MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 65

Things crashed to the ground.

No one dared to pick it up, and the person who was hit didn't dare to say a word and didn't move. The study was extremely quiet, only the suppressed breathing of everyone could be heard.

At this moment, Lu Chong is like a ferocious beast that chooses and devours, no one knows who he will grab and tear up the next moment.

After a long time, Lu Chong closed his eyes. After all, he suppressed his anger, and said again: "I don't need you to talk about my private affairs, and it's not your turn to intervene. Whoever I like and hold in my arms is up to you." My own affairs. You do your own affairs well, and I will never treat you badly, but if anyone hits the idea on the people around me, then don't blame me for being rude. "

He said coldly and loudly: "Remember, this is a warning!"

Everyone responded.

"Go back, go back wherever you came from, do what you should do, don't say what you shouldn't, Ling Su stay."

Just as Ling Su was about to take a step, his face turned pale when he heard these words. He has always hoped to come to work with his husband, just like Liu Weizhi and Yishan, but his qualifications are too junior and he does not have that qualification. But now, it seemed that the opportunity had finally come, but he couldn't feel any excitement.

Lu Chong stared at Ling Su for a long time before saying, "Go to the villa next door. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out of the villa."

Judging from the information he got, this Ling Su had the most hostility towards Wen Cheng, although it was because he felt that Wen Cheng had harmed him, and now that he is better, this hostility should be eliminated, but Lu Chong was still worried. He wants to put this person under his nose and look at it for a while.

Ling Su murmured in agreement with a pale face.

After everyone went out, Lu Chong turned the swivel chair and closed his eyes tiredly facing the large glass window behind him. After a while, he said to himself: "Actually, I said something wrong, I didn't hold him in the In the palm of my hand, I made him sad time and time again, in fact, I was the one who hurt him the most, don't you think so, Ribs?"

After saying the name, Lu Chong was stunned for a moment, and looked around his feet, but there was no big cat. Yes, the big cat was gone, buried by himself three days ago.

And now, the cat's owner has once again been lost.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

An old-fashioned hanging clock in the study chimed one after another, a total of fourteen chimes, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Forty minutes to go.

Lu Chong felt that 2:40 must have some meaning, and the closer it was to that time, the more flustered he felt, as if a very terrible thing was happening, not happening to him, but happening to Luo Wencheng. However, he could only watch the time approaching minute by minute, but he couldn't do anything.

In a county under Haining, the County Maternal and Child Health Hospital, because of the martial law throughout the city, travel needs to undergo strict inspections. There are very few people here today, and the nurses chatted a little bored.

A middle-aged man with a gentle and elegant appearance walked in, and the nurse at the triage desk stood up: "President Li, aren't you resting today?"

"It's okay to stay at home, how many pregnant women are there today?"

"Only two."

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." Dean Li said with a smile, and walked to his lounge.

He is the most well-known doctor in the Maternal and Child Health Hospital and concurrently serves as the vice president of the hospital, but he put his lounge next to the delivery room, so that he can rush there in time if an accident occurs.

After swiping his card to enter the door, he locked the door, closed the curtains, and pushed open the sofa for resting. There was actually a small side door behind him. When this door was opened again, it was a staircase extending downward. The further down he went, the brighter the light , Below turned out to be a small laboratory-like space.

No one would have imagined that there would be such an existence under the delivery room of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital.

The laboratory is a bit crudely furnished, with all kinds of instruments placed here and there. Obviously, they were put into use in advance while they were still under construction. A white man in a white coat and a man of yellow race were doing something to the computer, while the person in front of them In a glass compartment, a person was sitting on a chair, his hands and feet were fixed, and a strange and huge white instrument was covering his head.

"Has Professor De Lang gained anything?" Dean Li asked as he walked over.

The old white man with messy blond hair turned his head and said cheerfully in English: "It's great, this experimental subject is great, he is very sensitive to my medicine, and the effect is great!"

"Is it the medicine that acts on the human brain?"

"Yes, you know that the human brain is very complicated. If you want to control a person, you know, we generally use methods such as hypnosis, but there are very few senior hypnotists, and depending on the different situations of different subjects, the effect of hypnosis Often also uncertain.

"But if we can completely erase a person's self-consciousness and turn it into a blank sheet of paper, then it is very easy to paint on this blank sheet of paper at that time."

