Chapter 762 Killer

"No." Murong Cheng hugged her tightly, "It's a kind of nerve drug, which will make people feel bored and irritable in a short period of time, and may also produce side effects of drowsiness, fatigue, and headache. I just don't want him to get you! Zizi , I can’t kill you, and there’s no reason to do that!”

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

She's dead, that's the truth.

"Even if I want you again, there is no need to kill you. I can kill Mu Zening! Then I will pursue you openly!"

"Then why did I die?" Mu Zi was still entangled in this.

If the drug didn't kill someone, how did she die?

Murong Cheng wiped the tears off her face, led her up and walked outside, "Come with me somewhere."

Mu Zi let him drag her out and get into the car.

She didn't know where the car was going, and she didn't ask. She stared blankly at the darkness outside the window, repeatedly recalling every sentence of Murong Cheng and every detail she found in the basement, trying to restore the truth.

But she finally found that no matter what the truth is, her death is inseparable from Murong Cheng.

Murong Cheng was worried about her, he supported the steering wheel with one hand, and held her hand firmly with one free hand, Mu Zi's fingers were cold.

The car drove for a long time, maybe two hours, maybe longer. Mu Zi wondered if she was still in Qingjiang now.

Finally they came to a car recycling plant, the lights of the factory building paled all around, and the scrap metal products reflected the cold light.

Murong Cheng rang the bell of the big iron gate outside, waited for a while, and saw a lame old man walking slowly on crutches from a distance through the big iron gate.

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

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng all the way in, bypassing the factory building in front, and pushed open another door, and further inside, there was a dark underground passage.

Bloody smell and musty smell rushed to the face, making people sick.

Mu Zi paused, vaguely guessing that this is the "torture chamber" of the Huo family.

Murong Cheng led her in, and explained: "The person who killed you was a killer sent by an uncle of the Huo family. He disguised himself as a waiter to get on the yacht, and then pushed you into the water while you were on the order, pretending to be an accidental fall." After Jiang’s accident, he dived and fled without being discovered by anyone, and he was not on the list of police investigations. This kind of professional killer is very strict, and it took me a while to get him to name the mastermind behind the scenes.”

The smell in the torture room was terrible, and even if the ventilation fan at the vent kept whistling and turning, the thick bloody smell still couldn't dissipate.

Fortunately, there were no screams.

Since Huo's family came down to peace, the execution room has been much quieter, and most of the prisoners are just hanging their last breaths.

Mu Zi kept her eyes straight, and tried not to look at the miserable conditions of the prisoners around her.

Until Murong Cheng stopped in front of one of the torture racks.

A person was tied to the iron frame, not so much a human being as a walking corpse: naked, dripping with blood, there was no piece of good meat, and needles were inserted in many places, delivering nutrient solution, presumably the torturers were worried about him will die too soon.

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

Someone poured a basin of ice water on the rack.

It's really ice water, with fine pieces of ice in the water.

The other party regained a little consciousness, like pressing a mechanical switch, and began to say without emotion: "... Second Uncle sent me there. He found out that the woman Huo Rong likes is Su Zi, and he wanted to tie Su Zi to threaten her." Huo Rong... Later I heard that Huo Rong invited a mage to perform rituals for Huo Shisan Shao's resurrection, but the second uncle changed his mind, women and brothers, he wanted to see how Huo Rong would choose..."

Mu Zi could imagine how many times this confession was tortured and recounted by hearing the tone of her voice without any ups and downs.