827. Chapter 827 There are many doubts about the mother 5
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When Luo Xi woke up, she felt like she was in a bumpy car, with her hands and feet tied tightly. She struggled a few times, but unfortunately she couldn't move.
She opened her eyes, just as the car stopped, her body was dragged out, passed through a long corridor and a door, and finally was thrown to the cold ground.
Finally, Luo Xi closed her eyes tiredly and passed out again.
When I woke up again, I had no idea how much time had passed because there was no reference or clock.
Someone pulled her hair, she opened her eyes and found Miyai Moto with a plaster on her left hand standing in front of him.
"thing."
Luo Xi slowly closed her eyes, too lazy to respond.
The other party didn't ask any more questions.
Another half hour passed.
Luo Xi felt a cold feeling on her back, and someone was applying something to her. Before she could react, she felt a stinging pain on her spine.
The pain was so heartbreaking that she broke into a cold sweat!
Someone mercilessly scratched her skin with a sharp knife. After a burst of heart-breaking pain, she felt something implanted in her skin. Luo Xi struggled fiercely, but both hands were covered by both sides.
Personally press and hold.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't move. She could only grit her teeth and endure the pain.
Miyai Moto looked at her condescendingly, as if he was looking down on a little ant like her: "This is a tracker with a time bomb attached. You can't make it yourself. From now on, just stay here."
, Otherwise, I guarantee that your life will be worse than death!"
"Bah! Kill me if you can!"
"You want to die before you get the thing? Haha... Do you think I wasted my time on you just to see you, a little bitch, die?" Miyai Moto gave her a slap in the face.
The person who implanted the tracker with the time bomb attached to her was still trying to stop the bleeding and suture the wound. Luo Xi's lips turned white from the pain and she broke into a cold sweat.
Although the whole process lasted less than four minutes, without any anesthesia, the skin was cut and things were implanted, and then stitched up again and again. The pain was not something that ordinary people could withstand.
Then, he made the call.
In Tokyo, there is basically no news that he cannot get.
Someone went to his high school to investigate information about their class. Miyai Moto had a sinister smile on his face. How could he not get any information?
Gu Shaocheng's cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, abruptly interrupting his conversation with the rest of the room.
He squinted at the unfamiliar number and pressed the answer button.
"Is this Mr. Gu?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone. Although he was not in front of him, Gu Shaocheng seemed to be able to hear the obvious arrogance in the other person's tone.
"I am."
"I have long heard that Mr. Gu has come to Tokyo. I have nothing else to do. I just want to invite Mr. Gu out for a cup of tea. I wonder if Mr. Gu would appreciate it?"
"Miyai Honmo? I have admired my name for a long time."
The other party chuckled: "Haha, Mr. Gu's name is so famous. The young and promising head of the Gu family has long wanted to see his true appearance. Now this opportunity is rare."