Not in reincarnation

He raised Zheng Jiang's chin with his foot, and asked coldly, "Be honest, what's your name?"

The remaining lust is still occupying Zheng Jiang's brain, otherwise he would not look at Gao Zhenglin like a traveler who lacks water in the desert.The erratic eyes were hard to focus, the ravaged and swollen lips opened, and the tender tongue swept over the red lips again.

"Zheng...Jiang..."

"how to write?"

"Solemnly Zheng... the river of the river..."

Gao Zhenglin raised his eyebrows, it was really hard to believe his words.Turning on the shower head, cold water poured mercilessly on Zheng Jiang's head and face.

Zheng Jiang was dizzy from being poured, and goosebumps scrambled out, and the spiritual thing also hung down.Drenched, he seemed to wake up a little bit, and stared at Gao Zhenglin with bewildered eyes.

Gao Zhenglin was suddenly in a good mood.

"Clean it up, I'll go out for a while, I've locked the doors and windows, so don't try to escape." Gao Zhenglin said while pulling the iron ring hard.

Zheng Jiang let out a cry of pain and stared at him angrily.Gao Zhenglin sneered, went out, and soon heard the sound of the door opening and closing.The room door was also locked from the outside.

Zheng Jiang endured the aches all over his body and looked around.There are a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, mouthwash, toothpaste, toothbrush, mouth cup, electric shaver and a pack of wet tissues on the sink.

Zheng Jiang went to get the razor first, and took it apart to see that the blade was embedded in the plastic, with only a little bit exposed.He was a little disappointed.

Yes, no matter how intoxicated he was with Gao Zhenglin, he wanted to escape and use death.

He looked at the bathroom again. There was no bathtub in the bathroom, so he couldn't soak him to death.It was the first time he woke up and looked at the bathroom. He felt that it was neat and clean, but there were a few things missing.

Both Mi Liu and Zhou Wenkang have a lot of things in their bathrooms.Miliu’s has a pile of facial cleanser and hand sanitizer, while Wenkang’s has a pile of disinfectant and disposable gloves.

Zheng Jiang thought for a while, and planned to use the cup to start.The mouth cup is made of glass.Zheng Jiang threw him on the ground, the glass was broken into pieces, and he picked a big and sharp one.

The question now is how to make his body catch fire after cutting his veins and dying.

Gao Zhenglin locked him in a bedroom with a bathroom. There was no cooking oil or lubricating oil, so it was difficult to catch fire in a large area.What's in the bathroom?

Zheng Jiang probed his brain and found a bottle of beauty olive oil in the corner of the bathroom.Olive oil may have added other ingredients, and he didn't know if it could retain the property of igniting fire, so he poured some on the ground and lit it with the lighter on the sink.

As soon as the fire touched the olive oil, it burned even more.

Zheng Jiang was a little excited, thanking Gao Zhenglin for the olive oil...but what is this for?He thought for a while, picked up the sharp shard of glass, and slashed at the wrist of his left hand.

The muscles in the wrist tightened, the arteries were cut open, and the blood gushed out like small waves.Enduring the pain and slight dizziness, Zheng Jiang poured olive oil on the palm of his hand and rubbed his body slowly.There wasn't enough olive oil, but after death his body burned like paper.

The blood didn't flow fast enough, and Zheng Jiang cut another.The dizziness became stronger and stronger, Zheng Jiang put the bath towel on the ground, lit it, and then fell powerlessly beside the bath towel.As long as the fire can touch the olive oil on your body before the towel is burned, it will probably burn.

When Zheng Jiang's body was burned, it had no smell and left no trace.

Zheng Jiang squinted, it was getting dark, so sleepy...

There was a crackling sound from the bathroom.

When Zhou Wenkang was cleaning the room, he heard a strange sound.Mi Liu went to work today, and Wen Kang did the housework. Zheng Jiang was missing for three days, so he was not in a hurry. Anyway, Zheng Jiang would find a way to die and come back.

The tacit understanding between the three is so subtle.

Mi Liu and Zhou Wenkang were well protected, and they wouldn't be worried if Zheng Jiang was in danger.Although this disappearance is really strange, there has been no news for three days.

