Pretend to die

This night's respite did not mean peace, and they faced more cruel things the next day.

Early in the morning, the bald man with the scar came in to give Su Zheng a second injection, in order to ensure complete addiction while saving money.

Suzheng's two wounds were suppurated by the hot and humid air, and he started to have a fever. Fortunately, he was in good health and was still conscious.

At noon, the old Burmese man, who was as thin as a dry branch, came in, ordered a bowl of porridge for each of them, and found a dusty rag to wipe their faces.

The cold water made Su Zheng hum comfortably, but Fu Bingying's heart was lifted to the highest point.

Sure enough, after the sun went down, the woman's screams that always sounded downstairs did not appear, and instead there were dense footsteps leading to the room they were in.

At this time, Su Zheng was in a daze, and Fu Bingying opened his eyes, but his body could not move.

The door opened, the light came on, and a man of medium height walked in, followed by two boys in flowered shirts, and a group of people were guarding outside.The man had a brass face, a square face, high cheekbones, and a pair of slender eyes hidden under a prominent forehead, glowing blue like snakes.

Su Zheng was lying in front of Fu Bingying. The man squatted down, pinched his face to look at it, and then put it down. His movements were gentle, but the two boys behind him kicked Su Zheng away like kicking a torn quilt. .

The person who was kicked to the foot of the bed slammed his head against the leg of the bed, and the sudden pain woke him up a lot.

Fu Bingying's heart trembled, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he was almost bleeding.

The man came in front of him, his chin was pinched with hands as thin as eagle claws, and Fu Bingying was forced to look at him.His unyielding aura aroused the man's desire to conquer. He stretched out his hand, and the younger brother behind him handed him a syringe, and something turbid like flour and water was shaking inside.

Of course Fu Bingying recognized what it was, but just as he opened his mouth to bite, the man blocked him with a rag, leaving only a murmuring sound, completely looking like a desolate animal with its teeth pulled out.

The man said a few words to the younger brothers, and the two younger brothers withdrew.

Fu Bingying, who was in despair, desperately thought about the way to commit suicide. He had no possibility of counter-killing, at least he had to die with dignity.But when he glanced at Su Zheng who was curled up on the ground, he hesitated for a moment.

I'm dead, what should he do.

Are these scumbags going to treat him like they were going to treat me?

As soon as the thoughts came out, his heart became tangled up, and he even struggled to breathe.

He deserved it... Fu Bingying gritted his teeth and thought, he deserves to be abused. Why should I consider the fate of this scumbag, Su Zheng? The worse he is, the better...

But, but...

When people are hesitating, the result they really want has already emerged.Just ask yourself if you want to get A, if you can't let go of B, then it means B is what you really want.

Fu Bingying couldn't accept that Su Zheng ended up like this.

A little bit, a little bit, is unacceptable.

Su Zheng owed him, but not others, and he was the only one who had the qualifications to kill or abuse.

The Burmese man put Fu Bingying on the bed, and the dirty gray mattress immediately splashed a layer of dust, which made the man cough.He coughed like a tiger roaring, and the younger brother outside the room knocked on the door to ask if he was okay.The man stumbled and told them to mind their own business.

The unsmoothness at the beginning made him almost lose all his patience.

He began to tear Fu Bingying's clothes like a primitive man. Fu Bingying resisted the urge to vomit and vowed to engrave this man's face in his mind.

Kill him, kill him.

The unilateral violence made the man even more rampant. In order to make Fu Bingying obedient, he slapped Fu Bingying repeatedly.

Suddenly, Su Zheng rushed over and bumped his head into the waist of the assailant.The bones brittle, and the man howled in pain.

Enraged, the cruel perpetrator turned his anger into violence, punching and kicking Su Zheng who was curled up in a ball.Su Zheng, who was still full of energy just now, is now like a dying kitten, and the groaning of pain in his face is gradually fading away.

Fu Bingying watched all this in shock, her heart beating faster and wilder than before.

"Su Zheng...Su Zheng..." He murmured tremblingly in his heart, and suddenly burst out: "Su Zheng——!" Unfortunately, his mouth was blocked, and all his mournful cries finally turned into one cry." Well--"

The man squinted at him, obviously no longer interested.At this time, the younger brother outside started to knock on the door again, the man zipped up the zipper nervously and quickly, then kicked Su Zheng twice unwillingly, and then left cursing.

The anger in his heart was far from over. A group of people were chattering at the door, and it didn't take long before they heard the sound of the door being locked.Fu Bingying guessed that the men wanted to starve them to death. When the addiction kicked in, they were both hungry and thirsty, which was enough to become the cruelest punishment.

The worst thing is to be sold to the black market by these scumbags, and amputated live on the dark web, there is still a chance, there must be a chance...

In the desperate adversity, Fu Bingying developed a sense of struggle instead.

In the past, he used indifference to fight against the badness of his parents and the bad roots of the society; now, he fights with strength, against the criminal network in this world that should be hacked into pieces and shot to death.

After the sound of footsteps disappeared, he couldn't wait to get out of bed and check Su Zheng's injury.

Everything is not optimistic.

Su Zheng's proud peach eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see the shape, his cheeks were bruised and purple, and his face was severely disfigured.

He opened his eyes in a daze, but it was really swollen, and there was only a slight slit.Fu Bingying whined at him, and he raised his neck with difficulty, bit the rag with his teeth, and released Fu Bingying's mouth with his last strength.

