For inland cities without sea views, river view and mountainside villas are generally found in wealthy areas of the city.
Boss Ji's car slowly drove into the villa area of Linjiang in the city. This is a community that imitates formal property management in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Vehicles need to swipe their cards in and out, and security measures are very strict.
But no one knew that just two days ago, Liu Laoer was tied up like a rice dumpling, his mouth was gagged, and he was stuffed in the trunk and brought in.
In this community, Boss Ji is the boss of an international trade and investment company. He drives Mercedes-Benz in and out. The security guards of many properties regard him as a model of success. No one can guess the true identity of Boss Ji.
So there is no place safer than here. The privacy protection slogan advocated by the real estate company means that Boss Ji does many of his shady things here.
"Brother, are you here?"
Hearing the sound of the garage outside, the door of the villa was opened. Two sturdy young men came out of the house and helped Boss Ji open the car door.
"I told you not to dress like a gangster all day long. You are white-collar workers in the company. Damn it, you are all a bunch of people wearing dragon robes who don't look like princes."
Looking at his subordinates who were still wearing tight-fitting vests in the cold winter, with tattoos on their arms showing, Boss Ji couldn't help but frowned, and asked angrily: "How is it? Did that kid tell the truth?"
While letting Brother Ji into the room, a muscular man said cautiously: "Brother, I don't think what Liu Er said is a lie. When we went to the hotel, Bao must have just run away. Inside
The tea is still warm."
"Are you all fucking useless? Nan/Chang is such a big place. It's been almost three days and we haven't found anyone yet. How dare you say that?"
Boss Ji slapped the muscular man in front of him on the back of the head and said, "I'll ask Liu Lao Er again. I'm afraid that guy from Yanjing is not a good person. It would be troublesome if the news of my return leaks out!"
Although Boss Ji seems vulgar outside, the villa is decorated in a very simple and elegant way. There are no splendid decorations in the whole villa, and there are some famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.
There are actually some bamboos planted in the corner of the villa hall. If someone didn't know the true identity of Boss Ji, they would think that the owner of the villa is a literati who likes arty elegance.
But if Ye Tian were here, he would be able to see that the interior decoration of this villa implies the principles of Feng Shui. The Feng Shui gourd hanging at the door is also used to eliminate disasters.
After entering the living room, Mr. Ji went straight to a screen wall with calligraphy and paintings under the stairs. The muscular man in front of him took a step ahead. After removing the calligraphy and painting, a button like a light switch was revealed on the wall.
He reached out and pressed the switch, and a staircase extending downward quietly appeared on the ground under the screen wall. The wall lights inside were all voice-activated. When the secret door was opened, the lights also turned on.
"Boss, please..." The muscular man moved away.
"Damn it, call the chairman, how many times have I said this?" Boss Ji glared at his subordinates before entering the basement.
The depth of the basement far exceeds the storage room used by ordinary families. After walking down a full seven or eight meters, after opening a secret door, a living room with an area of seventeen or eight square meters appeared in front of it.
The walls around this living room are covered with various whips and instruments of torture. Boss Ji has been exposed to them since he was a child and copied all the things that the damn old man used.
In the middle of the living room, there is a wooden stake about two meters high. From the top to the bottom, there are dried brown blood stains everywhere. It is obvious that no one knows how many people have been tortured on it.
At this time, the person tied to the wooden stake was clearly Liu Laoer who was let go by Ye Tian.
Perhaps it was because he was already fat. Although he suffered the same torture as Bao Fengling, Liu Laoer was not as thin as Bao Fengling. This was also the main reason why he was caught following Boss Ji.
"Second brother, you and I have been together for many years, so you understand me."
Slowly walking to the wooden stake, Boss Ji coughed and said: "Brother has always been kind and righteous in doing things. I originally thought of taking my brothers north to rescue you, but I didn't know until I arrived in the capital that you had been let go by that man.
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But second brother, this is what’s wrong with you and Xiao Bao. Has Big Brother done anything to make you feel sorry for you? You didn’t go to me, but you still avoided Big Brother when you came to Nan/Chang?”
There was a trace of sadness on Boss Ji's face, he held up Liu Lao Er's chin with his hand, and said: "Tsk tsk, Lao Er, if you find the little bag, it won't look like this, right?"
Liu Laoer's face is now swollen like a fermented steamed bun, and there are only two gaps left in his originally big eyes. To find the most vivid adjective, it looks like a pig's head.
"I...I told you, boss...boss, just give me a good time!" Liu Laoer's voice sounded as angry as silk.
