Same crime

Gong Yuechao woke up from the coma, turned his head slightly, wondering if this action touched the wound, and instantly felt the severe pain from the distance from the back of his neck, which immediately aroused cold sweat all over his body, almost conditional Reflexively, he let out a painful cry from his dry throat, and then he felt the world spinning, and his temples seemed to burst, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

He tried to open his eyes, only to find that his vision had been robbed and something was wrapped around them.He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his mouth was also tied with tape.The body was still fixed on a chair, all limbs were tied, and the body was completely unable to move.

He couldn't tell where he was at the moment, but he clearly realized that the situation was not good. His memory stayed in the memory that he was attacked from behind when he got out of the elevator in the morning, and then he lost consciousness...until now.

He should have been kidnapped.

At this time, the rustling footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by a few harsh smirks, probably because his captors realized that he had woken up.

"Old classmate, we haven't seen each other for a long time." It was a rough voice, with a hint of sarcasm, accompanied by a few snapping fingers.

This person has not changed for more than [-] years, and he is still as annoying as ever.

His voice fell, and because of the hollowness around him, the reflected echo kept hitting Gong Yuechao's eardrums. A sense of danger was getting closer and closer. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but because of the bound hands and feet, Clinging and unable to break free.Then, the rags around his eyes were ripped off, and a man in a sweater and trousers appeared in his sight.

Of course he remembered this face, and he never forgot it in his whole life. From childhood to adulthood, it was almost as if it was engraved in his bones.

His seemingly upright face hides an extremely dark heart, and the pair of gentle glasses on the bridge of his nose can't hide the sin hidden in his bones. ——Clothed beast is probably the idiom used to describe him.

Zhang Mingfeng, the man who had brought him a lifetime of pain and hatred, was looking at him with the attitude of a victor at this moment.

He faltered, everything he wanted to say was blocked, so he could only stare at it with vicious eyes, but what he got was a mocking smile pulled from the corner of Zhang Mingfeng's mouth.

"Ha...Gong Yuechao, I didn't expect you to have a chance to fall into my hands when you've grown so big." He walked up to Gong Yuechao, looked at him condescendingly, and then raised his hand to pat his face. It was an indescribable insult to Gong Yuechao without exerting any force.

Gong Yuechao thought she had forgotten, but in fact she didn't at all, because once the valve of memory is opened, it is difficult to close it again.He wanted to vomit but couldn't, at the same time, accompanied by a shiver, a dense layer of goose bumps quickly appeared all over his body.

The man squatted down and stared up at the fruit of his victory. He smiled contemptuously, "After you transferred to another school, we were a little disappointed. After all, we lost our playthings for so many years, but we should let you go after thinking about it. Let's not mess with each other. However, it has been so many years, but you still provoked me first, and attacked us a few, you think you did it perfectly, but in fact, you can guess it is you Those idiots in the police can't find any evidence." After finishing speaking, Zhang Mingfeng got up and poked Gong Yuechao's forehead a few times, "And you? In prison for a year, how are you doing?"

Speaking of Wang Xuejiang, Zhang Mingfeng couldn't help but think of the collapse of the kingdom he built with all his heart. His face became very ferocious again at this moment, and he put all the responsibilities on Gong Yuechao. "You cost me everything, so I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

For this, Gong Yuechao didn't feel any fear at all, he even wanted to laugh, because he felt that this person was really pitiful, because he was just enjoying the pleasure of a villain's success, not a self-righteous victory.

Zhang Mingfeng's gaffe made Gong Yuechao deeply trapped in this so-called prison, but he no longer flinched like he did back then, but bravely greeted him. Tell Zhang Mingfeng with his gaze: I am not afraid.

However, Zhang Mingfeng was taken aback, because in his memory, Gong Yuechao was still in his student days, the coward who was bullied by them and only knew to curl up in a corner and cry.So, just like that, he was forced back two steps by Gong Yuechao's gaze, and an illusion occurred in his heart. He rubbed his eyes, looked at this person, and found that he was right.