Professor De Lang said with a flutter of hands and feet, "Do you know this experimental subject? After I gave him the medicine, all his emotions disappeared, joy, sadness, pain, sadness, all gone, only one , That's anger. It seems to be a robot, any stimulus, language, text, pattern, dynamic picture, all can't make his brain respond, except for anger, this is simply amazing! "

Dean Li gave an exaggerated "Oh" in a very face-saving way: "That's the one, you gave it to dozens of people, but it turned them into idiots, the drug that was almost given up?"

A trace of displeasure appeared on Professor DeLang's wrinkled face, but he quickly laughed: "Yes, it's the medicine, but this time it's different, and it will definitely succeed this time!"

Dean Li also laughed. This Professor Delang is a scumbag. He has a genius brain and invented various medicines. Most of those medicines have magical and special effects, but they also have great effects. Side effects require repeated experiments and screening before they can be put into use.

At first, experiments were only done on animals, but the results were very different from those on humans. This old man thought it was a waste of time and his precious efforts, so he proposed to directly test on humans. do experiments. Over the years, his laboratory has been established in those gray areas abroad, where just giving a piece of bread can make people voluntary, or it is easy to coax them into being experimental subjects, where no one will care if there is one more person or one less.

The experimental subjects that passed through his hands basically had no good end, those who died on the spot were fine, those half-dead were the most painful, and some even had to be tortured alive for many years before they could die.

But what does that matter? The special effect of the medicine made by Professor De Lang determines that there are benefactors who are willing to provide conditions for his behavior.

It stands to reason that Professor De Lang would never dare to come to China to do such a thing. But the proportion of people of the yellow race in his experimental body is too small, especially the proportion of Chinese people is too small, Professor De Lang wants such an experimental body crazily.

The benefactor behind him, the boss of the boss behind Dean Li, didn't know whether he had no choice but to agree with his idea. This time, he used some official name to send Professor Delang to Huaguo. , mainly to investigate whether such a laboratory can be established in Huaguo.

Dean Li's laboratory here was prepared a few years ago just for this day.

But Dean Li never expected that they would be so daring, and only a few days after arriving in Haining, they actually caught a person, and he was also a person who could turn the whole city upside down.

Dean Li's face was a little gloomy, but he had to listen to his boss and cooperate with this Professor De Lang. They were on the same boat now.

Dean Li looked at the person wearing a hood and receiving various stimuli in the glass cubicle. Although he couldn't see the face, it could be seen from the body sitting there and the hands tied to the armrest that this was an outsider. Very good people in condition. Thinking that the city was full of wind and rain because of this person, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

He asked Professor DeLang what he was going to do next, and would he continue the experiment like this?

"Yes, continue to take drugs and add various stimuli. I will eliminate his last anger, turn him into a person who cannot respond emotionally or behaviorally to any stimuli, and then hypnotize him. It will go very smoothly, and at that time, he will become the most obedient tool." Professor De Lang said triumphantly. "He will do whatever you want him to do? Just imprint in his mind that he must obey orders absolutely."

Dean Li asked: "Then is his memory still there?"

"Of course it is. I haven't erased his past, I haven't erased his identity. From the outside, he is still the same person as before, but his heart and thoughts have completely become my slaves. In this way It's perfect, isn't it?"

Dean Li frowned: "His background is very deep, and the person behind him is not something we can provoke."

Professor De Lang said excitedly: "Isn't that better? This person has received a good education, has a very beautiful skill, a shrewd mind, a clean identity, and at the same time has a strong background. This is what he carries himself. Wouldn’t it be a pity to erase these unique values?”

"Are you sure he won't remember what you did to him?"

Dean Li still feels very unreliable, is it that simple? Catch a person here and brainwash and transform him, make him completely obedient, and retain his memory and identity, and then let him out, and become a puppet controlled by his original identity. Unknowingly, cheating?

Professor De Lang laughed and said, "So this experimental subject is really perfect. I succeeded halfway in less than a day. As long as I find another excellent hypnotist, don't worry, there will be no problems, isn't it?" Are Chinese people really special?"

Professor De Lang's eyes swept over Dean Li nakedly, and Dean Li smiled and let him look at himself.

He knew that this old guy didn't dare to touch him. They had just arrived in Haining, and he was the only one in this city who could cover and help them. Without him, these two people couldn't last one more day in Haining.

Dean Li glanced at the person who was operating in front of the computer.

"Zhang Qingsong, the whole city is looking for you now."

