Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Meng Xing was walking in the dark and damp basement, and the rotten musty smell that hadn't seen the sun for a long time lingered on the tip of his nose, that's all. In addition to this musty smell, there was also a thick and pungent smell of blood in the corridor.

There were only a few dim lights with limited illumination range above the basement. Wen Rulan walked under the lights, with Meng Xing following behind him, accompanied by several bodyguards escorting him.

As Meng Xing moved forward, he could smell more and more bloody smell, and also heard several hoarse screams from the end.

There is no need to guess the purpose of this basement.

Reminiscent of the two key words I heard before, the interrogation is over and there is a position, and the purpose of Wen Rulan bringing him here is also self-evident.

Meng Xing understood the meaning of Wen Rulan's phrase "You're going to spit it out later anyway", the musty smell mixed with the smell of blood was indeed quite nauseating.

Of course, Wen Rulan's plan should be more than that. The bad smell can make people sick, and other more drastic methods can also be used.

Changing faces is faster than turning the pages of a book. Meng Xing stared at Wen Rulan's back and thought.

A group of people walked to the end of the corridor, and after the heavy iron door was pushed open in front of them, the screams and bloody smell could no longer be concealed, and they rushed towards Meng Xing.

Meng Xing's footsteps paused for a moment, but the next moment, he was forced to take a step inside by the escort next to him.

After entering the interrogation room, the heavy iron door closed behind him with a "bang", cutting off Meng Xing's escape route.

Wen Rulan walked to the only clean seat in the room and sat down. His posture was still elegant and calm, as if this was not some torture room, but a high-class reception.

Meng Xing stood there and looked around. Although this dream world was set in the interstellar era, the interrogation room was still the same as before and had not advanced with technology. The torture instruments in this room were basically the same as those shown in old-era TV series. , like a tiger bench, a red-hot iron, and a whip that can crack the skin directly with one blow.

And on some of the iron stakes used to bind people, there were also several dying men with torture scars all over their bodies.Meng Xing felt a little familiar, so he carefully identified it, and recognized that it seemed to be the group of thugs who rounded him up in the wilderness bar.

However, the two men Meng Xing knew best were not here.

"Didn't you catch Feiyan and Manager Huang?" Meng Xing asked casually.

He regretted it when he asked, because he noticed that Wen Rulan's originally calm expression suddenly turned cold, and he was afraid that he had poked Wen Rulan's sore spot.

"Huang Youcai is dead." Wen Rulan replied with a gloomy expression.

Meng Xing was startled and asked subconsciously: "Did you kill him?"

What she got was Wen Rulan's eyes full of displeasure, not the displeasure of being misunderstood, but the displeasure of not being able to do anything in time.Meng Xing realized that it wasn't Wen Rulan who killed him, but Feiyan silenced him before Wen Rulan caught him.

Manager Huang, who had exposed his identity, was a useless chess player, and a useless chess player who might inform Wen Rulan, so it was logical for Feiyan to clean up Zhang Ji's opponent.

Now that Manager Huang is dead...Meng Xing's mind became active. He analyzed all the information Wen Rulan knew so far, as well as the bargaining chip in his hand, and felt that he should still have a chance to negotiate.

In the backstage box of the Wilderness Bar, there was Wen Rulan's person, and that person set up a monitor. The monitor was different from Meng Xing's pair of external glasses. It could only listen to the sound but not see the picture. As for the conversation between Manager Huang Feiyan and Zhang Ji, there was no statement indicating Zhang Ji's identity.

Moreover, what Wen Rulan caught were all young people. According to Zhang Ji's prudence, these young people should not let these small people know his identity, and Wen Rulan's displeased expression also confirmed that he did not ask for any useful information. at this point.In other words, Wen Rulan still doesn't know who is going to kill him, and this is Meng Xing's chance.

Meng Xing immediately stopped panicking, even though he wasn't panicking at all.

"Boss, what should we do with these people?" The bodyguard captain asked Wen Rulan for instructions.

