Punishment Whisk

The moment he stepped into the space behind the wall, the wall flipped mercilessly, trapping Ye Qi in the new space.

It was a long and narrow passage, and the only sparse lights allowed him to barely see around.Ye Qi tried to move forward step by step, and vaguely heard some shrill screams that were not obvious.

He couldn't judge the source of the sound, so he could only move forward.To his surprise, he came to an end very quickly.

The narrow and long passageway leads to the open space, but brings a darker sight.

Looking around, Ye Qi found that the only light source here was in the corner of the room.The corner was dug open, and a piece of dirty glass was embedded in the hollow.

Through layers of cover, Ye Qi could roughly tell that there was a room behind the glass.

He moved his eyes back to the space he was in, and the four walls painted by Kong only had one color of gray and white.

Ye Qi tried to knock on the glass, but the feedback the glass gave him told him that it was a piece of bulletproof glass.

He tentatively looked around again, but found no mechanism.He couldn't help but wonder about Song Ren's intention to lure him here, but he knew that it was not just to trap him.

He turned on the flashlight of his phone, hoping to find some clues on the four walls.

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On the other hand, Fang Zhongci continued to walk in, and the breath belonging to Ye Qi in the earphones changed from clear to faint, until it disappeared completely.

He went through room after room, each time trying to find some clues in the room, but finally found it in vain.

Until, he pushed open a door.

As far as the eye can see, there are two rows of TVs neatly hung in the middle of the wall of the room.It seems to draw two distinct black dividing lines for the room, dividing the room into two.

At the same time as stepping into the room, the door just entered was closed and closed.

Along the way, this was the first time this happened, and an ominous premonition swam in Fang Zhongci's heart.

He tentatively picked the lock, but found that the keyhole was completely blocked.

The low-voltage room was so quiet, with a "pop", all the TVs seemed to be powered on at the same time.

After a short boot animation, there are dazzling snowflakes and the sound of electric current.

Fang Zhongci walked to the other side of the room, trying to open the door opposite.

But the moment he approached the door panel, the TV screen attached to the door panel suddenly flickered and lit up a bloody color, reflecting the whole room in a deep red.

Fang Zhongci took a step back subconsciously, and the blood on the wall disappeared, and the picture suddenly cut into a corner staircase.

It was the stairs, the stairs in his home in Linye City, and it was also the section of stairs that had kept him trapped in nightmares for many years.

In the picture, a boy is standing at the top of the stairs playing bouncy ball.

It's not so much that he's playing, it's more like he's doing an experiment.

He repeatedly threw the bouncy ball with different strengths and angles to test the difference in the deformation and displacement of the bouncy ball caused by the above two factors.

And every time, he can predict and hold the bouncy ball tightly in his palm.

"What are you doing? Do you want to play together?" From the bottom of the stairs, the childish voice of the boy in white came from below.

This time, the little boy, who had no plans to spare, failed to catch the bouncy ball that was under his control.

The bouncy ball fell aimlessly down the stairs, bouncing and falling on the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, the expression on the boy's face cracked, and he turned around and looked at the child below with a blunt head.His eyes were slightly pressed, as if he recognized the boy in white: "Is that you?"

After speaking, the corner of the child's mouth curled up unnaturally, and he walked down step by step with the sound of the bouncy ball hitting the ground.

Looking at the person walking down slowly, the boy in white blinked: "Do you know me?"

"Of course." The boy replied, touched the fruit plate on the coffee table with his palm, and pulled out a long and narrow fruit knife.

The next moment, he pulled the fruit knife out of the scabbard and stabbed at the boy in white: "Why do you want to kill me?"

The sudden unkindness frightened the boy in white, and he ran away without looking back.

The sound of running quickly came from behind the boy in white. He was trembling with fear, but he couldn't run any faster.

A cruel cold light approached, and the blade fell, drawing an astonishing bloody gash on his back.

Although the knife wasn't fatal, it was so powerful that it directly tripped the boy in white to the ground.

The boy in white was crying heartbreakingly, he didn't know what death was, he was just in pain, so he shouted desperately.

"waste."

After the indifferent voice, the white blade fell again, and a black shadow embraced the boy in white.

"Go away!"

The male voice in the video is clearly audible, allowing Fang Zhongci to instantly recognize that it was his father's voice when he was young.

In an instant, the familiar voice and hidden fear poured into Fang Zhongci's mind, weaving and completing the broken connection points between the nightmare and the memory, and concretizing it inch by inch.This time, he finally saw the boy's face in the nightmare.

And that face was exactly the same as the one in the picture just now.

Every frame in the memory is like a blade turning blood in his mind, and under the pressure of blood, he rampages in his body.

Fang Zhongci's breathing was rapid and messy, and the sudden impact made him support himself on one knee, and his whole body began to tremble.

Chaos, trance.

He couldn't even spare a hand to support his aching head.

At the same time, half of the TVs began to repeat the previous clip, and the other half switched to other images of him.