Zhang Qingsong is the person Luo Wencheng is following. He has a very upright and energetic name, but his whole person is ordinary and has no characteristics. Hearing this, he turned around and showed a face that was bruised and swollen, and smiled: "It doesn't matter." , As long as I don’t go out, it’s fine, so I still have to trouble you, Dean Li, in the future. It’s enough to provide us with food and water, and we already have all the equipment and medicine.”

Dean Li snorted softly, at this moment, the young man who had been sitting there quietly suddenly moved. He struggled frantically with his hands and feet, but he couldn't move because he was tied up, his upper body curled up, and he let out a shrill scream, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The three of them were startled. Professor De Lang immediately asked Zhang Qingsong what he had done, and Zhang Qingsong hurriedly said, "I didn't do anything!"

Professor De Lang immediately rushed over and took off the hood, revealing the young man's pale, sweaty, handsome face. His face was tilted to one side, his neck drooped weakly, his lips were blue and purple, and his eyes were closed and motionless.

Professor De Lang checked his pulse and breath, and jumped up: "Dead! How is it possible? How could he die?"

Instead, Dean Li breathed a sigh of relief, it was a big trouble, it would be better if he died. He laughed: "Anyway, this is not the first experimental subject to die under your hands, so don't be so excited."

"Anyone can die, but he can't! The experiment is already half done. If he's dead, where can I find a more suitable experimental subject!"

But he couldn't find the test subject. His project about the human brain was definitely aborted. In fact, this project itself was a semi-aborted project, which had been put on hold for many years. So he found this test subject. The excitement can be imagined.

But he has always been careful, how could this person die suddenly?

Zhang Song suddenly remembered something: "When I was fighting with him yesterday, he almost killed me, but suddenly he seemed to have a heart attack, so I found a chance."

"You idiot, why didn't you say it earlier!" Professor De Lang cursed, "No, he can't die, bring that medicine."

"Professor, which medicine do you want to use?" Zhang Qingsong said in astonishment.

"Go!" Professor De Lang scolded, then turned to Dean Li and said, "Get ready for the operating room!"

Dean Li frowned: "He's already dead." And this is the Maternal and Child Health Hospital. As a Maternal and Child Health Hospital next to the county hospital, the equipment here is simply not enough for such a rescue operation.

"Just because the heart stops, it doesn't mean he's dead. If he isn't ready within five minutes, he will really die!"

Professor De Lang said as he tore off the restraints on the young man, moved him to the ground and started cardiac compressions, and shouted at Dean Li, "Hurry up! Do you know how much this project will bring to the boss if it is successful?" Interest? If this experimental subject is disabled, I will blame all the responsibility on you."

Dean Li frowned tightly, looking at the yellow-haired old man with a gloomy expression. Although he hated this threat very much, he had to admit that he was afraid.

In the eyes of those who are superior, there are not so many reasons that hinder their interests, make them unhappy, and they will make others unhappy. He doesn't want to be a scapegoat who will be pushed out at that time.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's fourteen forty, and within five minutes, I will prepare everything, but if this person is still dead, then don't blame me."

Luo Wencheng was in a daze. He still remembered that he followed the man to the underground passage, and then he was stunned because of the heart that suddenly fell off the chain, but he was not completely unconscious. He could feel that the man called someone to transport him to another place.

They fed him don't know what medicine, tied him to a chair, put a lot of patches on his head, and put a helmet on him. They seemed to be using that thing to stimulate his brain, and they said they were going to use him for some experiments.

Luo Wencheng then vaguely realized that he must have been taken to Fang Bude's lair.

He was angry and unwilling, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't control his body at all. He seemed to be trapped in a small place, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't make any sound. After roaring and cursing silently, he was tired and calmed down. He was waiting for that lunatic Fang Bude this time What will be done to him?

But he has nothing to fear in his heart, he is dying anyway, so what is there to be afraid of?

But he waited for a long time, but there was no movement. He couldn't control his body, but he still felt it. He only felt that he was tied to the chair, and then he sat there all the time, as if he was forgotten. He wondered, what is this doing?

Minutes and seconds passed, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a burst of crushing pain in his heart, and he was finally able to scream out. The terrible pain lasted for more than ten seconds, and after it finally stopped, Luo Wencheng could no longer feel his body, and he knew that he might be dead.

He tried his best to get himself here, but he died before the experiment started. Fang Bude would probably vomit blood in anger. Thinking about it this way is somewhat comforting.

