How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Xiong Molin on the opposite side was obviously stunned. He said with a dry laugh, "That must be because he is tired from the competition. Come on, let's go upstairs and rest for a while."

Gu Ying went downstairs and asked, "Didn't they say that the producers wanted to eat?"

Xiong Molin smiled and said, "Why should we let them disturb our fun? I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you. I wonder if my little darling will be satisfied?"

Gu Ying's tone was perfunctory: "Satisfied, as long as it is prepared by Mr. Xiong, I am satisfied."

Jiang Luo, who was eavesdropping on the other end, couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that Gu Ying could cooperate to this extent, obviously he had already used up all his patience, right?

Wu Hao said: "This circle is really chaotic. The superiors can make the inferiors submit with just a little bit of trickery, especially those small artists who want to become famous."

Jiang Luo said: "It's not just this circle. In the workplace, in society, in any circle, as long as it forms a society, such phenomena will emerge endlessly."

Wu Hao is powerless. In a sense, this is not illegal as long as both parties are willing.

But sometimes, the definition of mutual consent is not so clear, and sometimes when power is exerted, the lower class people have no ability to resist.

There was a creaking sound from the other end of the surveillance camera, and Gu Ying's voice was filled with confusion: "Where is this place? Didn't you say you were going to take me to Hawaii?"

Xiong Molin chuckled and said, "Tomorrow, someone will go to Hawaii on your behalf."

"On my behalf?" Gu Ying was puzzled: "Why on my behalf? Can't I go by myself?"

At this moment, there was a clang and a sound of iron chains knocking. Then, with a snap, the light was turned on and the dim light of the telephone illuminated the small office.

That’s right, it was a prison cell. He didn’t know that there was a prison cell in this red building.

Gu Ying looked at Xiong Molin nervously and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Xiong Molin, however, looked relaxed and at ease, as if this was the place where he felt most comfortable.

He pointed at the torture instruments and said, "Let me show you something fun. I'll tie you up and you'll scream for help. The louder you scream, the more satisfied I'll feel. Maybe if you make me feel good, I'll spare your life."

Gu Ying took a step back and asked, "What do you mean? What do you mean by spare my life?"

At this time, Gu Ying sent a voice message to Jiang Luo in the system: "Fuck, this Xiong Merlin is so perverted! You humans are really good at playing tricks! I can smell that at least three ghosts have passed by him."

Jiang Luo sighed: "Be serious, today is the most critical day!"

Gu Ying said, "Don't worry! He has already decided to kill me, and I will definitely be able to take him down today. If you need anything from me, please tell me in advance, otherwise he may kill me in a moment and I may not have a chance."

Jiang Luo frowned and said, "Try to find out his network of relationships and how many people he has killed. It would be best if you can get evidence from him."

After receiving Jiang Luo's instructions, Gu Ying leaned against the door and said, "So... everything you told me before was a lie? What about being good to me, what about arranging everything for me in the future, were all lies to me, right?"

After hearing what Gu Ying said, Xiong Molin showed a smug expression on his face and said, "Do you know how many categories the people who enter this little red building are divided into?"

Gu Ying shook her head and asked, "How many categories?"

Xiong Molin held up three fingers: "Divided into three categories, the lowest category is these..."

As he said this, he turned on the TV and saw that there were more than a dozen TVs in the cell, monitoring the images of several rooms upstairs from different angles.

The disgusting humans in the picture are no different from animals, and their actions are even worse than those of beasts.

Xiong Molin pointed at those people and said, "They are the lowest class. These people are only good-looking, and have no other use. Therefore, they are only fit to be playthings for these powerful people. In my eyes, they are prostitutes, male prostitutes. If they want to exchange resources from me, they have to pay a price."

In the van, Wu Hao couldn't bear to listen any more. He handed the headphones to Jiang Luo and said, "I'm going to get off the car to smoke a cigarette. Everything here is recorded and can be used as evidence."

Jiang Luo nodded: "Okay, go ahead!"

Wu Hao had seen a lot of the world, but he was still disgusted by things like this.

After he left, Jiang Luo sent another message to Gu Ying: "Trick him into talking, and get the chain of evidence and his network of relationships."

Wu Hao was out for only a short while and soon came back covered in smoke.

Jiang Luo asked, "Draw so fast?"

Wu Hao's emotions were a little abnormal. He said, "I'm a policeman. I can't let my emotions control me. Give it to me! I want to continue listening. I want to hear what else this beast can do!"

Jiang Luo looked at Wu Hao with great approval, thinking that this was probably the moral duty of the people's police.

Soon, there were bursts of sound of iron chains coming from Gu Ying's side. Gu Ying was tied to a cross, as if it was there for some kind of ritual.

Gu Ying said: "Boss Xiong, do you know that you are committing a crime? Killing someone means paying with your life."

Xiong Molin smiled complacently. He pointed at the images on the surveillance cameras and said, "Pay your life? Do you know how many people have died here? Including you, it's the seventh, but the first six were really useless. The longest they lived was only four months. You are different. You have such a good skin, such a good fortune, and such a good body. He shouldn't need me to sacrifice him anymore in the future, right?"

Gu Ying asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

This time he was really confused. Why was it related to the eight characters and the physical body? Was it a sacrifice of Western learning?

Could it be related to some kind of evil practice?

Xiong Molin proudly shook the knife in his hand, walked forward and cut a small cut on his wrist.

His technique was very sophisticated. He must have done this kind of thing often. He only needed to do it gently and accurately to find the artery.

But Gu Ying is a second-level ghost cultivator. He has no blood, but he can create illusions. He silently cast a spell, letting bright red blood flow down his wrist.

Xiong Molin continued, "You are going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. The dead can't talk anyway. In addition to these toys on other people's beds, there is a second type of people, that is, those who died before. Don't think that they died unjustly, they are just cannon fodder, and all they can provide is a skin. They are greedy and immoral, and they listened to me obediently after I said a few words. You see, they came to my door obediently, so it's not my fault. Since they are all here, how can I not cherish this opportunity? Of course I have to keep their lives."

Gu Ying raised her wrist and asked, "Is it all bloodletting?"

Neng Molin denied, "No, no, no, no, those who can come in for bloodletting are the third type of people, which is the highest level. Generally, I won't sleep with people like this. Alas, what a pity, I originally wanted you to be the second type of person. After all, the second type may not necessarily die, but the third type will definitely die."

He turned around, picked up three incense sticks, and bowed to the empty Buddhist shrine.

After the worship, he continued, "The third type of people, their bodies are of great use, and their souls will be dedicated to the gods."

Jiang Luo, who was eavesdropping, frowned. This was related to a cult again. From the Twelve Fairies incident at H University to the current Zhonghuang serial murder case, it seemed that they were all related to some kind of religion invisibly.

Jiang Luo told Wu Hao about this matter. Wu Hao frowned and asked, "So, these cases can be handled jointly?"

Jiang Luo said: "I don't understand these things, but you can ask your relevant department for detailed explanation."

Wu Hao nodded, but this matter was not so easy to handle. After all, this kind of thing was too unbelievable to talk about, and he didn't know how to talk to his superiors about it.

What's more, this matter also involves Director Wu, the man who treats him like a father and a brother.

Wu Hao closed his eyes. This was the first time he had to face such a choice in all his years as a policeman.

Just as the two of them were thinking their own thoughts, Gu Ying's disordered breathing was heard through the monitoring system. He said weakly, "Boss Xiong, killing is against the law. If my two friends find out that I'm missing, they will definitely call the police. How are you going to get away with it then?"