Lu Zhishu and Huang Zhilong looked at each other, and both saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

After the incident of the Huchuan Radio and Television Tower, the upper floors have been cutting the relationship with the murder case.

A series of arrangements made by Lu Yuzhu before her death forced the police to investigate overseas, and the scapegoat outside the country has long been drawn into prison, just waiting to be offered as a sacrifice to close the case.

But who would have known such a big thing could happen in the "Trial" crew at this time.

Hu Yi was killed, his parents will definitely investigate.

Huang Zhilong knew that he could not escape the call, took a deep breath, and suppressed the trembling in his voice: "Mr. Duan."

"Ouch, Mr. Huang." The man's silky and elegant voice came from the mobile phone, and it was commonplace, "It's been a long time since I received a call from Mr. Huang, you see. Look, I can't help but call you myself."

"Mr. Duan, where are you..."

The man smiled: "I miss you. I want to greet you. I wonder if Mr. Huang has been sleeping soundly these days?"

Huang Zhilong had just been arguing with Lu Zhi, and now there were beads of sweat on his forehead: "I..."

"I heard that your filming has been suspended, tsk, a producer who is busy every day, and finally got a chance to rest. I should sleep until three poles every day and enjoy this rare vacation."

“…”

Mr. Duan smiled and his tone changed abruptly: "Unfortunately, Mr. Huang slept well, but I didn't sleep well. Do you know why?"

Huang Zhilong: "Duan and Duan are joking. When something like this happens, I can't sleep or eat at all, and I've been trying to find a solution..."

Mr. Duan sneered: "Oh? You also know that something happened. I thought you were on vacation in which island to do a spa, and I haven't called for so long, and I have to find you in person. "

"Hug...sorry, I'm really stretched..."

"You don't need to apologize." Mr. Duan was still slow, and there was no joy or anger in his voice. "Mr. Huang is now the big boss. It's right not to tell me about some business matters. I'm not in the mood to ask more. I just don't know where Huang has offended. ."

Mr. Duan paused: "I heard that I almost lost blood."

"Mr. Duan... We have always been honest with each other, and I have not deceived your business." Huang Zhilong's nose was dripping with sweat, "My annual accounts are against you. It's very clear...even the data of all the employees under my hands are backed up with you, you should not doubt me."

"There is no doubt." The other party said leisurely, "It's just that I can't figure it out. This person, for no reason, was used as a film and television prop, immersed in the solution tank. I can't think that someone else is simply trying to kill a movie project in such a curious way."

"Yes...Yes...but I really don't know who I have offended..." Huang Zhilong's cigar was constantly burning, "I really...I don't understand why this happens. ."

Mr. Duan smiled: "You don't have to be so nervous."

Huang Zhilong wiped his sweat.

"Actually, in terms of seniority, you have been in the organization even earlier than I took over this position. You are the old father of the organization." President Duan said calmly, "Since you say that, I am suspicious. No, I don't doubt you, I won't suspect you."

Huang Zhilong breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Duan: "But you must know that the surnamed Hu is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you let them discover something during the investigation of this murder, you should know what the consequences will be. I'll talk more."

"Yes, yes..."

"Although there is no clue about the murderer who dared to kill under your nose, you and I don't know his ultimate purpose. Just be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. Are you right?"

"Yes, yes..."

Mr. Duan said: "Okay. Then what should be done quickly and what should not be done again, you should know very well in your heart. That's all I said."

"Don't leave too much time for the other party, and wipe the traces of fishiness as soon as possible."

Huang Zhilong answered again and again, and then hung up the phone.

At the moment when the phone was turned off, Huang Zhilong's pale face looked very gloomy.

Lu Zhishu leaned against the wall: "I hope what you said today is the truth."

"No half of what I said was false."

After Lu Zhishu left, Huang Zhilong slumped on the chair and covered his eyes with his elbows.

Murder is not terrible for them. They are all knives licking blood, with human faces and animal hearts.

The scary thing is that they don't know the details of each other now.

Being able to do such a thing shows that the other party's means are not inferior to their organization, and locking the murder target on Hu Yi also proves that the other party's status is likely to be very high, as high as In case, they will not put Hu's parents and Hu's mother in their eyes.

When did he offend such a person?

Huang Zhilong couldn't remember, he began to doubt every secret project.

Are some of them wrong?

If it's really a problem with those projects, it's even more troublesome.

Also - what is the other party's next step?

Hu Yi died, but Huang Zhilong did not forget that there were two girls in his hands—they were his employees, whose whereabouts are still unknown.

Huang Zhilong has always regarded these people with no identity and background as a must-have. In the past, such a girl would die if she died, and his parents would come to his company with a banner and kneel at the door of his company. Repress it.

But at this moment, the fate of those two mustards and his fate were tied together, and he had to fear for them.

Because he didn't know what tricks the other party planned to make with those two girls.

After thinking for a long time, Huang Zhilong picked up his mobile phone again and dialed someone's phone: "Hello... Yes, hello Team Zhou. I want to ask the two missing girls, do you have any Any clues?"

This moment.

Mysterious location.

This should be a basement, the air is cold and humid, and there is a bitter rotten wood smell.

The girl slowly woke up from the coma.

The moment she opened her eyes, she thought that she would be lying on the spring bed in the crew hotel, and everything before was a nightmare that she had been too tired and had for days.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

Fear quickly filled her eyes.

She looked around in horror and wanted to scream, but found that her mouth was completely blocked by the cloth, and she could only let out the weakest whimper.

