The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 562: What is one thousand minus seven?
In the abandoned construction site, noisy sounds were heard.
After waking up groggily, Chang Xingrong felt as if his entire body was imprisoned by chains.

After struggling desperately, the sound continued to ring out.
Looking back at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng was standing in front of the table, sorting things slowly.
When Zhang Cheng saw Chang Xingrong wake up, he smiled and said, "Very good, since you are awake, it means the game has begun!"

"Who are you and why are you kidnapping me?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chang Xingrong's face was full of panic.
Hearing Chang Xingrong's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer: "What nonsense are you talking about? I tied you up? Isn't it because you attracted me here, Silver Killer?"

Approaching Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned into inverted snake pupils, and he asked coldly and madly: "What is one thousand minus seven?"

Hearing this question suddenly, Chang Xingrong could not help but fall silent.

But in the next second, Zhang Cheng pierced his scapula with a sharp nail and embedded it directly into the wall.

"what!"

Chang Xingrong couldn't help but wail with the shrill scream.
"what is one thousand minus seven?"

Looking at Chang Xingrong coldly, Zhang Cheng spoke again, his eyes full of ferocity.

"Nine hundred and ninety-three!"

Panting heavily, Chang Xingrong spoke while enduring the pain, and he could no longer stop crying.

Looking at Chang Xingrong's appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Continue, keep reducing it."

"What's nine hundred and ninety-three minus seven?"

As Zhang Cheng spoke, Chang Xingrong began to think quickly.
While he was answering, Zhang Cheng came to the table and picked up various tools.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, Chang Xingrong couldn't help but wail, "Please, don't do this!"

"Beg me? Why would you say that? When you killed those innocent people, didn't you ever think that they were begging you to let them go?"

Screaming at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng grabbed his hair and lifted it up, saying: "I tell you, in this world, no one can put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, because I don't recognize it..."

"If you want to be a gangster, you must admit your mistakes and stand up straight when you are beaten. Now you don't know you are wrong, you know you are going to die!"

Zhang Cheng picked up the long nail with his backhand and pierced Chang Xingrong's scapula again, then grinned and said, "This is symmetry!"

"what!"

Chang Xingrong was wailing in pain, tears and snot were constantly falling, and he looked very dirty.
Looking at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, our game has just begun. I will definitely treat you well until you die."

After a short half hour, Chang Xingrong's body was covered with hideous scars, which made people's scalps numb.
However, Zhang Cheng, who was standing aside, held the bloody blade and said, "By the way, your confession is not complete yet?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng picked up a piece of paper and a pen, then walked up to Chang Xingrong and said, "Write it down yourself!"

Pulling out the long nail from Chang Xingrong's right hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

"Kill me, please, kill me"

Chang Xingrong spoke with a hoarse voice. He just wanted to die at this moment because he was about to collapse.

The reason why Zhang Cheng asked him to keep counting was to keep his brain clear and prevent him from passing out due to the severe pain.
But now, Chang Xingrong knew it too late, because he was almost completely crazy.

"Not writing? I heard you have two sons. They should be more fun than you!"

With a ferocious smile on his face, Zhang Cheng could not help but approach Chang Xingrong and speak.
Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chang Xingrong struggled instantly, the iron chain kept making noises, and said, "Come to me if you have anything to say. Don't touch my son! I will kill you, ah!"

Chang Xingrong roared angrily and seemed extremely crazy at the moment. However, looking at Chang Xingrong's appearance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but clap his hands and said, "Hahaha, that's right? You have to cheer up, otherwise I haven't had enough fun yet."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out a piece of paper and a pen and said, "Write it clearly. If it's even a little off, I'll kill your whole family!"

Looking at Chang Xingrong with cold eyes, Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of teasing.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chang Xingrong couldn't stop shedding tears of blood.
Because he didn't understand why such a madman would find him.

If he thinks he is indifferent to life, then Zhang Cheng is a complete devil!
A few minutes later, when Chang Xingrong wrote his confession, Zhang Cheng came up to him slowly, holding a sword.

Looking at the dagger getting closer and closer, Chang Xingrong's eyes were filled with despair.
Looking at Chang Xingrong's eyes, Zhang Cheng said excitedly: "Yes, it's this look of despair!"

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade cut his neck, and Chang Xingrong suddenly felt his whole body start to get cold, and his breathing became rapid.
But just as he was about to face death, Zhang Cheng said softly: "Don't worry, even if you die, your sons will not be able to escape, because I will kill them all with my own hands."

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Chang Xingrong seemed to want to say something, but blood kept flowing out of his throat, and he couldn't speak at all.
Looking at Chang Xingrong's struggle, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Desperate? Of course you should be desperate, because this is the true process of welcoming death!"

Looking at Chang Xingrong coldly, Zhang Cheng held the bloody dagger, his eyes full of mockery.
In the helpless struggle, Chang Xingrong lowered his head hysterically.

Because if he had any regrets, he would rather be judged than meet such a madman!
But it’s all too late, just like the song by the God of Songs, it’s too difficult to turn back!

Humming a little tune, Zhang Cheng turned around silently, packed up his things,
But he put the confession on the table and turned away.

As for the talk of killing Chang Xingrong's son, Zhang Cheng was just joking, because he wanted the other party to live in torture even if he died.

Two days later, in the morning, when Zhang Cheng arrived in Sijiu City, the landline at home rang.

Holding the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at the unknown caller number and immediately said, "Zhang Cheng!"

"The murderer has been found, but he's dead!"

Wu Guangqi's voice turned serious as he spoke to Zhang Cheng.

When Zhang Cheng heard Wu Guangqi say this, he pretended to be surprised and asked, "What? Dead?"

"He was tortured to death!"

At this point, Wu Guangqi's scalp tingled, because even as a veteran criminal policeman, he had never seen Chang Xingrong look like that.
The other party seemed to treat torture as a game and only managed to kill Chang Xingrong in the very end!

“Can the chain of evidence be put together?”

Asking Wu Guangqi, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak up.
"He left a confession before he died, and the other murderer kept it as if it was revenge!"

Wu Guangqi said to Zhang Cheng, "Are you free? Come over and help me!"

"Ah, still going there?"

Hearing Wu Guangqi say this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be speechless, because isn't that just arresting himself?

"This guy is more dangerous than the murderer, because after checking, Chang Xingrong was always awake before his death, so this guy is the real lunatic!"

Wu Guangqi couldn't help but become serious when he spoke to Zhang Cheng.

After hearing what Wu Guangqi said, Zhang Cheng became confused, because if he was a madman, then what were these normal people?
(End of this chapter)