After a while, Luo Wencheng found that he hadn't changed much. He seemed to be still trapped in some unknown place. He couldn't see, hear, speak, or feel anything, but he didn't dissipate either. Death Was it like this afterward?

He was puzzled, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and finally, another cheer came from his ear: "He's alive! He's alive!"

Luo Wencheng was surprised, did he live? how is this possible? !

But he did hear voices and feel his own body, which was so weak and heavy that he couldn't move a single finger.

Someone parted his eyelids and shone the harsh flashlight light on his pupils, and he blinked involuntarily, and the pleasant voice in his ear became even more pleasant.

Luo Wencheng blinked weakly, and vaguely saw two shadowless lights above his head, and a few people standing not far away, and they were talking enthusiastically. He recognized two of them, one was the man he had almost killed while he was following him all the way, and the other had messy yellow hair, it was no doubt Fang Bude.

Luo Wencheng had only one thought, which was to go down and kill that person, but he couldn't move, heaviness and sleepiness surged like a sea tide, he struggled a bit, and was forced to fall into a lethargic sleep.

After this drowsiness, he came to a place again, which was different from the invisible and intangible place before. This time, the space was filled with blue light, which was very soft.

Luo Wencheng seemed to be floating in the air. Looking around, he saw a glowing screen in front of him. The bright blue light in this space was emitted from this screen.

"Hello, target." A cold electronic voice suddenly sounded.

Luo Wencheng was very familiar with this voice, it was the voice that brought him back to life and helped him save Lu Chong.

"It's you, you are that voice? Where is this place? Why am I still alive?" Luo Wencheng asked, although it was a question, but neither his tone nor his heart was too curious. The effect of the drug, but that he lost his normal emotions after waking up from the car accident.

This kind of hope seems very ethereal, but after a person completely loses hope, he will become world-weary and indifferent, and nothing will arouse his interest anymore. For Luo Wencheng, the only thing he has left is indeed Get rid of negative emotions like anger.

"Hello target, I am the system that changes fate for you. You can call me the system directly. You are already dead, but because of my existence, you have three chances to be resurrected. This is the third time. If this Once you die again, it is a complete death, so please cherish this life."

"The third time? Isn't it the second time?" Luo Wencheng asked.

"That's because I have sealed up a piece of your memory according to the regulations, and now I can return it to you."

After the voice said this sentence, Luo Wencheng felt a strong suction force, and when the scene changed, he appeared in a room. This room looked familiar, and it took him a while to realize that it was the room he used to be in the Luo family.

With a click, the door was opened from the outside, and a teenager walked in, threw himself on the bed, and began to sigh.

Luo Wencheng's eyes widened, because he recognized who this person was, wasn't this person himself? It was my younger self.

"Hey, it's so annoying, I'm not allowed to go this way, and I'm not allowed to go that way, what's the fun of being just Haining?" The young man lay on the bed and complained sullenly.

Luo Wencheng thought about it for a while, and remembered to look at the layout of the room again, and remembered that this should be when he was fifteen years old.

At that time, he really wanted to leave Haining and go to other places to play, but neither Luo Kaifang nor Luo Wenhao would allow it.

Those two men never allowed him to leave Haining, they could play whatever they wanted and be crazy in Haining, but they just didn't let him leave the city. They said to leave Haining, if he got into trouble, the two of them would not care, only Haining is the safest place.

Luo Wencheng understood their intentions and was very depressed at the same time. Being extremely bored, he and Zhao Jiandong and others developed all kinds of food, drink and entertainment to pass the time.

"Hello." Suddenly a cold electronic voice sounded in the room, Luo Wencheng was startled, and seeing the young himself on the bed was also startled, and said in a slightly immature voice: "Who is talking?"

"Hi, I'm here to change your fate. I don't have a name. You can call me System."

"Change fate? System?" The young Luo Wencheng turned over and sat up, looked left and right, and then began to search the room, muttering, "Could it be that my father and elder brother see me as bored and play pranks on me?"

The cold voice said: "You don't need to look for it, you can't find mine, I have no entity."

The boy Luo Wencheng pricked up his ears and listened, and found that the sound was very three-dimensional, and it didn't seem like it was coming from any direction, but he still searched the room and sat down by the bed after finding nothing.

"You really didn't come out of my father or elder brother? What the **** are you?" The boy was not afraid at all, and suddenly such an inexplicable voice appeared in the room, and he didn't show much fear. More It's a novelty.

