Ma'am, it's a million times more violent today.

Xiang Wenning was standing at the door, holding up his mobile phone, looking at everything in the basement. Although his face was cold, a tsunami seemed to surge in his heart.

She didn't want things to be as she thought, but she couldn't help but think about that.

Finally, after taking a deep breath for an unknown amount of time, she finally had the courage to take a step and walked in.

When approaching, Xiang Wenning realized that the situation was worse than what he saw at the door.

The back of the electric chair was originally patterned, but now those patterns have become blurred, which is the result of sweating and extreme body tremors and twisting for an unknown amount of time.

There is no intact place on the armrest. The dense and intricate nail prints on it, as well as the brown dried blood, are enough for Xiang Wenning to imagine how much pain the person sitting on this chair was going through. and torture.

Xiang Wenning couldn't help reaching out and gently touching the marks on the chair.

She is not a person who loves to cry, no matter in the previous life or in this life, even if she was lying on the operating bed in the last life and learned that her heart was about to be taken away alive, and that everything she had always cherished was a deception, she Never thought of crying.

But at this moment, a great sadness surged from the bottom of her heart to the tip of her nose and the sockets of her eyes.

Xiang Wenning's hands were clenched together suddenly, and he closed his eyes.

She took deep breaths desperately, hoping to calm herself down in this way, but as soon as she closed her eyes, the image of this chair couldn't help appearing in her mind.

Even, she could clearly see the scene of sitting on this chair and being subjected to electric shocks over and over again.

That kind of heart-piercing pain, that deep-rooted feeling that life is worse than death... I feel so empathetic.

Xiang Wenning opened his eyes again, and his gaze fell on the projector behind the chair.

After a pause, Xiang Wenning walked over with vain steps, trembling to press the switch of the projector.

Fortunately, after so long, the projector can still be used.

When the light came on, a shocking picture immediately appeared on the projection screen.

Rao is a group of people like Xiang Wenning who are stable no matter what they encounter. When they saw the picture on the curtain, they couldn't help but drop their mobile phones to the ground.

That's Shen Xingchen!

On the screen, Shen Xingchen was tied to the electric chair, his bare upper body was covered with electrodes, and his head was also wearing an electrode headgear. The electric shocks struck again and again, and the current hit over and over again. She saw that Shen Xingchen's body was shocked by the powerful The electric current struck and began to become stiff and distorted. Seeing Shen Xingchen's usual pair of coquettish and mysterious sleeping phoenix eyes, he stared wide open, and his eyeballs protruded, as if they were about to burst out of their eye sockets.

He raised his head in pain, and the veins on his forehead, temples, and neck were exposed one by one, full of blood red and iron blue.

He gritted his teeth, twisted his body to endure the pain, and let out a series of screams that were not human-like.

With a sound, Xiang Wenning's heart seemed to stop beating.

It was as if a blunt knife that had been poisoned was cutting her heart one by one, leaving bloody and bloody cuts.

His hands were constantly alternating between bending and straightening, and his nails were embedded in the wooden armrests, leaving a series of bloodstains, which was shocking.

Xiang Wenning's tears finally flowed down, and his body seemed to be exhausted at this moment, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

She looked at the picture recorded on the screen, just looking at it, and it hurt so much. What about Shen Xingchen who had experienced this personally?

pain!
My heart hurts so bad I can't breathe.

Xiang Wenning could only stretch out his hand to caress the position of his chest.

She never knew that Shen Xingchen had suffered such pain before.

The picture in front of her was played over and over again, filling her brain, and what echoed in the entire basement was Shen Xingchen's heart-piercing pain and wailing. Xiang Wenning was in it, as if she saw Shen Xingchen sitting in the electric chair in front of her. , was completely submerged.

The sky is getting darker and darker, from leaden gray in the evening to dark blue, like a huge darkness, covering the whole earth in darkness and depression.

The stench of the sea water and the smell of blood that has been deposited for many years are intertwined to make people sick.

Xiang Wenning was like a walking dead, sitting with his arms folded against the wall with his eyes blank.

The projector was still playing the painful pictures of Shen Xingchen experiencing electric shocks again and again, and bowed his head to Wenning. Even if he didn't need to look at them, those pictures had already been deeply engraved in his mind and bone marrow.

Never forget.

Just like that, after sitting for an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden rustling of light footsteps in the quiet air.

Xiang Wenning didn't raise his head, didn't move, and sat still so quietly.

Until, the sound of footsteps came to her and stopped.

Shen Xingchen looked down at Xiang Wenning, he had never seen her like this before.

The always cold, aloof, wise, calm and indifferent Xiang Wenning he knew seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, she is fragile and fragile, like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll.

Shen Xingchen didn't look at the images played on the projector, because he had personally experienced those images, and those experiences and pains could not be described in just a few or dozens of frames.

He just squinted his eyes and stared deeply at Xiang Wenning.

So, is she intimidated?

Even if she sees such a scene and knows that she has had such a past, can she not accept it?

But what to do, I have fallen in love with her, how could I let her escape?

Thinking of this, Shen Xingchen's dark and deep sleeping phoenix eyes, like obsidian, suddenly flashed viciousness and coldness.

He slowly squatted down and approached Xiang Wenning.

"who is it?"

Although Xiang Wenning didn't look up, he knew who it was.

Her pale, bloodless lips parted slightly, and she spat out two words in a slightly hoarse voice.

Shen Xingchen was taken aback.

"what?"

"Who? Did this to you!"

As she spoke, Xiang Wenning suddenly raised her head, and Shen Xingchen saw her eyes were red, and the whites of her eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

There was no fear or escape in her eyes, only a strong hatred that could not be resolved.

This kind of gaze... Shen Xingchen had seen it before.

At the business reception held by the Gu family, when Xiang Wenning wanted to strangle Gu Manyi to death, when she complained bitterly about the evil deeds the Gu family had done to her.

But even at that time, the hatred in her eyes was not as strong as it is now.