Forensics

He was roughly dragged through the corridor of the KTV and came to a room.

It was a slightly small private room, with lights on and music playing loudly. The whole room was covered with transparent plastic sheets, and the air conditioner was turned on at a very low temperature.

He knew in his heart that this was a torture room prepared for him.

The walls of the KTV are dedicated soundproof walls.No matter how you shout, you can't hear it from outside.

The whole room has become an isolated island.

The man who picked up his mobile phone looked about 40 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked refined. The man wore a dark blue shirt, and sat carelessly on the sofa in the private room. Respectfully.

The man lit a cigarette and signaled to the people on the side to start asking questions.

The lead subordinate was a little young, wearing a black mask, and judging from his eyebrows, he was in his early thirties.He asked repeatedly: "Where did you hide those things?"

He pretended not to understand what they said: "What?"

The man in black opened his mouth and pointed directly: "It's what you brought out of the funeral parlor!"

Those people really knew what he did, but he gritted his teeth and said, "What did I take out? I don't know what you are talking about."

The other party is asking him, and he is also testing the other party, so that he can know from which opening the news may have been leaked.

Just as the man in black was about to answer, the middle-aged man sitting on the side said, "Don't ask, he's telling you the opposite." He said slowly, "Lin Luo, it's no use pretending to be confused with us. If you don't want to say it, I don't mind making you suffer."

The man in black asked, "What should we do now?"

The middle-aged man lit a cigarette: "Let him have some appetizers first."

After receiving the order, the man in black started to do it. It was a brutal torture, which lasted for about ten minutes. With punches and kicks, every inch of his body felt as if it had been crushed.

He kept repeating: "I don't know what you want..."

"Ask you again, where are those things?" The middle-aged man smiled and said to him, "If you don't say anything, there are ways to make your life worse than death."

"I have no idea……"

The middle-aged man's tone was regretful, and he advised him: "Speak up, and you will suffer less if you say it."

A new round of interrogation began.

His neck was tightly strangled, and in a state of hypoxia, golden spots appeared in front of his eyes, the blood vessels on his forehead jumped up, tinnitus also sounded, his hands and feet struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the shackles.

The hand stuck on his throat was released, and the air suddenly entered his body. He took a big breath, and before he could catch his breath, a foot suddenly stepped on his abdomen. He only felt a rusty smell coming up his throat, and his internal organs seemed to be They were all displaced by this kick, and colic came along with breathing.

Gritting his teeth and enduring it, he observed these people, trying to judge their identities.

The man in black beside him was obviously a thug, and someone called him a nickname: Hound.

That's a dog bred to do dirty work.

The middle-aged man has been interrogating, and the people around him call him Boss Mu.

He raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the people in front of him, his heart was pounding, he didn't know which side these people belonged to and why they were here.

But he could tell that they were definitely veterans who often did similar things.

They should have some connection with the person who killed Lin Xianglan.

Or simply, they are also involved.

He knew the truth of the three caves of the cunning rabbit. At that time, he took a lot of samples from the funeral parlor, but only one of them was sent for testing.

He had carefully preserved what was left, making sure to put it where none of them could find it.

Facing the torture now, he knew in his heart that these people had no intention of giving him a chance to survive.

If it was just to kidnap and threaten him, they didn't have to go through such a lot of trouble.

Not only were they afraid that he had left evidence of their murder of Lin Xianglan, but they were also afraid that he would be entangled with Lin Xianglan's death.

As long as he is kept, it is a hidden danger.

So he had to hold on, absolutely not uttering a word, otherwise it would only speed up his own death.

The torture and torture were repeated several times. Amidst the tinnitus, he heard Boss Mu say to the others: "Hurry up, the call was connected for a second just now, we have to be careful if anyone comes to disturb the situation."

These words brought him a new glimmer of hope, Gu Yanchen was so vigilant, maybe he would rush over to save him.

"Don't expect anyone to come to rescue you." Boss Mu lowered his head, but as if he had seen through his thoughts, he bent down and said, "Don't be serious, you think we are joking with you..."

"If I have time, I really want to have fun with you." The boss' eyes fell on his hands, and he smiled while smoking, "Everyone has their own suitable punishment methods and their own weaknesses. Hard people will also be destroyed by punishment and become obedient."

He exhaled a puff of white smoke and said, "Your fingers are beautiful, do you know how to play a kite with a mouse?"

Lin Luo had heard about it, it was a kind of torture, and the fingers were flicked with a thin elastic thread until the ten fingers were bloody and bloody, almost broken in the middle, but the nerves were still connected, making life worse than death.