What is wrong?Zhang Mingfeng asked himself.

He ignored the courage and strength needed to single-handedly hurt several big men, and he also ignored the fact that their perennial bullying had created a man who was stronger than they imagined.Wang Xuejiang, who he dared to stab at the risk of his life, almost died. He dared to squat in prison for many years, and after he came out, he still lived tenaciously without being humble or arrogant, and became Shi Mucheng's most trusted right-hand man.

Because the inherent impression is too deep, and there is no actual contact these years, Zhang Mingfeng has no understanding of Gong Yuechao's changes and inner strength, so he is psychologically unprepared for such a gaze.

He froze for a moment, suppressed his panic, turned around and walked towards the broken table not far away.

Only now did Gong Yuechao have time to look at the surrounding environment.

This is an extremely dim small warehouse of less than fifty square meters. The surrounding area is almost airtight, but it is extremely cold. There is only a little natural light coming in from a window covered with cobwebs and dirt. There is a ceiling fan hanging, and there is a small lamp with a cold light not far away... This place is extremely quiet, you can hear a few birdsong occasionally, and it takes half a day to hear the engine sound of a tractor or an electric tricycle far away.He thought that they might be located in the suburbs, far away from the city, and even if they could call for help, no one would answer him.He looked around again, trying to find a way to get out, but his wrists and ankles were tied. He was thinking about how he could be saved, and he had an ominous premonition. Maybe this is the way to explain it here today. .

He also fell into a kind of difficulty for a while.

At this time, Zhang Mingfeng seemed to have sorted out his mood, walked to a table, and began to lower his head to open the plastic bag in front of him. He picked out the things in it one by one, introduced them, and gestured flauntingly, It wasn't until a few green bitter gourds were pulled out from the inside that he showed a stretched smile and said to him: "Oh, Gong Yuechao, do you still remember the special drink I made for you? The taste should be unforgettable, right?" , Well, today I will take you back to recall the taste of the past, um, I also specially prepared a juicer cup for you, but it cost me more than 200 yuan." He opened a box with his hands.

Gong Yuechao's pupils dilated rapidly, and his nausea suddenly invaded him, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. His urge to escape became stronger and stronger, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope that bound him became.

Seeing that he reacted the most when he saw this, Zhang Mingfeng seemed to see him as a child again, a burst of joy surged in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew even bigger.He took out a meat-slicing knife from his pocket, shining brightly, and emitting a cold light in this slightly closed and dark warehouse.

"Bitter melon juice, we can wait. First, let me tell you a story." Holding the knife, he walked up to Gong Yuechao and said, "When I was young, I heard about a case." It was lightly attached to Gong Yuezhao's face, and the moment the icy metal was attached, Gong Yuezhao felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and he dared not move.

He used the knife to slide gently along Gong Yuechao's face, it seemed that taking a knife was not fast, or that Zhang Mingfeng was enjoying the pleasure of threatening his prey at the moment, and had no intention of hurting him yet.

His tone of voice was particularly gloomy, like a murmur from hell, "This case is like this. A sanitation worker in Nanjing picked up a bag and opened it. There were more than 500 pieces of cooked meat in the bag. She thought it was discarded by some restaurant, so she went to clean the meat slices. At this time!" Zhang Mingfeng's tone became weird, and he raised his voice, as if wanting to add some horror effect, "She found that there were three fingers inside. So I called the police. Later, other parts of the corpse were also found. It turned out that after the murderer cooked the corpse, he cut it into more than 2000 pieces. He took off the tape wrapped around Gong Yuechao's mouth, and then tore it off vigorously with his hands, causing Gong Yuechao a sharp pain.

"Although I can't do the murderer's technique, it gave me a lot of inspiration. I think this is really interesting. The murderer must enjoy the process of slicing meat. Why don't we try it today Try and see how many pieces I can cut you into, anyway we have plenty of time.” Then, he raised his head and laughed, and after laughing, he returned to his desk with the knife in his hand, and continued to fiddle with the knife he brought. something that comes over.