Shouldn't there be thieves?Wenkang thought.Although the security of the community seems to be very responsible, there are also people who lost motorcycles and the like.

Such a fierce thief who entered the house?

Wen Kang casually took out a small knife from under the sofa, made in Germany, and it was the same as the one that Zheng Jiang tied on his thigh before.

In self-defense, Wenkang smiled.

But the thief's movements were too big, he could already hear the sound of footsteps.After thinking about it, he put the knife back.The living room door was pushed open fiercely, and a naked young man came in aggressively, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times.

"Damn...it feels so good to be free."

Wenkang was not surprised either, he pushed his shiny glasses and asked, "Are you back?"

Zheng Jiang's face was still facing down: "I'm hungry."

Wenkang: "Where did you go?"

Zheng Jiang: "Prison play."

Wenkang: "Pfft."

Zheng Jiang: "...hehe."

Wenkang: "..."

When the two of them waited for Mi Liu to come back, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"The road is a bit congested." Mi Liu took off his shoes at the entrance, and put his bag on the shoe cabinet.

Zhou Wenkang handed her a towel and said, "Zheng Jiang is back."

Mi Liu's movement of wiping her hands froze, and then she said joyfully, "Really?"

"Do I need to lie to you?" Wen Kang said.

"Are you okay?" Mi Liu quickly wiped his hands, eager to see him.

"Like a freshly peeled egg." Wen Kang said lightly.

Mi Liu was walking, and when she heard this sentence, she looked back at him, but she still didn't say anything, and continued walking.Zhou Wenkang seldom said this sentence. She remembered that when she heard him say this sentence for the first time, it was the first time the two of them saw the performance of Zheng Jiang's resurrection from the dead. Zhou Wenkang stroked Zheng Jiang's newly grown skin.The newly grown skin is like a hard-boiled egg that has just been peeled off. It is tender, smooth and white, and can be broken by blowing bombs.But it will harden after a long time, close to the skin of an adult.

What Zhou Wenkang meant by saying this was nothing more than saying that Zheng Jiang came back from the dead.

During the dinner, they kept talking about the state of their imprisonment, and Zheng Jiang also told them about the discovery of the syringe.

"What did you put in it?" Mi Liu asked Zhou Wenkang.

Zhou Wenkang thought for a while and said, "Biotoxin."

"TNT?" Mi Liu asked.

"Well, I tried to concentrate it myself, but I don't know how it works." Wenkang lowered his head and took another bite of rice.

Zheng Jiang was silent, Mi Liu saw this and said, "You should stay here for a while."

"I dare not go out either." Zheng Jiang said distressedly.

Mi Liu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "You cook at home, and we will support you."

Zheng Jiang gave her a white look.

I'm the one who cooks and feeds you, right?

"...escaped?" Gao Zhenglin looked at the messy bathroom and felt strange.

The doors and windows were locked well, there was a large pool of blood in the bathroom, and there was a strong smell of burnt cotton products, and the lighter was thrown aside.

One bath towel was missing.

How did you run?

Gao Zhenglin's curiosity made him more interested in Zheng Jiang.

Simultaneously.

"... escaped?" The jade hand holding on to the white porcelain teacup froze, the Lapsang Souchong in the teacup was steaming, the tea quietly sank at the bottom of the cup, the tea soup was clear and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

"It doesn't make sense. So it can't be. (It doesn't make sense, so it won't work.)" Windsor stared at the man across from him, who was almost buried in darkness save for his hands. Leith put a few peanuts in the porcelain dish into his mouth, licked off the salt and pepper on them, and spit them back. Windsor found out and knocked him on the head.After whimpering a few times, he continued to behave like this.

The person in the darkness rubbed the teacup lid absently, and the porcelain made a crisp sound as it collided.

Windsor's tone revealed a little impatience: "What do you want to do next? (What do you want to do next?)"

The person opposite took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Let him go." The voice was a little helpless.

Windsor raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by the reply, and noticed that Leith was spitting out unsalted peanuts again, and tapped him on the head again without hesitation.