Watching Meng A cry every day feels so exciting

Tick, tick.

Xie Sheng didn't know how long he fell into a coma, until the coolness on his cheeks woke him up.

Hearing recovered before vision, Xie Sheng heard the sound of water dripping in his ears, and the sound of chewing food not far away.

When I opened my eyes, the sudden light was a bit dazzling. After adapting, I found that this was a dim rough room, and the only source of light was a window without glass.

A place immediately appeared in Xie Sheng's mind, unfinished building.

As for whether it is the south of the city or the north of the city, it is still unclear.

"woke up?"

The man threw down the chicken bone in his hand, and stretched like no one else was there.

"The food outside is still delicious, rich in oil and water, and fragrant."

Ex-convicts, or fugitives.

Xie Sheng raised his eyes, "Can you move it for me, it's leaking here."

Seems like he didn't expect Xie Sheng's first sentence to be this, the man froze for a moment, then laughed.

After laughing, he really helped Xie Sheng move to another dry corner.

"It's very interesting." The man squatted in front of Xie Sheng, looking him up and down with a pair of dark eyes.

Xie Sheng was also quietly looking at the man.

Medium build, average appearance, about 40 years old, except for the scar on the right hand, the whole person is almost unrecognizable.

Such criminals are often the most difficult.

Because they look like ordinary people.

"Did Xie Yuanshan ask you to come?"

The only person he can think of who can do such a thing as kidnapping is his cheap father.

"Who is Xie Yuanshan, your enemy?"

The man thought for a while, "Anyway, you're going to kill me today, how about this, I'll give you a discounted price, you pay, and I'll help you deal with that person later."

Xiao Xie was stunned by this business acumen.

However, if it wasn't Xie Yuanshan, who would it be?

He knew that he had an unpleasant personality and had offended some people in law school, but he didn't seem to be at the point where he wanted to hire a murderer.

Fortunately, the man quickly took the initiative to answer Xie Sheng's doubts.

"This little face looks attractive."

The man squeezed Xie Sheng's cheek with one hand, the greasy touch and smell made him frown slightly.

"No wonder that kid lost his life because of his fascination."

Xie Sheng's heart trembled, could it be related to Shen Jingluo?

"I originally wanted to tie up his brother, but later I found out that you seem to be more important to him."

The man shook his head, sighed, and regretfully said: "I can't help it, you are unlucky, you followed the wrong person."

Xie Sheng suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said in a calm tone, "We're just playing for fun, you can't threaten him even if you kidnap me."

The man did not speak.

Xie Sheng continued: "He's a playboy, he has too many Yingyingyanyans around him, and he just got tired of playing with me. I also want to thank you for helping him get rid of a piece of brown sugar."

I'm sorry baby, life is the most important thing.

The man stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Just for fun, have you all gone home?"

The man lowered his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "It's just for fun, can the Shen family mobilize all their connections to find you? Don't fucking lie to me!"

Xie Sheng leaned back, pressed his hands against the wall, and said calmly: "I don't know, but are you sure they are looking for me, not you?"

From what the man said, it was obvious that he had enmity with Shen Jingluo and the Shen family.

What Xie Sheng can do now is to delay as long as possible and wait for rescue.

He believed that Shen Jingluo would definitely find him.

"Of course they want me."

The man glanced at his phone, took out a switchblade from his pocket, flicked it away, and wiped the blade gently.

"Shen Chunzhi doesn't know how much he wants me to die. Before I get out of prison, he has someone watching me, heh, lest I hurt his precious son."

Xie Sheng frowned, he vaguely sensed something.

He had a strong premonition that the intensification of Shen Jingluo's anxiety symptoms might have something to do with the man in front of him.

Xie Sheng pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Why do you hate him so much?"

The man stopped moving, and stared at Xie Sheng, "Did Shen Jingluo tell you?"

"Tsk, yes, how dare he tell you such a shameful thing."

The man skillfully played with the knife, the silver blade flipped between his fingers, as if it would come straight to Xie Sheng's throat in the next moment.

Intuition told Xie Sheng that he shouldn't ask any more questions.

But there is a saying that the villain dies because he talks too much.

After 12 years in prison, maybe no one listened to him, or maybe he wanted Xie Sheng to understand, the man began to murmur in a low voice.

"Let me ask you, in your eyes, in the eyes of everyone, what kind of person is that kid?"

Before Xie Sheng could answer, the man continued to talk to himself, "Honesty? Kindness? Integrity? A gentle and considerate rich second generation? Heh, it's ridiculous, so fucking ridiculous."

The man put the knife on the table and turned his head sharply.

"Let me tell you, your boyfriend is a fucking murderer."

Xie Sheng choked for breath, almost subconsciously, "You're talking nonsense...!"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

The man smiled angrily, his eyes were tearing apart, "Back then, he used such a knife to kill my brother and sent me to prison! Twelve years, a full 12 years! I went crazy in there At that time, what about him, he was outside unscathed as his young master, happy and happy!!"