If he hadn't endured Ye Tian's inhuman torture in the past few months, Liu Laoer might have been unable to hold on long ago. At this time, there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and even the nails on his ten fingers were forcibly cut.
Pulled it out.
All of this was done by Boss Ji himself. When he was just sensible, he especially liked to listen to other people's screams. The construction of such a torture chamber deep underground was largely due to Boss Ji's desire to satisfy his perversion.
needs.
"Want to have fun? You can do it!"
The smile on Boss Ji's face turned sinister. He picked up a vise from the table next to the wooden pile, raised Liu Lao'er's right hand, and clamped it down hard on his little finger.
"ah……"
Following the sound of the bones being crushed, an inhumanly miserable cry rang out from Liu Laoer's mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, hitting Boss Ji's head and face.
"This tastes really good!"
Boss Ji wiped a handful on his face with his left hand, put it in front of his mouth and licked it with an intoxicated look. The two muscular men behind him couldn't help but feel a little creepy, "Are these still human beings?"
Seeing Liu Laoer's head drooping again, Boss Ji took action himself, picked up a bucket of cold water placed in the corner of the room, and poured it directly over Liu Laoer's head. The cold cold water made Liu Laoer shiver.
Wake up.
"Second brother, do you want to give you another chance?"
In fact, Boss Ji understands that everything Liu Lao Er knows has been revealed, but he enjoys the torturous pleasure. He even hopes that Liu Lao Er will grit his teeth and "don't tell me even to death!"
Half of Liu Laoer's tongue was bitten off by himself, and it was almost impossible to distinguish what he was saying in his hoarse voice. "Brother...brother, I...I've told you everything I know. Can...please give me a good time?"
After following Boss Ji for more than ten years, Liu Laoer knew the nature of his boss. He was a contradictory combination of low self-esteem and arrogance, as timid as a mouse and ruthless at the same time.
Liu Laoer once saw Boss Ji torture a man alive for twenty days. In order to test the eight torture methods of the Qing Dynasty, Boss Ji even bought a fishing net and gave it to the man on the eighteenth day.
Lingchi.
It's just that Boss Ji was not good at it. While he was having fun, he accidentally cut the blood vessels on the man's body and killed him in just two days.
"If you want to die, wait until I've had enough fun, boss!"
Boss Ji chuckled and walked around Liu Laoer. His eyes were like looking at a piece of art, and the other two people around him had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Let's go upstairs!"
Boss Ji clapped his hands and said to one person: "Inject him with some heroin and don't let him die. Damn it, it wouldn't be fun if he died."
After hearing what Boss Ji said, the muscular man trembled all over and said quickly: "Yes... yes, brother, I... I guarantee that he will not die!"
Seeing the horrified expressions on his men's faces, Boss Ji nodded with satisfaction. He deliberately did such a cruel act to his men, and he may not have meant to scare the monkeys.
Boss Ji has climbed up from the bottom of this society. He knows very well that any talk of benevolence, justice and morality to these subordinates is nonsense. The only way to make them fear you from the bottom of their hearts is to make them dare not commit betrayal.
After returning to the living room of the villa, the young man who drove Boss Ji said: "Boss, Bao Fengling hasn't been found yet. What if he reveals the news of your return to China and people from the capital come to find him?
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This man's surname is Lin, and his name is Lin Xuanyou. He is an orphan adopted by Boss Ji. Although he is young, he is full of bad intentions. He is a white paper fan in Boss Ji's group.
"Well, Xuanyou, I can't help but be careful about what you're talking about. I'll take a look at it!"
At this time, Boss Ji was no longer as crazy as he was in the basement, but looked cautious. After thinking for a moment, he took out a turtle shell the size of a baby's palm and three copper coins from the handbag placed on the sofa.
Zhou's technique was passed down from Zhou Dunyi in the Northern Song Dynasty. What they say is that those who understand the principles of yin and yang and the five elements, who understand the sky and whose surnames are related to people, are the best at divination and hexagrams.
Boss Ji had already matured when he got the magic secret book. Although he could not practice the related skills to match the magic, he had figured out some skills in divination.
Putting the turtle shell upside down on the coffee table, Mr. Ji muttered something in his mouth and sprinkled the three copper coins in his hand.
"Nine two, six, six three, nine five, Kan... Kan Gua?"
After seeing the hexagram, Mr. Ji couldn't help but change his expression. The ridge is water and the water is yin. This hexagram means that he is in danger, which is a bad hexagram.
"Dang!" Just when this hexagram was revealed, the Feng Shui gourd hanging at the door suddenly fell to the ground.
