The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 63 The Canary of the Gold Master [25]

Shen Fushui raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's clear enough. You, like them, think I'm a vase."

Yun Mo: "..."

He moved his fingertips slightly and accidentally scratched a small hole on the edge of the small machine.

Immediately, a faint blood stain dripped out.

"Tsk, Mr. Yun is really a delicate flower." The beauty slowly touched his wound, then treated it briefly, and said quietly, "Is it still possible to go?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Shen Fushui was mocking him.

Yun Mo looked at the thing called "Band-Aid" on his finger, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was magnetic, "It's a small hole, it's okay."

"Come on, let's go."

*
The place where Yun Mo brought her was very interesting.

At least it seemed interesting to her.

... dark prison.

In today's society, there are still dark prisons.

Unbelievable.

He walked down the steps slowly, seeming to be wandering aimlessly, gracefully and calmly, so dazzling that he seemed to be luminous, and the thick darkness around him gave way to him.

He turned around, his crimson lips slightly curled up, and his voice was low, "...come here."

Shen Lang was startled, then turned his red lips, and walked over as he said.

"Are you afraid?"

"...Why are you afraid?"

Yun Mo's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and a dark smile of unknown meaning emerged from his deep-set pupils.

"Just don't be afraid."

He led her around many cells, and finally stopped at one of them, and said with a smile, "Go in and have a look."

"Can I trust you?"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, but did not move.

"You don't have to believe it."

"What's in here?"

"Corpse."

Before Shen Lang could react, he had already held her hand, pressed a button, and almost forcibly brought her in.

The scene in front of her was as pervasive as she had imagined.

A cold and pale human body lay on the pure white experimental board, with sweet smiles on their faces, as if they were dreaming a sweet dream.

"..." Shen Lang's eyes dimmed, "Why do you show me these things?"

"...Do you like it?" There was a glint of snow in his brows and eyes, and a smile flickered.

Shen Lang looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling a little displeased.

"You killed it?"

He glanced at her and said, "They all injected AX medicine voluntarily, and I paid their families a lot of money."

AX drug, after injection, people will die unconsciously without pain, and the drug residue will automatically decompose after death, leaving no trace.

Generally, it is only used for death-row prisoners who have committed crimes but the public opinion does not want them to be sentenced. It is a banned drug that is strictly prohibited from circulation by the state.

Shen Lang was not curious about how he got this potion, "...voluntarily?"

She withdrew her eyes and said, "Have you signed the agreement?"

She didn't quite understand why someone would be willing to give up their own lives.

Yun Mo nodded.

"Don't worry, I am a law-abiding citizen even though I have no profit."

"These are for your experiments."

Shen Lang: "..."

Although she was very insane in the original world, since she came to these planes to serve her sentence, she has no intention of doing anything harmful.

Whether she accepts these human bodies seems to have a lot to do with her.In other words, she was forcibly tied to a pirate ship.

Tsk, as expected of a dog, cruel enough.

But Shen Lang is not someone who can jump into the ditch by himself, and said with a smile: "No need, I never do human experiments."

Yun Mo's eyes dimmed, and he repeated, "You really don't want it?"

After getting Shen Fushui's sure look, he nodded slightly and said, "I won't ask a third time."

After some conversation, Shen Lang didn't understand his real intention.

Is it really just to show her these human bodies?

She always felt that something was wrong, but she ignored it.

After Shen Lang left, all the turbulent darkness became restless again, and there seemed to be faint wailing sounds from the dark prison, shrill and desperate.

*
"died?"

A dignified and elegant man sat on a chair, his long legs crossed, his imposing face was hidden in the faint shadows.

It was Yunmo.

"He just passed away." Standing in front of Yun Mo was a tall, thin young man, dressed in black formal attire, polite and polite.

Su Xu stood beside him, lowered his head respectfully, and dared not say a word.

"What did you say?" Yun Mo said in a low voice, gently rubbing the silver tail ring on the little finger of his right hand, his tone was unclear.

The man took a deep breath, and said bravely, "I scolded you, and also scolded...Miss Shen."

"Really." Yun Mo didn't care about this, he got up and walked out, leaving a sentence, "You can handle the rest."

"Yes."

Su Xu quickly followed.

As long as they don't deliberately leave any clues, no one will believe that in today's society, a person can disappear quietly and die without leaving a trace.

The whole process from the beginning to the end was like a joke for nobles, and Yun Mo was that noble.

In his eyes, life is cheaper than grass, maybe worth a little money, but it can't be compared with any flowers and plants in his back garden.

"...Leave the message to her."

"Yes."

*
Crescent Moon frowned, staring at the girl carrying a small schoolbag in front of her.

"Sorry, she's not here."

Obviously, this girl found out that Shen Lang lived here.

The girl lowered her eyes in disappointment.

Yueya said lightly: "Please go back."

A dim light flashed across the girl's lowered eyes, and she spoke with a sweet and clear voice.

"Then when will Langlang come back?"

Yueya said coldly, "The company has other arrangements for her."

"..." The girl smiled silently, turned and left,

Crescent Moon stared at her back, thoughtful.

Turning around and returning to the apartment, there was a fairy-like beauty lying lazily on the big bed in the master bedroom, with brown curly hair messily spread on the pillow, and a slight blush floating on her tender and delicate face.

The posture is fairy-like, and the sleep is as stable as Mount Tai.

Crescent Moon watched and sighed softly.

Shen Lang was popular, but he actually attracted more criticism.

It's just that there are more people who like her than those who hate her, and those malicious things are suppressed.

The beauty in her vase is really pitiful. She has never done anything, but she has been turned into carbon for nothing.

"...What are you looking at?" A lazy and elegant voice drifted into her ears slowly.

The beauty on the bed opened her eyes at some point, staring at her quietly.

Crescent Moon's cheeks were hot.

"Just now I received an e-mail, Wang Meng's photo..."

"What's wrong?" Shen Fushui casually stood up and got dressed.

Yueya's eyes were complicated, and she said: "...he is dead."

Shen Lang paused slightly.

"Know who sent it?"

"No signature, no email address."

"..." Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly.

She probably knew who it was.

But why did he do it?

"…show me."

Crescent Moon handed the phone to her eyes.

Shen Lang paused slightly.

What came into view was a male corpse with a tragic death, his complexion was cold and pale, his pupils were loose and transparent, and slightly moist.

Shen Lang could tell that this person died not long ago, within an hour at most.

And this outfit...

(End of this chapter)