"It's a pity that I don't have so much time, why don't I really want to try it." The corner of the boss's mouth was raised, and his tone was a little regretful.He seemed to be thinking about how to torture him, he reached out to touch his eyelashes, and rubbed his brow bone with his rough fingertips: "I can only do it faster, your eyes are so beautiful, or gouging them out , which one do you think I should dig first?"

Lin Luo often stayed with Lin Xianglan in the city bureau. He had seen many criminals. They were either ferocious, indifferent, bloodthirsty, or greedy, but none seemed as frightening as the boss in front of him.

When the boss said those words with a smile, it made people believe that he was not joking, nor was he using these words to threaten people. He would really do it, and he felt happy because of it.

Just now, no matter how much the man in black named Hound beat him, he was never afraid, but at this moment, facing this "friendly" boss, he felt fear.

That kind of fear permeated every nerve in him, and it was beyond his control. His teeth touched, and he couldn't help shaking.

The boss seemed somewhat satisfied with his reaction.

At this time, the boss's phone rang. He went out for a while, and when he came back, his attitude changed, with a disappointed and regretful face: "The chamber of commerce said, don't ask, speed up."

Just as Lin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the boss continue: "Just kill it, move quickly, leave two people to arrange the scene, make sure to do it cleanly, and leave the others."

The boss's tone was light and airy, as if he was not talking about a human life, deciding a person's life or death.

The hound asks: "How to kill?"

The boss wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then handed them the ashtray to rinse.With a smile in his eyes, he said: "Be like a fish, and don't let him die too easily."

Then the others withdrew.

The hound stood up and took something, which was the knife he had prepared earlier, and he held it with gloves on: "Enjoy the process of dying."

Taking advantage of this moment, Lin Luo broke free from the restraints on his hands. He suddenly jumped up and rushed over like a wild beast, fighting with the hounds.

The hound was not on guard and was thrown to the ground by him.

He knew that this was his last chance, his fists hit the hound's face one after another, and then he lowered his head and bit the hound's hand, trying to leave some blood, or something.

But the hound covered his whole body tightly, and his teeth could not bite through the gloves no matter how sharp they were.

The dying struggle didn't do much, and soon he was roughly pulled away from the hound.

After being tortured for a long time, he finally lost any strength in his body.

"Damn it, court death!" The hound didn't seem to expect that he would fight back at this time.The hound pulled down the mask and spat out a mouthful of blood. At that moment, he finally saw the man's face clearly. There was a red birthmark on his chin.

The last counterattack was also defeated.

He was thrown on the huge marble table of KTV, his hands were firmly pressed, and he was raised above his head.

The blade entered the body from the bottom of the chest, and blood came out quickly.

At that time, he finally understood what it means to treat fish as if it were a live fish on the chopping board.

The severe pain exploded, and his body trembled violently in pain.

The whole wound was like a one-word method in anatomy. The depth not only cut through the flesh, but also penetrated deep into the viscera.He was forced to let out a "huh" by the severe pain.

I don't know if all this is the retribution for what he did to Lin Xianglan's body back then.

The accomplice reminded: "Remember to kill with passion."

"I know." The hound said, and stabbed him twice in the stomach.

The pain came like a tidal wave, directly hitting the brain through the nerves, and he was so painful that cold sweat broke out layer by layer, and the blood stained his clothes, flowing down his body, and pooled under his body.

At this time, even death has become a luxury.

The hound still refused to let him go. He was bitter about not asking the answer just now. Even if the mission goal changed at this time, he still wanted to ask an answer to save some face.

The hound compared his neck with a knife: "Tell me, where is the rest? I'll give you a happy one."

He no longer denied that he hid something, swallowed a mouthful of blood, but smiled: "I won't tell you even if I die."

"Crazy!" the man cursed him.

Lying on the marble tabletop, the smile on his face was even stronger: "One day, you will die too. I will wait for you in hell."

The pain was extreme, tears seemed to overflow from the corners of his eyes, he felt cold and hurt, he gritted his teeth and refused to let out a vague moan of pain.

Never give in to these murderers.

There was a section in the middle that seemed to be bleeding too much, his consciousness was hazy and he felt that he was going to die at any moment.

Those people began to arrange the scene, hurriedly removed the plastic sheeting, and were busy placing something, and finally opened his mobile phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Then it seemed that someone was shouting: "Someone is coming!"

"Go and check again, is it really dead?"

Someone said: "Let's go, it's all like this, I can't live anymore, there is another one to deal with."

He closed his eyes, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't figure out what they meant when they said there was another one to deal with.

Then he heard footsteps.

Someone called his name in fear: "Lin Luo, Lin Luo wake up..."

His hands and feet were numb, his body lacked any strength, and he opened his eyes weakly, unable to see the person in front of him clearly, but he knew that it should be Gu Yanchen.