You are the black one!

Before he could react, An Ya was pushed down on the table vigorously by several people, his face was pressed against the hard marble tabletop, his left hand was firmly pressed down, and a gleaming plank knife was resting on his wrist, eager to try.

Li Zhetian came over, lit the ash in the ashtray on the table, "An Ya, it's too late to regret it now."

Anyat remained calm, "There are no last words, just a piece of advice, do you want to hear it?"

Li Zhetian is well-trained, his chin is a little bit, "speak."

An Ya cleared his throat, "It's nothing, I just have the account book of your Haitian Entertainment Center in my hands, the content inside is really exciting, tax evasion, tax evasion, tax evasion and everything, it's a teaching material for the novices in the Taxation Bureau, Industry and Commerce Bureau Absolutely nothing to say, watching it once is better than reading it for ten years, everyone must have gone to the sea to make money and not run away."

Li Zhetian's face remained motionless, but his brows frowned a little, and he didn't speak for a while.

Anya's heart was beating fast.

"An Ya, do you want to get back a hand based on this?"

The whole world knows that Li Zhetian evaded taxes, but no one can catch his big tail on the problem.

Anya smiled very boldly, "I'm really sorry to make you laugh, why don't you do it, and I will come up to pick you up when you get shot, and I will make sure that you will be so beautiful down here."

Li Zhetian turned his head and looked squarely at the suppressed person.

Is this a threat?

"Do it."

Li Zhetian looked at An Ya who was anxiously waiting for the result, and gave an order cruelly.

The blade that was shining coldly chopped it off with a swish.

Anya panicked and shouted, "I hid that ledger on the tax bureau's official website. If there is no regular instruction, it will be posted on the homepage! And all search engines will be closed for 1 minute. If you don't believe me, I'll regret it later!" "

"stop."

The plank knife came to a stop close to An Ya's wrist, just as close as it could get.

Anya was covered in sweat, and felt his heart stopped beating.

Li Zhetian stood up, walked over gracefully, and looked down at Anya who was in a cold sweat.

"Why did you turn off the search engine?"

An Ya breathed out, "People nowadays are lazy, they just like to use Baidu and Sohu. At that time, anyone who runs these engines will see the electronic version of the account, and the page will be turned automatically."

Li Zhetian pinched An Ya's chin with his fingers and approached, "Why should I trust you?"

Anya bared his white teeth, "With your 3 million black taxes."

Li Zhetian's face darkened.

This person is not simple. He can dig out the black account of the entertainment center, which is better than the programmers and technicians he raised. How could such a superb talent not threaten himself with his own account book?

Now he threw this depth charge, is it just for one hand?

Li Zhetian thought deeply, maybe there is another purpose?

I thought it was this person talking nonsense, but I didn't expect that he really had something in his hand.

"Why did you steal my account?"

An Ya speculated for a while, and arrogantly twitched the corners of his mouth, "A few months ago, I fought with people to see who got the most black accounts. I have a good character and good luck, so I hacked one of your Haitian Entertainment, and the result is still Just win!"

In fact, the bet was true, and the finding of Haitian was also true, but An Ya really wasn't full enough to post those accounts on the Internet, so now he can only confuse them with half truth and half falsehood, in order to get out of the sphere of influence of such a plague god.

Fortunately, I saw the legal person's name at that time, but I didn't expect such a coincidence.

Li Zhetian picked up the pen on the table and held it tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

It turned out to be like this.

Suddenly, An Ya's pinned left hand felt a sharp pain.

The hand is still there, but there is a pure gold pen sticking out of the back of the hand.

"Ahhh-"

Anya howled like a pig in pain, struggling desperately.

The bodyguards held him down desperately, Li Zhetian grabbed his hair and turned An Ya's face up, "An Ya, do you like to play? I'll accompany you."

With a sneer, Li Zhetian pulled out the pen forcefully, then inserted it back according to the original blood hole.

The gold nib stuck hard into the mahogany table.

Outrageously motionless.

Anya simply passed out when he was stabbed for the second time.

When he passed out, An Ya understood one thing, the more human-like a dog looks, the less he is a thing.

……

When he woke up, the pen was still stuck in his hand, and the severe pain came back to him as his sanity recovered. With the throbbing pain of his heartbeat, An Ya rolled all over the floor with his arms folded, moaning loudly.

A small dark room, no windows, no bed, only a torn quilt on the floor, damp.

No longer a comfortable room, the difference in treatment is obvious.

When Li Zhetian knew that he was not that person, he could pierce his own hand with a pen, even if he cut it off without blinking an eye.

Leave, must leave here.

The blood had solidified, and the pen was firmly stuck in the palm of his hand.

After being ruthless for a long time, I still couldn't pull out the pen, so I took it with me, it's like six fingers, and it's still gold.

After suffering for a while, An Ya couldn't stand the intensifying pain.

If the hand is not treated, it will be infected.

For a hacker, nimble fingers are absolutely indispensable.

Find a way to get out, what can I do?

Anya turned around, since Li Zhetian only tied his own hand and didn't throw himself into the ravine to feed the wolves, it means that he wants to save his own life, whether it is to redo the security system for him, or something else. Purpose, he has to live by himself.

Knocking on the door, there was a loud curse from the depths of the corridor, "What the hell are you fucking smashing!"

An Ya had an idea, and shouted weakly, "Water...water..."

There are footsteps at the door.

As it got closer, someone was watching through the small hole in the door.

An Ya quickly lay down on the ground with his neck tilted and his eyes closed, as if he was a corpse.

The visitor looked through the door opening, and then took a flashlight to shine a light on An Ya's pale face, motionless, even breathing weakly, and then felt that something might be wrong.

The instruction given from above was no matter what, don't die.

The keys rattled.

Someone opened the door and came in, flipping through An Ya roughly.

"Water... water..."

An Ya closed his eyes and remained motionless, but his hand quietly touched the pen on the back of his hand.

"Fuck howling, I can't die!"

The visitor was about to leave after scolding him. As soon as he stood up, Anya pulled out a pen and thrust it into the temple of that person!

In the nick of time, I didn't want that person to feel it, and turned my head away while quickly avoiding it.

An Ya couldn't take back his hand anymore, so he could only stab down viciously along the way. Damn, my paws are leaking, no matter where it is, as long as there is some blood, it will be balanced.

Coincidentally, it happened to be stuck in the man's right eye!

"what--"

The shrill screams startled the overnight birds.

The horrifying scene made Anya back away in fright, her hands shaking violently.

The person who came shouted heart-piercingly, his hands were scratching in the air, and he rushed towards An Ya like a headless chicken.

An Ya panicked and gave him a few more pens, until the man's face was covered in blood, holding his head and he couldn't get up anymore. Then he stumbled on his left foot and ran outside, falling three times in a row.

The miserable wailing vibrated the eardrums, but An Ya couldn't hear it at all, his mind was filled with the sound of his huge and rapid heartbeat.

Killed, killed...

After running outside, I realized that the place where I was locked up was a cave. It was already late at night, and the screams came from the cave, which was creepy.

Anya fell headlong into the dark woods, his body trembling like the autumn wind.

Blood gushed out from the blood hole on the back of his hand.

Gathering his mind, Anya decided to hide in Chen Bo for a few days.

His legs were as limp as noodles, and he couldn't even stand up while holding on to the tree. An Ya swayed and leaned against the tree.

Um?what?

Anya lifted up the thing in his hand, and took a closer look at it under the dim moonlight.

A pen, an eyeball, and a strand of flesh and blood.