the person who belonged to your original owner's mother?"

Song Ci's eyes suddenly changed: "Are you also qualified to mention her?"

"Why am I not qualified?" Wang Siruo smiled again, the corners of her lips curled up in joy, "To tell you the truth, the identity of my daughter, Wang Chun, is a fake, and I tried my best to pretend to be just to get close to you." of."

"As for why I chose you—" Wang Siruo paused, and smiled even more happily, "Why don't you guess?"

In Song Ci's mind, the first time he saw her in the hospital, Wang Siruo hid behind Wang Chun, submissive and cautious, and after Wang Chun finished swearing, he turned back very apologetically and said sorry to him.

And later, the amulet she gave him pushed him away under the crystal lamp...

It turned out that it was all an illusion.

They were all pretending to lie to him.

Song Ci closed his eyes, feeling disgusted, as if he was wrapped around a cold poisonous snake: "I don't want to guess."

Who knew that in the next moment, before he even had time to see her movements clearly, he only felt a white shadow flash past in front of his eyes, and a knife was slashed close to his cheek, and it was directly nailed into the ground.

A thread of blood slowly seeped out along the cheek, meandering along the cheek and seeping into the hair.

"I don't like to see your face." Wang Siruo said coldly, "Now you are in my hands, you have to say what I tell you to say, and you have to do what I tell you to do."

Song Ci's jawline was tense, and his teeth were clenched, and he smiled softly in such a posture: "Don't you like it?"

Wang Siruo didn't speak, but looked at her coldly.

Song Ci laughed even more flamboyantly. Although his current posture is not in a state of embarrassment, his whole body is filled with a calm and relaxed aura, as if he is the one who controls the dominance.

He smiled and said, "Then you killed me."

Invisibly, there seems to be a fuse. The fuse is spreading silently, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and it is gradually tense again.

Wang Siruo seemed to find it very interesting, and moved closer to him inch by inch: "You think I dare not?"

Song Ci was bound all over, this posture was too restrictive, and he couldn't do anything.

He looked up at her, his voice full of mockery: "Don't talk nonsense if you dare."

A length of black rope protruded from Wang Siruo's neck, that rope was very familiar, it was Song Ci's Concentric Stone.

No wonder I couldn't find it anywhere, it turned out that she was wearing it on her body!

Song Ci's eyes flickered slightly.

Wang Siruo leaned close to his cheek, as if she would kiss him at any moment, extremely intimacy, as if she didn't want to kill Song Ci, but regarded him as her lover, with a soft and gentle voice: "Don't worry, I will, but not now."

Song Ci didn't speak.

Wang Siruo giggled, "I just thought of a more interesting way to play."

Song Ci tilted his head slightly, but was soon straightened back by Wang Siruo. She pinched his chin, her eyes seemed to be looking at a commodity.

"I think fate is too unfair, why do people have different fates," Wang Siruo's eyes flicked on his face, but soon, she laughed again, "But what did you say? Feng Shui turns, and today it's my turn—so the rules of the game are up to me."

After saying this, she suddenly stood up and waved her hands behind her.

A man with the appearance of a young horse came forward immediately, grabbed Song Ci by the collar, brought him up, then found a chair, threw Song Ci on it, and tied him to the iron chair with a rope above.

Finally, Song Ci was no longer in a lying position unable to move, and Song Ci could see the whole picture of this place clearly.

This is a long-abandoned factory. There are some cast iron equipment and other things piled up against the wall. The ground is full of dust. There are spider webs around the beams above the head. The sky outside is black, but this factory But it was illuminated like daylight.

Two rows of headlights hung on the pillars, shining brightly.

The place where Song Ci sat was the center of the entire factory.

Song Ci closed his eyes, and could no longer feel the existence of his hands and feet.

Being restrained for too long, blood circulation is blocked, and all limbs are stiff and numb.

The cut on the cheek was still oozing blood extremely slowly, and a stream of blood flowed to the corner of Song Ci's mouth, where he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Song Ci's mind began to become chaotic, drowsy, drowsiness enveloped him, and kept hypnotizing him.

Wang Siruo didn't know where he went, and he was the only one left here.

What is she... waiting for?

Didn't she want to kill him?

Kill him to become the owner of the Concentric Stone.

But why not do it?

What did she mean by what she just said?

Different people have different fates...Feng Shui takes turns...

Song Ci suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He raised his head with difficulty and opened his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder.

Song Ci tilted his head, looked around blankly, and found a few people carrying black box-like objects to and fro, just a dozen meters away from him.

The fragmentary conversations of several people came along the wind.

"Is the weight of these explosives too much?"

"Not much, Sister Wang said that this place will be razed to the ground."

"Is the retreat route ready?"

"Xiao Li is confirming."

……

Song Ci's pupils shrank suddenly.

No, wait a minute, there must be something wrong with this.

What Wang Siruo clearly said was that he wanted to kill him... Why are there so many explosives now?is it necessary?

Wait, wait... Why does Ling Chi's killing method sound so familiar?Did he hear it somewhere?

He must have heard it somewhere...

In the blink of an eye, Song Ci suddenly remembered Ji Hui's original partner that Hua Manman had mentioned to him!

When that woman died... she was chopped into pieces with a single knife.

Wang Siruo wanted to repeat the tragedy of that woman on him again?

Kidnapping... Ling Chi...

Same person, different fate...

It was as if there was an invisible thread in the void, connecting everything together, and Song Ci's eyes reflected an unbelievable light.

Ji Hui and Ji Huai both have the surname Ji, while Song Ci and Wang Siruo both wear books. The difference is that Song Ci is Ji Huai's legal partner, while Wang Siruo is Ji Hui's young lover!

Is this what Wang Siruo meant when he said that different people have different fates?

The tide is turning...

A layer of cold sweat emerged from Song Ci's back.

He froze in place.

Could it be, could it be that Wang Siruo wanted to... bring Ji Huai over and re-enact what she had experienced herself—Wang Siruo was tied up by his original partner and thrown in front of Ji Hui, asking him what he would choose.

Will she ask Ji Huai what he will choose?

But Ji Huai and him like each other... There is no third party between them.

Then what would Wang Siruo let Ji Huai choose?

...what will you choose?

The answer is self-evident!

Song Ci suddenly began to struggle crazily, with such strength that he even tripped the iron chair to the ground.

Soon someone came over, lifted the iron chair up in twos or twos, and then slapped Song Ci's face mercilessly, threatening in a low voice: "Be more frankly honest!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a bang, and a slender figure stood at the door under a cold moon in the dark blue night.

Wang Siruo, who had disappeared for a long time, stepped out of the shadow step by step, and clapped his hands with a smile: "Everyone is here, then the game can officially begin."

Song Ci was dizzy from that slap, his eyes were full of stars, and it took him a long time to recover. His sight became clear little by little, and then he recognized who the person standing at the door was.

In an instant, the blood all over his body was about to boil, and uncontrollable anger and fear rose from the soles of his feet, crawling over every nerve, as if scalding hot oil had been poured into his body, scalding his whole body All curled up and screamed.

——It's Ji Huai.