Wen Rulan glanced at the dying people in the interrogation room, and wrote lightly: "Dispose of those who are useless."

"Yes." The captain of the bodyguard who received the order greeted several subordinates, untied those who were hanging by chains and moved away.

Their actions were very rough, basically dragging people on the ground like garbage, and the people being dragged did not yell, because after severe punishment, they had no strength to yell.

While a group of people were busy working, Wen Rulan took something from the subordinate beside him. It was a gun, model G723. If Meng Xing read it correctly, it should belong to him.

The gun that had been used to kidnap Wen Rulan went around and around, and ended up in Wen Rulan's hands just like its unfortunate owner.

However, Meng Xing was not distressed because the gun was actually out of bullets. The G723 had only 9 rounds of ammunition, which had long been shot empty by Meng Xing during the fight with Feiyan.

Moreover, Meng Xing didn't have any ammunition to refill. The props given by the system were all disposable, and they were used up as soon as they were used up. Meng Xing was injured and brought this gun just to bluff people.

But...he doesn't have bullets, Wen Rulan does.

Wen Rulan unloaded the magazine, then picked up the copper-yellow bullets with her fair and slender five fingers, and loaded them into the magazine one by one.

With a "click", he deftly reloaded the full magazine into the gun, pulled the bolt down with his thumb, raised his wrist, aimed the muzzle in Meng Xing's direction, and pulled the trigger hard with his thumb.

With a "bang", he fired the shot without hesitation.

His movements were coherent and swift, so fast that Meng Xing didn't even have time to react. He only felt a gust of wind rushing past him, accompanied by the dull sound of bullets piercing into his body that rang out along with the sound of gunfire. The person who was hit finally let out a muffled snort, completely silent.

The blood gurgling from the wound dazed the ground and flowed to Meng Xing's feet. Only then did he remember to turn his head and look at the prisoner who was being dragged out by the bodyguards.

A moment ago, it was still a human being, but now it is just a corpse whose temperature keeps dissipating.

Meng Xing turned his head again, and what he saw was the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting smoke, and Wen Rulan's handsome smiling face.

He was beautiful, and his smile was even more beautiful, but when Meng Xing looked at this smile, what he thought of was not the beautiful flowers, but the cold and poisonous snakes.

Although Wen Rulan's original intention was to get rid of these worthless thugs, dying outside was different from dying in front of her like this.

While Meng Xing was stunned, he suddenly remembered that sentence, the most beautiful thing is Wen Rulan, and the most poisonous thing is Wen Rulan.

After witnessing Wen Rulan's insidiousness, his understanding of this sentence finally no longer remained on the surface.

And Wen Rulan was obviously very satisfied with the expression in front of Meng Xing's eyes, which was also the purpose of his sudden shooting.Although he was ruthless, he was not a perverted murderer. Usually he was too lazy to do it himself. He did it in front of Meng Xing just to intimidate him, so that this guy who kept pushing himself forward could understand clearly what kind of person he was facing.

The corners of his lips curled up with uncontrollable pleasure, and he waited patiently for Meng Xing's further reaction.

After being stunned in astonishment, did he beg for mercy in fear, or simply cry out in fright?Wen Rulan was looking forward to the latter, just imagining this scene made him uncontrollably excited.

Excitement in every way.

Wen Rulan changed the order in which her left and right legs overlapped, supported her chin with her hand, and looked at Meng Xing.

But Meng Xing let him down again. After being stunned, Meng Xing's only reaction was: "Where should we start?"

His tone was flat as if he was discussing whether to cut steak horizontally or vertically.

Wen Rulan narrowed her eyes, thinking that Meng Xing was trying to stay calm, she sneered and suggested, "Let's start with the tiger bench you want."

Meng Xing: "..."

He couldn't help but defend: "I don't have that hope."

Wen Rulan's tone was casual: "Then I hope so."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to tie Meng Xing up.