"I am here to help you change your destiny. You will be imprisoned at the age of eighteen. After three years in prison, you will return to society, homeless and helpless. After suffering and being framed, you will finally die in three years. He died tragically when he was eleven years old." The voice said calmly.

"Nonsense." The young Luo Wencheng raised his eyebrows. "My family is the richest man in Haining. My father and my brother are the most powerful people in Haining. How could it be possible for me to be imprisoned and die miserably? Do you mean that the Luo family will die in the next three years?" Lost quickly during the year?"

He didn't believe it at all, and felt again that the voice must be a prank.

The voice did not fluctuate because of being questioned, and he still said calmly and coldly: "I can't provide too much information, but if you want to change your destiny, you must believe me."

"Really? But if you want me to believe you, you have to come up with something that convinces me, right? You just ran out of nowhere and said that I would die miserably in the future, and you want me to believe you. You don't lie like this to fool fools." The young man Luo Wencheng didn't believe the voice at all, and leaned against the desk, holding an earphone cable in his hand, flicking and flicking it leisurely.

The voice fell silent, and after a while he said, "How can you trust me?"

The young man Luo Wencheng thought for a while: "Since you are some kind of system, you can predict my fate and help me change it, then it must be very powerful? Then do you have any special skills? For example, take me to shuttle time and space."

The voice fell silent again: "My energy is limited, and I can only travel through ten years."

"Is it really possible? Ten years is ten years, so let's try."

The voice asked him whether he wanted to go to the first ten years or the next ten years, and he thought for a while with a serious face: "You said that I will be very miserable in the future, so what will I do after ten years? You send me back Ten years ago."

"It's fine to send you back, but you must guarantee two things."

"you say."

"First, you can't do anything to change the trajectory of your life, so it's best to stay away from the environment you lived in when you were a child. Second, you can't get hurt in the past, especially life-threatening injuries. After crossing, I have the most remaining energy It can save your life and send you back to the present. If you are really seriously injured and dying, I will run out of energy after sending you back, so I can only enter a dormant state and block all your memories about me."

The young Luo Wencheng said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I promise you, I promise everything."

"Do you want to cross now?"

"OK."

"The time travel is about to begin. Please lie down on the bed. After returning to the past, you can only stay for three months at most. If you want to come back, you can come back anytime. After you come back, it will still be at this time."

The boy Luo Wencheng lay down on the bed according to his words. He still thought it was a prank and felt no tension. He was still wondering what the other party had prepared for him ten years ago.

However, the next moment, he disappeared on the bed.

Luo Wencheng saw the empty bed below, expressionless. He is sure that this memory is not in his mind. If this scene is true, and such a thing really happened when he was fifteen years old, it can only prove that after traveling back, he has changed himself The trajectory of life, or suffered a fatal injury.

The next moment, the things in front of him reversed again, and came to the outdoors at night, outside the Luo family villa, judging from the old iron gates, railings, and street lights, he should have followed his young self once. Time travel, that is to say, back to when I was five years old.

"Oh my God!" With an exclamation, Luo Wencheng saw his fifteen-year-old self standing around the corner. He looked at everything in front of him in surprise, touched around, "Oh my God, I really came here ten years ago." Before, who did you not lie to me?"

The voice said coldly: "Please remember, don't do anything that may change the trajectory of your life, and don't let yourself get hurt." Then there was no voice.

Only the boy Luo Wencheng was left standing alone. In the quiet night, on the quiet street, he was the only one. He stayed there for a long time, and seemed to finally accept this Arabian Nights-like fact.

He walked around the villa, wanting to go into the villa to have a look, but worried that if he was not careful, his life would be changed. This system seems to be really powerful, so he said that after the age of eighteen, he would be unlucky all the way to death, that should be true. He didn't want to live like that, and he didn't want to have that kind of ending, so naturally he couldn't lose the system.

He walked half a circle around the villa in a murmur, and was about to leave when a suppressed cry came from a room on the second floor, followed by a woman's curse: "It's useless to make you cry, cry again!" Things! You are not my son, get out of here!"

Then the sliding door facing the balcony was opened, and a woman came out holding a child by his ear, pinching his ear and shaking it back and forth. The child stumbled and was pulled so that he couldn't stand still. Then the woman let go and gave the child a hard push. The child fell to the ground. She went up and kicked it a few times. She went into the room and poured a basin of water on the child. body, and then closed the door: "stay outside for me tonight."

