"Ni Feng, I really want to whip you! Let's get down to business, what's your analysis of Lan Ye's matter?" Wei Nuan decided to change the topic, and if the topic continued, the only one who would be pissed off was herself, Ni Feng, who was not enlightened.
, there is no way to communicate well at all, one-sided!
"There is a mole in Chaohua Building." This was said with certainty.
Wei Nuan's body froze, a mole? She had suspected that there was a mole, but the sisters in Chaohualou had all gone through adversities together, and had gone through rigorous tests. If there was a mole, she would be more sad than
Angry.
"What's the clue?"
"We're still waiting for the fox to show its tail. We can't scare the snake for the time being. Qingzhu knows this matter well. If the poster is worried, just go back and take a look."
"Well, we can't unjustly accuse a good person, and we can't let the mole go."
Now she is still worried about Lan Ye's condition. After so many days, she still doesn't know if Lan Ye has suffered any inhuman torture. Lan Ye's personality is the opposite of Qing Zhu's. Qing Zhu is steady and taciturn, while Lan Ye is a lively person.
Cheerful women, some are arrogant and some are impetuous.
I think the other party dug such a trap because they liked Lan Ye's temperament.
Wei Nuan's guess is not unreasonable. At this time, Lan Ye has indeed been subjected to inhuman torture. She is not dead yet and is still holding on. Although she wants to die countless times, the other party does not give her a chance at all.
The little opportunities made it very difficult for her to even commit suicide.
The dark and damp dungeon emitted waves of stench, mixed with the smell of blood, mud, rotting corpses, and other unknown smells. The mixture of these smells was extremely disgusting.
There is a person on a cross-shaped wooden stake. It is no longer clear whether he is a man or a woman. His hair covers most of his face. His clothes have long been turned into rags. The original color is hard to distinguish. They are all red.
The black one is the fresh blood stain, the red one is the old blood stain that has solidified or is scorched by the iron.
The most unsightly part of her body was her two palms. Her hands were not tied to wooden posts, but were nailed to the posts by a large iron nail. Both hands were
There are already signs of decay, and the pain is unimaginable.
The whole dungeon was silent, not even the sound of mice could be heard.
Suddenly, there were footsteps. Although they were very light, they could still be heard clearly in such a quiet environment. The footsteps were neat, but they probably weren't by one person. As the footsteps got closer and closer, three people wearing black
The cloaked man appears in the dungeon.
The three men in black cloaks are all exactly the same in terms of height, body shape, the way they walk, and the way they stand. It is extremely difficult to tell them apart, and it is impossible to know who has the most say among the three.
One of the people stepped forward, stretched out his finger and touched the neck of the man on the stake, feeling a faint beating, and said, "Still alive." The voice was very ordinary, and it was hard to remember after hearing it.
"Aren't you going to tell me? There are ways to make it impossible for you to survive or die. You can survive three days, four days, five days, but what about one month? What about two months? Can you still survive? Torture is not terrible.
, the terrible thing is the endless torture." The person speaking at this time was another person, but the voice was the same as the previous one. If it were not distinguished from the position of the person standing, there would be no way to know that the two sentences before and after were spoken by different people.