Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

"No." Murong Cheng hugged her tightly. "It's a neurological drug that can make people feel bored and irritable in a short time. It may also cause side effects such as groggy, fatigue and headache. I just don't want him to get you! , I cannot kill you, and there is no reason to do that!"

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

She died, this is the fact.

"Even if I think about you again, there is no need to kill you. I can kill Mu Zening! Then I will pursue you with integrity!"

"Then why should I die?" Mu Zi still struggled with this.

If the drug does not cause death, how did she die?

Murong Cheng wiped the tears from her face and led her to get up and walk outside, "Come with me somewhere."

Mu Zi allowed him to pull himself out and get into the car.

She didn't know or asked where the car was going. She stared blankly at the darkness outside the window, recalling every word Murongcheng and every detail she found in the basement in her mind, trying to restore the truth.

But she finally found that no matter what kind of truth, her death could not be separated from Murong Cheng.

Murong Cheng was worried about her, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and freeing a hand to hold her hand firmly, Mu Zi's fingers were stiff.

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

Finally, they came to a car recycling plant. The lights in the workshop turned pale, and the old metal products reflected cold light.

Murong Cheng rang the bell of the big iron gate outside and waited for a while. He saw a lame old man from a distance across the big iron gate, walking slowly over with a cane.

The old man should know Murong Cheng. After seeing him, he opened the courtyard door without asking.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng all the way in, bypassing the factory building in front, and then opened a door, and further in, it was a dark underground passage.

The smell of blood and musty rushed to the face, which was disgusting.

Mu Zi paused, vaguely guessing that this was the "torture room" of the Huo family.

Murong Cheng led her in and explained: "The one who killed you was a killer sent by an uncle of the Huo family. He disguised as a waiter and got on the yacht. Then he pushed you into the water while you were alone, pretending to be an accidental fall. Jiang dived and escaped after the accident. He was not found by anyone and was not on the list of police investigations. This kind of professional assassin was very strict. It took me a while to get him to tell the messenger behind the scenes."

The smell in the torture room was terrible, even if the ventilation fan of the vent kept whirring and whirring, the heavy blood still could not dissipate.

Fortunately, there was no scream.

Since Huo’s family was peaceful, the torture room was quite quiet, and most prisoners just hung their last breath.

Mu Zi did not 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 frames.

There is a person tied to the iron frame. It is not so much a person as a walking dead: naked, **** and not a good piece of meat, needles are inserted in many places, and nutrient solutions are transported. It must be the tormentor who is worried about him. Will die too fast.

"Let him speak." Murong Cheng told the people in the execution room.

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

It is really ice water, with finely crushed ice in the water.

The other party regained some consciousness, just like pressing a mechanical switch, and began to say without emotion: "...I was sent by my second uncle. He found that the woman Huo Rong liked was Su Zi, and wanted to tie Su Zi to threaten him. Huo Rong... Later, I heard that Huo Rong had hired a mage to resurrect Huo Shisanshao. Second Uncle changed his mind. Woman and brother, he wanted to see how Huo Rong chooses..."

Listening to Mu Zi's lack of ups and downs, he could imagine how many times this confession had been tortured and told how many times.