She struggled hysterically like every animal that fell into a trap but survived.

She twisted her head and neck, and found that she was locked in a cage more than one meter high, with her hands cut back.

"Woooooooooooooo!"

The girl was terrified, and she recalled everything that happened before the coma—

A person wearing a baseball cap.

The reflection of the raised stick behind her as she raised her phone to take a photo.

In the cultivating cabin, the dark hair fluttered like seaweed, she fixed her eyes—

I found that it was Teacher Hu who had just spoken to her not long ago.

In the turbid solution, the skin is dead white.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

Big tears streamed down the girl's face.

She was soaking wet, sweating, and urinating incontinence…

Where is she?

Where is this!

Except for the cage, there is a large area of ​​darkness around.

What about her friends? What about Xiao Yang?

She kicked and kicked in despair, twisting her body frantically, trying to loosen the rope that bound her whole body.

Then—

"Miss."

She shuddered violently.

I turned around sharply, only to see a mess of grass in the corner of the cage.

She collapsed even more, thinking it was because of extreme fear that she lost her mind and had auditory hallucinations.

But just as she turned her head away, she heard the voice say again.

"Miss."

She turned her head again.

The unkempt grass moved.

The girl saw clearly that there was a child standing behind the pile of grass.

Very small, boy, only five or six years old.

But his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hands and feet were not tied. He didn't look like he was caught, but a little kid running into the cellar to play.

The girl let out a cry, and tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

"Shh, miss, don't call."

The boy walked towards her lightly, looking up at the entrance to the top cabin in the basement.

Then he approached the cage, tiptoed, and slowly untied the strip of cloth that was holding the girl's mouth.

The girl gasped sharply, breathing heavily, her lips trembling and her teeth rattling.

"I... Where am I... Who are you... Xiao Yang? Where is the sister who is with me? Did you see it? What do you want to do... ah? What do you want to do? !"

"

“…”

Maybe there is no malice in the boy, and the girl is silent, but it may be too scared to speak, and the whole person is shaking.

The boy whispered to her across the cage: "This is the basement of a big villa. I'm just a child, I don't know what the adults who come here do, but I see them doing bad things La."

"Do, do bad things?" The girl trembled, "...what...what bad things?"

The little boy was silent and shook his head.

Girl: "Then...the sister who was arrested with me...Did you see it?"

"I see."

"Where is she?"

The little boy pointed to the sole of his foot.

"Downstairs?"

"In the sewer pipe."

“…!!”

Little boy: "She's dead."

"I didn't have time to save her, I didn't have time to think of a way for her. We often have this kind of thing here, and the adults told me to leave it alone." Talk to the girl.

As anachronistic as it may be, the human brain can sometimes be so out of control.

The girl suddenly thought of a photo for a moment—

It was in the Auschwitz concentration camp of World War II, a German boy walked along the road with a calm expression and calm eyes, and just beside the road he passed, there were a large number of corpses of Jewish refugees piled up .

And the boy in front of him seems to be the same.

...I beg you...my family is the only daughter...my parents...my parents..."

She was shaking so much, her teeth were rattling.

"My parents will collapse...! Please... think of a way..."

"Don't be afraid." The boy said softly, "I'm here to find a way to save you. They arrest a lot of people, and sometimes they forget about it... I just let a few go. They haven't suspected me yet because I'm just a kid."

The boy said, took out a small door lock, and began to lower his head intently to open the door for the girl.

"Sister, in this basement, there is a trail connecting to it, you should escape forward. Oh yes, remember to take this, this is a large drawing of the villa. I will mark it for you. The safest way to exit."

The girl hurriedly took it, the excessive fright made her lose the ability to think calmly.

She doesn't realize how unreasonable what is happening now.

Only the word escape was left in her mind, swelled enough to squeeze out any sense of reason. She hurriedly grabbed the blueprint in her hand and glanced at the little boy gratefully.

"Thank you...Thank you..."

The little boy smiled obediently with his hands behind his back: "It's okay, sister, let's go."

The girl stumbled and fled, and lost a shoe in the process. The boy stood by the cage and watched her disappear until she disappeared into the deep darkness.

After some time, the trapdoor in the upper basement made a creaking sound.

A beam of warm yellow light shone, and a man who looked like a housekeeper went down to the basement.

The housekeeper walked over to the boy.

But unlike what the boy said, the housekeeper was not his father, but gave him a respectful salute.

"The game is arranged. The player has followed the blueprint and walked into the monitoring area."

The boy said with a smile: "Let's play games then."

He said, followed the housekeeper up and left the dark basement.

The trapdoor in the basement is carved with a cat playing with its prey—

The pleasure of feline killing is not in enjoying the death of the prey.

And enjoy the fear of the prey before it dies.

The boy walked into the brightly lit hall—

The light was plentiful now, and his face and dress became very clear—a handsome boy, maybe even, stunning.

The boy was in clean attire, but very strangely...his feet.

On his tiny feet, he was wearing a pair of custom-made pocket red high heels!

This is really a very perverted combination. A boy of five or six years old has a pair of extremely adult, but downsized women's high heels.

The little boy stepped on high heels and came to the coffee table in the hall. He turned his eyes and looked at the picture projected on the wall by the big screen.

The girl in the picture has stepped into a labyrinth-like complex road, and her face is filled with fresh tension and fear.

The boy watched with interest for a while, walked over, stared at the screen, and picked up a device similar to a psp on the table.

He smiled and nodded with his tender little hand—“The game begins.”