The video images are interlaced, and the out-of-sync images make the sound chaotic, just like memory.

"Ah—" Fang Zhongci curled up in one place, feeling like a mountain collapsed.

Ye Qi was terrified. For some reason, he suddenly felt flustered. He subconsciously looked towards the only natural light source in the house.

This time, he saw a different color block on the other side of the glass.

Ye Qi immediately stopped exploring the surrounding walls, and lowered his body to look at the glass again.

That vague figure made him happy, but in the next moment, his smile was completely lost from the freeze.

What happened to Fang Zhongci?Why is he half kneeling on the ground?

"Brother!" Ye Qi shouted loudly, but Fang Zhongci behind the glass didn't respond at all, as if he couldn't hear anything.

"Fang Zhongci!" Ye Qi panicked and knocked on the glass vigorously.

But his huge strength seemed to be melted on that piece of glass, not even an inch of dust could shake it off.

He started to frantically wipe the glass with his cuffs, and when the cuffs were not enough, he took off the whole coat to wipe it.

After a while, he finally wiped out an area where he could roughly see the situation on the other side.

Facing him is a TV.

It was a video, and it was subtitled as if it was afraid that people would not be able to hear clearly.

In the video, more than [-] children are sitting together, all kinds of knives are placed in front of them, just like what they saw in the underground prison of Shuguang Orphanage.

Around the children, people keep telling them that they can leave here with a knife, and they can have delicious food and drink.

Before the words of persuasion were finished, a 7- or 8-year-old boy suddenly stood up in the crowd, and indifferently picked up a handy knife on the ground.

He didn't say anything, one, two, three... The children fell into a pool of blood almost without any resistance.

The fleeing children huddled in the opposite direction from the boy with the knife.

There was only a little boy lying abruptly among the straw, muttering in a daze.

The boy with the knife seemed to have no interest in the sick man except for him. He walked over to the crowd and continued to kill with the knife without even showing any emotion.

At this time, a voice that did not belong to the video suddenly came from the room: "Fang Zhongci, it's your turn—"

Fang Zhongci's fingertips tightened suddenly, and the colorful candy paper that had been lying in his palm made a clear sound, which went straight to his brain along his skin.

As if some switch was pressed, Fang Zhongci didn't know where the strength came from, and began to grope for his trouser pockets, and murmured while searching: "Sugar, sugar..."

He didn't know what he was doing, he just wanted to find the candy on his body desperately.

When he touched the slightly damp candy, Fang Zhongci seemed to have found some life-saving antidote, and stuffed it into his mouth without even peeling off the candy wrapper.

The moment the sweetness overflowed, the accompanying voice began to play automatically in his mind.

"Let me introduce myself again, my name is Ye Qi, please give me more advice in the future."

"I know, but the team leader is not an iron man."

"Can you count roses as a gift for me?"

"Since you kissed me, unless I die, you will never be able to get rid of me in this life."

"Fang Zhongci, I have loved you for seven years."

"I hope all the coldness goes around you while I'm here."

"Fang Zhongci, listen to me. No matter what happens, come back alive. Otherwise, even if it is hell, I will bring you back."

"Ye...Qi." Fang Zhongci's hoarse voice managed to squeeze out two words, and his eyes became clear for a moment.

Looking at Fang Zhongci on the other side of the glass, Ye Xi's whole heart seemed to be split in two, and blood flowed profusely.

He wanted to knock out masonry from the surrounding walls to hit the glass, but the rough walls gave him nothing but hardness and scars.

Ye Qi slapped the glass violently irrationally, even though he knew that Fang Zhongci behind the glass made of special material could neither see nor hear, and could not even feel the slightest vibration.

Scarlet blood oozes from his fingertips due to rubbing, and the blood stains are intertwined across the glass.

"what--"

Ye Qi screamed in dismay, the hoarse howl turned back again before it could reverberate in the small space, short and cruel.

He finally knew why he walked so smoothly, it turned out that what awaited him in the end was the truly unacceptable torture.

The person he has loved for seven years is separated from him by a piece of broken glass at this moment.He can see the other party, but the other party cannot feel his presence.His lover was suffering so much, and there was nothing he could do.

"Brother, I was wrong." His voice was broken with trembling, "I should have stopped you, it was all my fault..."

Ye Qi folded his fingertips together and carved several marks on the ground.

Bitter despair seeps through.

He was thrown into the quagmire by his father for training at the age of seven or eight, and he never despaired; when he was accidentally involved in a case investigated by Uncle Liu in his teens, he never despaired when he was held to his head by a drug dealer with a gun; in his twenties, he followed Fang Zhongci to handle the case He never despaired when the bomb could kill him without a whole body in the breath.

But now, he was really desperate.

Ye Qi half staggered to his feet and roared frantically: "Come at me, come at me for everything, you can hear me! Song Ren! Whatever you want, I'll pay you back for him, Song Ren! Come out !"