"You pervert." Gong Yuechao was finally able to speak, he spat first, and then cursed viciously.

Gong Yuechao's words seemed to have stimulated Zhang Mingfeng, and he began to laugh wantonly, and amidst the laughter, he cut up the bitter gourds, put them in the blender, filled them with water, and sprinkled some white powder into them, and then , The roar of machinery sounded, and those green lumps were smashed into pieces.

"Keep scolding, I really like to hear you scolding people, you didn't dare before, let it out now." He poured the thick green liquid into a cup and held it in front of Gong Yuechao, "When I was young, I just like to see you in pain. It's very interesting. I can add some gall or something. Today's conditions are very simple, so you can make do with it. Oh, by the way, I also added a little narcotic drug to it , you still remember our Dr. Zhao Yuanzhao, he gave it to me. You broke his fingers, and he couldn’t hold a scalpel anymore. Later, he went to sea to do drug substitution. I helped him a lot. I heard that I want to deal with you, Zhien Tubao gave me a lot of help. When I cut you later, you won't be so hurt, you have to thank him." He pinched Gong Yuechao's mouth with his right hand and pressed his tongue In the conflict, he forcibly poured the glass of liquid into it.

Gong Yuechao can't touch anything with a bitter taste in his life. His taste buds are extremely sensitive to this taste, and even every cell in his body is repelling it. The moment the liquid entered his mouth, he felt that the bitterness had penetrated into his limbs. A strong sense of nausea and resistance even defeated the nausea of ​​the surrounding environment. His eyes were red from suffocation, his body trembled and shook violently, but he was still unable to resist the disgusting things entering his mouth. Until Zhang Mingfeng Satisfied, he moved the empty cup away, a lot of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

Memories, those more profound memories that only belonged to the past, finally broke through the defense line established by many years of psychotherapy, and invaded him with a brain.It was almost the kind of resistance that came from his heart that prompted him to spit out those things immediately, and they fell on the black down jacket on his body, forming glaring scars one after another.

Seeing that he resisted too much, Zhang Mingfeng went crazy, raised his hand and slapped him several times, cursing him with vicious words: "Gong Yuechao, you bastard, who the hell made you vomit? ? You're as cheap as your father! **! I'll make you vomit!"

Gong Yuechao's head swayed from side to side with Zhang Mingfeng's strength, but stubbornly wanted to straighten it after every humiliation. He was weak all over, but his eyes were always firm. He stared at Zhang Mingfeng with the kind of eyes that seemed to be able to pierce a person. Mingfeng, in his heart, only hated himself for not directly punishing him back then, but now he still has to accept such humiliation.

At this time, this man has overlapped with the child from the past.

Devil, grow up.

"Let me tell you Gong Yuechao, I'm going to fight today, and I have a lot of tricks to play with you." After speaking, he rushed back angrily, took the knife, and walked back.

"What I didn't dare to do when I was young, I'll let you see it today." As he spoke, he stabbed Gong Yuechao's calf, and with Gong Yuechao's scream, blood quickly seeped out, and put Gong Yuechao's pants on A large piece was soaked.

"Let's guess how long it will take for your blood to flow out?" He smiled, moved Gong Yuechao's chair under the ceiling fan, went to the door and unscrewed the ceiling fan, the fan blades turned, and a puff of smoke and dust rolled up. Zhang Mingfeng waved his arm in disgust, then picked up the big bucket of pure water beside the table, and poured all of it on Gong Yuechao's body, drenching him thoroughly.

Zhang Mingfeng took out his mobile phone, called up the weather forecast, and shook it in front of his blurred vision: "It's minus 28 degrees today, and the indoor temperature is minus ten degrees. It's better to cut meat when it's frozen." He waved the silver knife , with a wicked smile.