The child was whimpering, but he didn't dare to cry loudly. He hugged himself into a ball and shivered.

Luo Wencheng, a young man outside the villa, watched silently, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists for a while, lowered his head, and kept saying to himself: "Luo Wencheng, hold back, don't be impulsive, you can't go, and you can't help him, you have to save the opportunity , Change your fate after you go back.”

And Luo Wencheng, who was floating in the air, looked indifferently at the child on the balcony. That was himself at the age of five. The woman just now was He Mei, his mother, or the adoptive mother who took him away from his biological parents.

He Mei died when he was five or six years old. Before that, he was abused by He Mei day after day. He can't remember many details. If you tell about the abuse, he won't remember if he will be thrown out of the house.

He only vaguely remembered that at that time he was very unhappy every day, and there were always many wounds on his body covered by clothes, but he dared not tell anyone, and no one else in the Luo family found out about it.

At this time, in the room next to the child, the door was opened, and a teenager came out, looking at the child curled up on the balcony on the other side through the hollow carved wall, showing a mocking smile.

Luo Wenhao!

In an instant, Luo Wencheng understood everything. That's right, living in the same house, even with rooms next to each other, how could He Mei abuse him and Luo Wenhao didn't notice it? He knows it, and takes pleasure in it.

Even Luo Kaifang probably knew about it, but Luo Kaifang only valued the eldest son born of his first wife, and looked down on the youngest son born by the mistress's superior stepmother.

Luo Wencheng looked at the scene in front of him like a satirical film, and thought that he was still chasing Luo Wenhao and calling him big brother for more than ten years, and felt that he was really ridiculous.

Fifteen-year-old Luo Wencheng didn't realize all this, he lowered his head for a while, rubbed his red eyes, turned and left without looking up again. He wanted to save his five-year-old self, to give him courage, to cheer him up, but he couldn't do that, he could only leave.

Luo Wencheng followed slowly, looking at the dejected self in front of him.

At this time, Haining was not very prosperous. There were no people on the road at night, and suddenly it began to rain. The young Luo Wencheng was in a bad mood, so he didn't pay much attention to the road. He walked all the way and came to a poor area.

He didn't know where this was, but Luo Wencheng did, it was the edge of Beicheng. At this time, many poor people lived in Beicheng. The houses they rented were either dilapidated one-story bungalows or shacks they built at will. The conditions were very difficult, so they were jokingly called slums.

The boy Luo Wencheng hesitated and wanted to turn his head and go back. There were no street lights here, only dilapidated and uneven houses. The ground was wet with rain, and it looked particularly dirty. It seemed that something unexpected would rush out of the shadows at any time.

However, at this moment, there was a burst of cursing from somewhere: "Let you run, run again, and run again will break both of your legs!"

This scolding sound was so similar to when He Mei abused her childhood self, the young Luo Wencheng hesitated for a moment, and cautiously rubbed it over.

It was a small courtyard with three bungalows next to each other. From the room on the far right, there were sounds of punching and kicking and men yelling angrily, but there were no cries or begging for mercy.

After a while, they opened, and a strong man came out carrying something like a rope, turned around and locked the door, then threw the things in his hand on the ground, and walked into the room on the far left.

Young Luo Wencheng looked through the courtyard wall built of wood and masonry, and saw that the thing thrown on the ground was not a rope or a soft whip, but a hard steel whip made of many steel wires twisted together, and it was covered with bright red. The bloodstains were soaked by the drizzle, and the blood flowed down.

He covered his mouth all of a sudden, and squatted there without daring to move. He didn't dare to stand up cautiously until he confirmed that the strong man hadn't come out again after entering the room.

I don't know if it was out of curiosity, compassion, or simply because the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He didn't leave, but wanted to see who was being beaten in the room on the far right.

Then he found a small window, moved a few stones to cushion the corners, and leaned on the edge of the window to look in. Luo Wencheng also floated behind him, and followed him to look in, through the thin rain curtain, by the faint In the moonlight, you can see that there is a person lying on the ground limply. Judging from his figure, he should be a teenager.

About fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were blindfolded, his mouth was blocked by a rag, his hands were tied behind his back, and his left leg was twisted strangely. His body was **** from the beating, and he fell to the ground motionless. If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest during breathing, he would have been dead.

Luo Wencheng was stifled, even though the light was dim, even though the distance was a little far, even though the person was still blindfolded, he still recognized at a glance that the person inside was Lu Chong.

Lu Chong in his youth.