Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo was waiting outside the car, and when he heard these words suddenly, he couldn't help but straighten his face, and asked in a calm voice, "Who is this Chang Qing you're talking about?"

"Ah? Chang Qing is my friend, you may not have met him."

Song Zicheng replied nonchalantly, and continued searching, but still found nothing. He had been to too many places today, and if he didn't have it in the car, he couldn't find it.

Song Zicheng felt disappointed, so he had to get out of the car wearily.

When I got out of the car, I saw President He Da with a dark face, leaning against the side of the car, staring at him with a cold expression.

Song Zicheng felt that his appearance was very strange, but he didn't know where he offended him. He guessed that he was making him wait impatiently, so he said flatteringly, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, sleeve I can’t find the buckle, maybe I lost it somewhere else.”

"I didn't wait for you."

He Chumo glanced at him, ignored Song Zicheng, and went straight into the room.

He was angry again.

Song Zicheng had no choice but to follow behind He Chumo exhausted physically and mentally.

After going through all these things in one night, the panic and tension in my heart has not dissipated, and I just lost the gift from my friend, and I feel that misfortunes never come singly, unlucky.Now He Chumo's indifferent attitude was like a fuse, completely destroying his emotions that had been suppressed all night, exhausting all his energy at once, and making him fall into endless depression and panic.

But after thinking about it, He Chumo should be tired. It was a thrilling night, and he was able to go home safe and sound. It was all thanks to He Chumo. If He Chumo hadn’t come to find him, maybe he was still locked in that bad refrigerator or being tortured by Liu Weizhuo.

Song Zicheng silently thanked him in his heart.

After entering the room, Song Zicheng didn't speak any more, and didn't ask He Chumo about tonight's affairs in detail. He just said 'good night' and went back to the room.

He Chumo stood behind Song Zicheng, with an inexplicable air tightness in his chest. He always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't explain the reason for the discomfort in his heart. When he saw Song Zicheng going back to the room listlessly, this The feeling of depression is getting worse.

Just a pair of cufflinks can make him so disappointed?

Recalling that he ran up and down for Song Zicheng tonight, he really felt that he was a good person for nothing.

Going back to the room angrily, He Chumo remembered the surveillance video Jiang Qing had sent him, and clicked to watch it.

Due to the weather, the picture of the video was slightly dark. At the beginning, the frozen picture was quiet, and the camera reflected a messy backyard. Three seconds later, a figure appeared on the surveillance camera carrying something.

He Chumo frowned.

It's Liu Weizhuo.

He Chumo paused the video and zoomed in on the screen, and found that Liu Weizhuo was carrying a black cloth bag the size of a human being.

He Chumo lowered his face and clicked to play again.

Liu Weizhuo threw the black cloth bag on the shoulder heavily on the ground, cursing as if he was talking about something, He Chumo thought for a while, found a pair of headphones and put it on.

The volume was turned up, and Liu Weizhuo's voice came from the earphones.

"Block me, how dare you block me, Song Zicheng, you are really ungrateful!"

The noise kept going, and He Chumo couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw Liu Weizhuo kicking hard on the cloth bag in the picture.

"Song Zicheng! If I hadn't saved you back then, you would have been drowned a long time ago. How could you survive to this day? You owe me your life, and now you dare to ignore me! I made you dare to ignore me!"

Liu Weizhuo yelled and kicked the bag a few more times before opening the bag and dragging Song Zicheng out of the bag.

He Chumo stared at the scene in the surveillance video, wishing he could dig Liu Weizhuo out now and beat him up.

"Sleep, sleep you to death!"

As Liu Weizhuo said, he grabbed Song Zicheng's hair, pulled him up, stuffed a ball of cloth into Song Zicheng's mouth, tied Song Zicheng's mouth with a strip of cloth, and wrapped it around twice.

After binding Song Zicheng's mouth, Liu Weizhuo tightly tied Song Zicheng's hands and feet, and dragged Song Zicheng into the debris pile while cursing something.

"If it wasn't for me, would you be here today?"

Liu Weizhuo pushed and pulled away the sundries while shouting, but because Liu Weizhuo was too far away from the surveillance camera, many voices could not be heard clearly, and he could barely hear words such as 'fish tank', 'for the dead ghost', and 'move'.

He Chumo listened carefully, and wrote down all these words. After reading for a long time, he really couldn't figure out the connection between each word, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and continue reading.

Soon, Liu Weizhuo rummaged through a dilapidated refrigerator from the pile of debris.

He Chumo couldn't bear it anymore, and directly punched the office chair.

"You forgot everything about that year, right?" Liu Weizhuo struggled to drag out the refrigerator, and yelled at Song Zicheng, who was already unconscious on the ground: "You were betrayed by your friends back then. It felt good, didn't you? So are you going to betray me now and let me taste that taste? How dare you forget me and block me!"

"Over the years, I have found you with great difficulty and kept looking for opportunities to get close to you, just to remind you of what happened when you were a child, and remind you of me! Fortunately, you didn't leave me with any chance, and you got engaged without me knowing Yes! How dare you get engaged! How dare you have another wild man! Song Zicheng, you're so good, you're so good!"

Liu Weizhuo kept arguing and swearing to himself. He Chumo listened and watched Liu Weizhuo open the refrigerator in the screen. When he saw Liu Weizhuo dragging Song Zicheng into the refrigerator, he immediately clicked the pause button.

He Chumo rubbed his temples, staring at Song Zicheng, who was tightly bound and completely unconscious in the picture, his eyes were deep.

After a while, He Chumo calmed down a bit, and continued to read patiently.What happened next was no different from what he imagined. After Song Zicheng was locked in the refrigerator, Liu Weizhuo piled up the sundries on the refrigerator. Soon, there was a movement from the front, that he brought someone to look for Song Zicheng, and Liu Weizhuo realized that something was wrong, and immediately ran away from the backyard.

At the end of the video, He Chumo looked at the black screen, and there was only a pause button left after the frame was frozen.

After sitting for some time, He Chumo sent Jiang Qing a message.