"Su Zheng! Su Zheng, wake up!"

"Awake..." Su Zheng said vaguely, "I was scared to death... Just now."

Fu Bingying's face was sullen, tears almost came out of his eyes, he raised his head and took a deep breath to control his emotions.

"You're the one scaring me to death."

Su Zheng smiled weakly twice, and said, "Move, move...quick, praise me..."

Fu Bingying bent her chest and pressed her face against Su Zheng's chest.He couldn't let Su Zheng see him cry, he had to give Su Zheng firm hope.

"You must not die... I have found a way to escape. If you die, I will throw you here. Do you hear me? Be strong."

There seemed to be a glint in Su Zheng's eyes, and he said, "Really?"

Fu Bingying nodded and said, "The rope that binds hands and feet is wet, and it can definitely be bitten open with our teeth. If we work together, we will be able to escape."

"Okay," Su Zheng forced a smile, feeling that it was not realistic at all, but he still said: "Then I will bite it for you first, and then you will help me untie it."

"Okay." As he spoke, a tear streaked across Fu Bingying's cheek.

When he had just worked for three years, Su Zheng originally wanted to have a full mouth reconstruction and press a pair of polished porcelain teeth to make him more charming, but in the end he succumbed to the horrific photos of toothlessness in the middle of the treatment.

Now, he was very grateful to the dentist for not egging him on, because the cloth was uncommonly strong and had a strange smell to it.Su Zheng couldn't help thinking that it might have been picked up from a certain corpse.

The physical pain overwhelmed him, and Fu Bingying's self-inspiring chicken soup made him roll his eyes.

What persistence is victory, what is the darkest just before dawn, what Chu Shijian was released from prison at the age of 70 and founded Chucheng... Su Zheng really wanted to ask him how many years you have been using WeChat, and the storage capacity of this chicken soup is almost catching up with a province in Guangdong.

But after all, this came from Fu Bingying's kind intentions. He knew that this kid was greatly stimulated tonight, and his temper was a little bit broken.That's right, the biggest problem in life is that you don't know how to play piano music. It's really good to be able to survive and inspire others.

But, my little Fu baby, Su Zheng sighed leisurely in his heart, you have never seen such a big storm, you have been beaten until you almost eat shit, how can you think about such things as death? , Worry about it.

All the slander in his stomach was converted into the strength of his cheeks. After one night, Su Zheng's biting and stopping actually made a big gash.Fu Bingying pushed his arm hard, and the hole opened even wider.

At this time, the dawn of dawn finally came.

Su Zheng sighed, ready to take a break, but unexpectedly fell asleep after taking a break.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by pain.

His eyes turned white like astigmatism, and it seemed as if densely packed thorny bugs had drilled out from the cracks in his bones, sweeping across Su Zheng's internal organs, biting him in excruciating pain and convulsing endlessly.

Fu Bingying was extremely anxious, but his hands hadn't been completely released yet, so continuing to struggle with brute force still had little effect.

Struggling, continuing to struggle, is the only way in the dark.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, and after a while, there were exciting gunshots in the distance.

Fu Bingying was overjoyed, almost weeping with joy.

"Su Zheng, Su Zheng! Hold on a little longer, someone is coming to save us!"

Su Zheng couldn't hear anything, his head seemed to be covered with a cover, and his vision and hearing were all blurred.

Finally, with a roar, Fu Bingying tore away the shackles with all his strength.He quickly untied the rope on his feet, then crawled to Su Zheng's side on hands and feet, hugged him and pressed him to his chest.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer...you bite me, bite here!"

Fu Bingying put his arm close to Su Zheng's mouth, but Su Zheng cried out with difficulty.

"...It's so uncomfortable...Kill me...Kill me."

"Fart!" Fu Bingying's eyes widened with anger, and for the first time in his life, he cursed: "I'll be saved in a while! Hold on!" Fu Bingying stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to touch his face. The bruises are all wounds, and it hurts when touched.

He stood up and rushed to the door. The wooden door was firmly locked. Fu Bingying kicked it hard a few times, and sawdust fell from the roof, but the wooden door remained motionless.

When he turned around, suddenly a silver light flashed on the ground.

It's a needle.

The tiny needle lay quietly half a meter away from Suzheng, exuding a faint light, like the salvation of life.

Su Zheng's wailing sounded into Fu Bingying's ears like a spell. He picked up the syringe as if possessed, and then knelt down in front of Su Zheng in a daze.

"...Please." Su Zhengmao begged for mercy.

Fu Bingying stared at him for a while, listening carefully to the gunshots outside the window, the distance remained the same, neither far nor near.He raised his wrist and sucked a shot of air into the syringe with his thumb.

The colorless and odorless gas has become the only tool for killing people here, and it is also the magic weapon for extricating Su Zheng.Fu Bingying didn't know what kind of use he wanted it to be.He found Su Zheng's inner elbow, where there were several intertwined blue veins, and the steel needle pressed against the skin, giving off a sharp blue light.

Within a minute, Su Zheng started to convulse, like a myocardial infarction.

Fu Bingying patted his head and murmured in bits and pieces: "It's going to be... It's going to be..."

Two minutes later, Su Zheng stiffened and lost his breath. The whites of his eyes were slightly protruding, and he looked terrifying.

Five minutes later, special forces kicked in the door. Fu Bingying turned his head slowly, his eyes numb. He pointed to Su Zheng's body and said, "Dead."