This Guy is Wrong

Chapter 393: Blessed treasure from heaven (35)

Chapter 393 The Heavenly Blessed Treasure (35)

Tian Shengli died.

According to the investigation by the police, he should have drank the pesticide as alcohol after being drunk.

The thread seems to be broken here.

But before the police came, Chuzheng found a feather from Tian Shengli.

The black feathers, Chuzheng can be said to be very familiar.

Sang Meng that dog thing!

Chuzheng called the person who took Sang Meng away.

"Miss Chuzheng? Sang Meng? Ah...she was taken away by our professor, I don't know...the contact information of the professor? Wait...I'll look for it."

All kinds of pipes are spread on the ground, instruments are all around the room, and different data and lines are beating on them.

A huge transparent glass jar stands in the middle of the room.

A person curled up inside the glass jar.

Limbs and head, with various tubes inserted, staring at somewhere with a pale face.

This person is Sang Meng.

After she was taken to the laboratory, she went through various tortures.

is still brought here by the so-called professor.

In the room, there is another person, with his back to Sang Meng, doing something on the computer.

Sang Meng propped his body up and sat up, and the equipment in the room suddenly sounded an alarm.

Professor turned back and warned her: "You don't move."

Professor walked to the glass jar, looking at her up and down as if looking at commodities.

"When can you tell me what I want to know?"

A sneer appeared on Sang Meng's pale face.

"How did you do what I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, I have done everything according to your request."

"I will not tell you until the result." Sang Meng said: "Otherwise even if you kill me, I will not tell you."

Professor's face was a little bad.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Professor snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Sang Meng stared at the professor's back with sinister eyes.

Professor walked to the door, and suddenly came back backwards, his hands slowly raised.

Sang Meng was blocked by the professor and could not see there.

But intuition tells her that someone is coming...

"Chu...Miss Chuzheng." The professor looked nervously at the gun in Chuzheng's hand: "If you have something to say, be careful."

"boom-"

"what!"

Professor fell to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing.

Sang Meng saw the girl standing at the door.

Her face was as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pool, and she walked in step by step, like a king who came back to the world from the abyss.

"What did I warn you about?" Chuzheng walked up to the professor and looked down at him condescendingly.

You dare to attack a good person. Dog things have a long life, right?

Professor clutched his legs and shrank back in horror.

The words of this girl's warning are still in my ears.

At first he did keep his promise with her, but with his research and Sang Meng's bewitchment, he forgot about this promise.

He wanted to get more information from Sang Meng.

So I agree with Sang Meng's proposal...

"Chuzheng!" Sang Meng slammed into the glass jar with some strength, and the glass jar made a dull sound.

She clenched her fists with both hands, her face against the glass was slightly distorted, and her eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

"How do you know it was me?"

"I don't know." Chuzheng looked at her with a calm tone as if to say about today's weather: "I'm just here to try my luck."

After all, the black mist she saw was only seen here in Sang Meng.

As it turns out, her luck is not bad.

I heard the conversation between Sang Meng and the professor.

Although there is no explanation, it is not difficult to guess.

Sang Meng suddenly calmed down and sat back in the glass jar.

"Let me guess, you came here... Did something happen to your Chu Wu?"

"Haha, I won't let him die, don't worry, I will let him torture you."

No need to ask Chuzheng, Sang Meng said it happily.

"The darkness in his heart will be magnified infinitely, and no one can save him unless... you kill him."

"But are you willing to kill him?"

Sang Meng laughed viciously.

"You can't bear it, right? So... you can only torture each other."

"Even if you don't kill him, he will fall into a more terrifying situation because of those negative emotions, and finally..."

Sang Meng opened his hands and silently made a 'bang' mouth.

She laughed wildly.

She is a fallen angel, and what she is best at is how to completely release the darkness and desires of human beings.

"I'm having a hard time, so don't think about it, hahaha!"

There was only Sang Meng's abrupt laughter in the room, which was piercing.

After a long while, the laughter stopped, and Sang Meng clenched his fists against the glass and roared.

"Why aren't you afraid? What are you doing looking at me like that? You should be afraid! You should beg me!"

Sang Meng seemed to see the picture of Chuzheng kneeling on the ground begging her, and her heart was relieved.

"You are dreaming." Chuzheng interrupted Sang Meng's fantasy indifferently.

Sang Meng slammed the glass angrily, the tube on her body was shaken open by her, blood splashed on the glass, and her hand patted one **** handprint one by one.

"Then just watch him die! Hahaha!"

Chuzheng walked out of the building, the sky was drizzling, and the fog could not see far.

Someone came with an umbrella to block the rain.

"Miss Chuzheng..."

Chuzheng wiped the blood from her fingers with a clean handkerchief. She took the umbrella, and the handkerchief slipped from her fingers. In the rain, she fell to the ground and was stepped on by someone.

The man who handed the umbrella couldn't help shivering as he watched Chuzheng's retreating back.

This girl…

terrible.

Chuzheng returned home, the room was dark, Chuzheng did not turn on the light, and went directly to the bedroom.

"Baby?"

Chu Wu's hoarse voice sounded.

Snapped.

The bedroom lights are turned on, revealing the person on the bed.

Chu Wu's eyes were red and he looked at her with a pale face.

"Baby, what are you tying me for?"

When he woke up, he found himself bound.

No one answered him no matter what he called.