No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suzuki Qiaoqiao took a sip to suppress his shock, and raised his glass at the same time:

"Come, drink."

After three glasses of wine, Clark's complexion became more and more rosy.

Art that is recognized can be considered art.

I have been locked in the basement where the sun does not see the light for myself to look at, and I will feel tired after a long time.

"Brother, come with me."

Clark led Suzuki Joe Bridge to the bedroom.

He lifted the crimson patterned carpet and found the keyhole here.

After inserting the key to open it, a secret passage is revealed.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's eyelids jumped, and he had already guessed what was below.

Clark's face was ruddy, he lit a kerosene lamp, and made a gesture of invitation:

"Let's go, what are you doing?"

The two walked down the stone steps, step by step.

The circling corridor, the dark stone walls, were eerie under the dim yellow light.

The air here is not very circulated, and there is a bloody smell that has not been dissipated for a long time.

At the end, suddenly enlightened.

The space below is very large, about [-] to [-] square meters.

As far as the lights go, there are all kinds of torture instruments.

Leather whips, candles, tiger stools...

Suzuki Qiaoqiao watched his heart skip a beat and endured the discomfort in his body.

He turned sideways to hide his facial expression and boasted:

"Wow, do you have this thing? It must be exciting to use."

Clark smiled, did not answer, and was very content.

Suzuki Joe Bridge came to the special wooden horse chair, saw the raised part black and red, and asked:

"Is there blood on it, have you actually operated it?"

"Of course, some were not cleaned up."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's heart tightened and he asked tentatively:

"Then, are there any living children?"

Clark shook his head and said wasting his life as indifferently as eating and drinking:

"All the bad ones are dealt with."

"Oh, so that's really eye-opening."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao covered his nose and made an excuse:

"It's not ventilated here, I'm having trouble breathing, so I'll go up first."

Clark also felt a little tight in his chest, and hurriedly ended the viewing.

After the two returned to the bedroom, Suzuki Qiaoqiao saluted and thanked:

"Thank you for inviting me to visit here. I never thought that there would be people who have the same preferences as me."

Clark was overjoyed and said with a smile:

"Haha, as long as you like it."

Seeing that the time was right, Suzuki Qiaoqiao began to guide his words:

"Actually, I also have a secret base, do you want to come and see?"

"Oh?" Clark became interested: "Where?"

"After I came to London, I found that the city was not easy to operate, so I asked someone to buy an abandoned church about a kilometer north of the city. There is a basement there, which is suitable for doing some secret things. You are willing to take the risk and show me These, I am very happy. So I want to share with you and learn from each other."

This kind of feeling is like the goddess also likes Ultraman, let alone how cool it is.

"Okay, can we go now?"

"It's not cleaned up yet, it's a little messy, give me some time."

"Okay, what time?"

"How about 05:30 in the morning. After playing, I just go back to the city for breakfast. You know this, and God knows it."

The two looked at each other with a smirk that every man knew.

After reaching an agreement, Suzuki Qiaoqiao left.

Some things don't need to be mentioned at all, and Clark himself pays attention.

He would never let a third person know about such a shameful act.

Suzuki Joe Bridge walked out of the villa, stood on the street, took off his courtesy, and patted his chest five times in a row.

Someone in the distance received the code and quickly disappeared into the night.

……

In the morning, five o'clock.

The sound of a mechanical alarm clock woke Clark up.

He was neatly dressed, carried a kerosene lamp, and tiptoed out of the room.

You don't need to report to your family about visiting a secret base, you can just sneak out on your own.

In order to prevent being followed by servants, Clark also deliberately played a careful game.

He was clearly going to the north of the city, but at this moment he came to the west of the city.

After getting ready to go out of town, detour to the church.

"Open the door, I have something to go out."

The city gate guard shrank his collar and recognized the noble son of the count's family.

I didn't dare to question, just opened the door and let go.

In London, only the East End has the worst security.

Clark left from the west gate, sure not to touch Jack the Ripper.

Besides, that pervert likes to look for middle-aged pheasants, and has nothing to do with him.

With excitement, he came to the slightly dilapidated church in the north of the city.

The night before dawn is the darkest.

The door of the church was ajar, and it was dark inside.

Clark pushed open the creaky door, held up the kerosene lamp, and whispered:

"Schwarzenegger, where are you?"

Suddenly, several figures sprang from behind the door, forcing him to the ground.

When Clark spoke, an angry iron fist greeted his face.

"Go to Nima, bastard!"

A coalition of seven victims' families has been waiting here for a long time.

They followed Suzuki's instructions, wrapping their shoes in nylon pockets and wearing gloves.

In order not to leave any traces.

Night, very dark.

Tonight is the time of judgment on the devil.

Clark kept struggling, like a maggot.

"Grass, Schwarzenegger, you are so mean to me! Do you know who I am? I am the son of Earl Edward!"

The seven held his limbs, and their angry eyes were bloodshot.

This clamor caused Wallace's extreme dissatisfaction:

"You beast in clothing, you are still talking nonsense when you are about to die."

Seeing that it was too hard, Clark immediately changed his strategy.

As long as they can escape, they will be skinned and dismantled!

"Don't, don't be like this... I can give you anything you want. Money? Or jewelry? As long as you can let me go back, I will definitely reward you, so that you can have a good life."

It was difficult for him to move, only painting cakes to save himself.

The kerosene lamp fell to the side, dimly shining on the faces of the seven people:

"Oh, can you really give me what I want?"

Clark refused to give up, and strongly persuaded everyone to let themselves go:

"Give, of course. As long as I have it, I can definitely do it!"

"That……"

Black lowered his body and leaned to his ear:

"I want your life for my son, can you give it?"

Clark's face froze, and he finally understood who was in front of him.

He knew that there was no way out, so he yelled:

"Brother Pantyhose, I X your whole family!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was in the shadows and laughed directly.