The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

This large room is still surrounded by rough rough walls made of cement paste.

Beside the wall of the iron door, which is painted very unevenly with green paint, there is a whole row of black mandalas in full bloom.

Neatly placed on a one-meter-high log-colored flower stand.

It is extremely abrupt and has a kind of absurd and strange harmony.

Boxes of instant snacks and bottled water were piled randomly in the corner.

There is also a very small, doorless, toilet-like place in the right corner.

Other than that, there are no furnishings or appliances, not even a decent window.

Just a glance at it makes people feel cold and dank.

If you stay here for half a day, you will get cold legs.

Bai Sheng was still wearing a thin black silk gown.

His face was as white as if he had been dead for 800 years, but there was a wicked smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Tang Jiao stared down at his legs, his whole body stiff.

The snow boot on her right foot was missing, and a black object about the same weight as the shoe was tied to her ankle, with a small unlit display screen on it.

This look...

There is no need to even guess what it is.

Tang Jiao's face suddenly turned pale.

When she first woke up, she didn't know how long she had been lying on the cold concrete floor. Her body was stiff from the cold, and her vision was blocked and she was highly nervous. She didn't notice anything strange at all...

Bai Sheng stood by the camera, admiring the changes in Tang Jiao's expression with pleasure.

On the white face, the thin, bloodless lips curved into a wider curve in a weird way.

"Do you like it? It's specially made for you."

Tang Jiao's fingers on Mung Doudou's clothes trembled slightly.

She stiffened her legs and forced herself to look away from the bomb. She raised her head and looked straight at Bai Sheng and the black camera beside him.

"What do you want to do."

Bai Sheng suddenly lowered his head and smiled, his pure black shoulder-length hair covering his face.

Extremely black and extremely white, very penetrating.

"You really exceeded my expectations."

He complimented Tang Jiao inexplicably, turned sideways and pulled off a black mandala and hooked it on his fingertips.

"Let me interview you first. How does Datura anesthetic feel?"

As he spoke, he caressed the plump and colorful petals with his white-gloved fingers like a lover.

Then he gradually exerted force to grind out a thick purple-black juice, which flowed down the pure white gloves.

Tang Jiao suddenly covered the back of his neck and glanced at the row of black mandalas on the wall with an ugly expression.

Medically speaking, datura is poisonous.

Specially processed high-concentration toxins can cause strong hallucinations and allergic reactions in those who come into contact with them. They can also be used for medicinal purposes and have anesthetic and sedative effects.

This lunatic!

He actually used datura to secretly prepare an anesthetic.

Seeing that Tang Jiao was in better condition than expected, Bai Sheng clicked his tongue regretfully and threw away the broken flowers.

"It seems the dosage needs to be improved."

The calm expression and crazy behavior made a child as young as 6 years old instinctively frightened.

Even if he didn't understand, he couldn't help but shrink back to Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao hugged his small body and stared at Bai Sheng coldly:

"Don't be pretentious here. What exactly do you want to do?"

The smile on Bai Sheng's face disappeared, and his brown eyes stared at Tang Jiao like a snake.

"Of course it's the final game that I've been waiting for."

The white gloves stained with black and purple juice were caressing the camera.

"Guess who will be looking at you later?"

Tang Jiao suddenly had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it. Instead, he asked:

"Is it you! Is it you who sent Xuewei a text message and deliberately led her there!"

Bai Sheng chuckled lightly and praised, "So smart~"

"Why! You beast!"

"Of course it's because she's too much in the way. The chess piece I cultivated is so obsessed with her just a few words and a finger, like a waste."

Bai Sheng rubbed the juice on his gloves and continued casually:

"I happened to be in a bad mood, so I took advantage of her to have some fun. How can she be so stupid and unlucky that even a drunkard--"

"Go to hell!"

A shoe was caught off guard and hit him straight away.

Bai Sheng's neat and spotless black silk clothes had a dirty shoe print on his chest.

Tang Jiao clenched his hands into fists, trembling with anger.

Bai Sheng looked at the dirt on his clothes and his face twitched a few times, as if he really wanted to cut off that piece.

"You dare to hit me?"

"You should be lucky that I only have one shoe. If there is a knife, you will go directly to the King of Hell!"

Tang Jiao absolutely hated this lunatic.

They are all locked up here, what else can she dare not do!

The emotions in Bai Sheng's eyes changed, and he suddenly laughed again.

In this empty space, it sounded extremely eerie.

"Are you angry now? Where are you now -"

"A smart and bold girl."

Bai Sheng chuckled softly, "Then... let's play a little opening game first."

He suddenly threw a small black object this way.

Tang Jiao held Mung Doudou in his arms and reflexively wanted to hide back, but there was already a wall behind him.

Bai Sheng smiled even more interestingly, holding his arms and stretching his neck to look at Tang Jiao.

"Don't worry, it's just a fun little toy."

“And it’s up to you to decide whether you want to play or not~”

His voice was very rough and hoarse, but speaking in such a light and naughty tone had the best reaction.

Tang Ziao and Mung Doudou both had goosebumps.

Creepy and disgusting.

The two of them looked at Bai Sheng defensively.

"Have you ever been to my flower shop? Do you like the things left in the room? Those are the masterpieces I have photographed for more than ten years."

That hidden photo wall.

He spied on and filmed Xiao Jingchuan's two-sided life.

Tang Jiao's face was extremely cold.

"Do you like the content of the photo? Do you like the top or the bottom?"

Bai Sheng was like a master speaker, walking around while talking.

"Looking at photos is too boring, do you want a video?"

"High-definition video of the president of Xiaoli Group."

He suddenly turned around and took a gorgeous step, walked back to the camera, slowly stroked the edge of the camera, and spoke excitedly like a treasure:

"When I was seven years old, I brutally tortured and killed two adults with my bare hands. When I was a teenager, I worked in various black markets and my fists were full of blood. When I was 17 years old, I tortured unemployed homeless people in dark alleys..."

As he spoke, he took out his phone with a smile and played an extremely terrifying audio.

Heart-rending screams, the crisp sound of broken bones, the gurgling sound of blood, the dying begging for mercy...

It's so real that it's as if it's in your ears or right in front of your eyes.

Mung Doudou was so frightened that he crouched in the corner between the wall and Tang Jiao, shaking violently like a frightened puppy.

Bai Sheng watched the scene of blood flowing on the mobile phone screen intoxicated, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes revealed his age.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, very exciting..."

"As expected of me, I was the genius who saw the potential for perversion at first glance."