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"It's not." Murong Cheng hugged her tightly, "It's a nerve drug, it will make people bored and irritable in a short period of time, and it may also have the side effects of drowsiness, fatigue, and headache, I just don't want him to get you!" Zizi, there's no way I'm going to kill you, and there's no reason to do that! ”

"But I'm dead...... Mu Zi said.

She's dead, that's the truth.

"Even if I want you again, there is no need to kill you, I can kill Mu Zening! Then pursue you openly! ”

"Then why did I die?" Mu Zi is still entangled in this.

If drugs don't kill people, how did she die?

Murong Cheng wiped the tears on her face, led her up and walked out, "Come with me somewhere." ”

Mu Zi let him pull him out and get into the car.

She didn't know where the car was going, and she didn't ask, she stared blankly at the darkness outside the window, and her mind repeatedly recalled every word of Murong Cheng and every detail she found in the basement, trying to restore the truth.

But she finally found out that no matter what kind of truth she was, her death was inseparable from Murong Cheng.

Murong Cheng didn't worry about her, he held the steering wheel with one hand, and held her hand firmly with one free hand, Mu Zi's fingers were stiff.

The car drove for a long time, maybe two hours, maybe longer. Mu Zi wondered if he was still in Qingjiang.

Eventually, they arrive at a car recycling plant, where the lights are white, and the cold light reflects off the scrap metalwork.

Murong Cheng rang the doorbell of the big iron gate outside, waited for a while, and saw a lame old man from a distance through the big iron gate, walking slowly with a crutch.

The old man should have known Murong Cheng, and after seeing him, he didn't ask anything and opened the courtyard door.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng all the way inside, bypassed the factory building in front of him, pushed open another door, and further inside, there was a dark underground passage.

The smell of blood and musty was disgusting.

Mu Zi paused, and vaguely guessed that this was the Huo family's "torture room".

Murong Cheng led her in and explained: "The person who killed you was a killer sent by an uncle of the Huo family, he disguised himself as a waiter and mixed into the yacht, and then took advantage of your loneliness, pushed you into the water, disguised as an accidental river accident and then dived and escaped, without being discovered by anyone, and not in the list of police investigations, this kind of professional killer is very strict-mouthed, and it took me some effort to let him tell the main messenger behind the scenes." ”

The smell in the torture chamber was terrible, and even if the ventilation fan in the vent kept whirring and turning, the thick bloody gas still could not dissipate.

Fortunately, there were no terrible screams.

Since the Huo family was peaceful, the torture room has been much quieter, and most of the prisoners are just hanging on to their last breath.

Mu Zi didn't squint, trying not to look at the miserable situation of the prisoners around him.

Until Murong Cheng stopped in front of one of the torture racks.

There was a man tied to the iron frame, not so much a human being as a walking corpse: naked, drenched in blood, without a piece of good meat, with needles and tubes inserted in many places, delivering nutrient solutions, presumably because the torturer feared that he would die too quickly.

"Let him speak." Murong Cheng instructed the people in the torture room.

Someone poured a basin of ice water on the torture rack.

It's real ice water, with fine ice ballast in it.

The other party regained some consciousness, as if pressing a mechanical switch, and began to say without emotion: "...... The second uncle sent me, and he found out that the woman Huo Rong liked was Su Zi, and wanted to kidnap Su Zi to threaten Huo Rong...... Later, I heard that Huo Rong invited a mage to do a soul-reviving ritual for Huo Shisanshao, and the second uncle changed his mind, a woman and a brother, he wanted to see how Huo Rong chose ......"

Mu Zi listened to the tone without ups and downs, and could imagine how many times this confession was tortured and how many times it was recounted.

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