The man broke down and roared, furious, but Xie Sheng only found it unbelievable and inexplicable.

"Twelve years ago, he was only eight years old."

The man's roar stopped abruptly.

A face also turned from red to liver-colored.

Xie Sheng: Ahhh.

For a professional criminal, the most embarrassing and embarrassing thing is not being killed or arrested, but being arrested after being killed by an eight-year-old child.

"Damn it, you all should die, you all should die..."

The man muttered to himself, grabbed the backpack on the ground, turned his back and rummaged through something inside.

Xie Sheng felt that he might really be silenced.

But he still wanted to struggle.

Xie Sheng glanced at the table quickly, then tried to move to the side.

At this time, there was a loud brake sound outside, which was especially harsh in the unfinished building in the early morning.

"coming."

Holding a medicine bottle, the man ran to the window and took a look, with a frenzied and distorted smile on his face.

The man grabbed Xie Sheng who was in the corner, dragged him to the window, and whispered in his ear: "He came here even though he knew he would die. It seems that he really likes you."

In the open space downstairs, Shen Jingluo got out of the car alone, raised his head, and seemed to be looking for something.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Jingluo's eyes lit up, while Xie Sheng's pupils dimmed completely.

He regretted it.

He didn't want Shen Jingluo to rescue him.

Xie Sheng gritted his teeth hard, and shook his head towards the people downstairs.

But Shen Jingluo laughed.

He gestured to him with his mouth: wait for me.

Xie Sheng struggled violently, and shouted at Shen Jingluo with a hoarse voice, "Hurry up—"

However, in the next second, the man pinched his chin and forcibly poured down a bottle of black liquid.

"Don't worry, it's not poison, it hasn't killed you so quickly."

The man grinned grimly, "It's just an estrus inducer, it might be a little uncomfortable, but don't worry, I'll make you comfortable soon."

"In front of your boyfriend."

To torture a person, to kill someone, is naturally worse than punishing one's heart.

Seeing one's lover tactfully courteously under someone else's body, the feeling is more uncomfortable than sticking a hundred knives in his heart.

When Shen Jingluo arrived, what he saw was Xie Sheng curled up on the ground, trembling all over.

"Thank you sir!"

"Don't be afraid, he won't die yet."

The man came out from behind the door like a ghost.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for so many years, I really grew up."

Shen Jingluo clenched his fists, his joints creaked, and the veins on his forehead bulged, "Fu Yi."

Fu Yi clapped his hands, his expression looked excited, "Yes, you still remember my name."

More than just remembering, it is unforgettable.

Almost every night, the face in front of him would appear in his dreams, intertwined with another face that was very similar to him, and full of blood.

"How about it, have you been happy these years? The feeling that you don't have to be responsible for killing people is refreshing, isn't it?"

Shen Jingluo moved his neck left and right, and smiled suddenly, "Of course."

"I still remember the feeling when I stabbed the knife into your brother's chest. It is said that the pleasure of killing people is the most extreme. I have been thinking about it all these years."

The smile on Fu Yi's face gradually disappeared.

Shen Jingluo had thought countless times that when he faced Fu Yi again, he would be more afraid, but at this moment, his heart was extremely peaceful.

Chicken Soup for the Soul says that what can't kill you will make you stronger, and hopelessness can sublimate your spirit.

Shen Jingluo knew that he did not belong to the two.

Because he has only one thought in his mind.

——He wants to take Xie Sheng out of here.

"How is it? Is the life in prison for more than ten years enjoyable?"

Shen Jingluo took a step towards the window, thoughtfully said: "If you go in this time, how many years do you think will be sentenced?"

"Shut up!" Fu Yi roared.

Shen Jingluo raised his eyebrows, "I'm angry now, I've never seen you so angry when I mentioned your brother's death just now."

"Let's be honest, Fu Yi, you didn't come to me to avenge your brother at all."

"Two well-known kidnappers ended up in the hands of a child. One died and the other was injured. You just feel resentful for yourself and are unwilling."

Shen Jingluo put down the last straw lightly.

"After all, back then, if you hadn't left Fu Ren and fled alone, he wouldn't have died at all."

"I didn't! You're talking nonsense! Shut up!!"

Fu Yi waved his arms angrily, and Shen Jingluo looked at him, feeling ridiculous and pitiful.

It turned out that he was not the only one who was tortured by demons in recent years.

"I killed you, I'll kill you now—"

Fu Yi turned around to touch the knife on the table, but in the mess, there was no sign of a switchblade.

Fu Yi was startled, and suddenly looked towards the corner of the wall.

The place where Xie Sheng curled up just now was empty.

At this moment, a piece of ice pressed against Fu Yi's throat.

Xie Sheng stood behind him, expressionless, "Move again, and I'll kill you first."