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【Unknown number】：[picture.jpg]

[Unknown Number]: Zhen Mozhao, if you want the photo, come to Lingshui Warehouse alone, otherwise it will appear on the phones of everyone you care about before dawn.

He Mozhao, who had just finished taking a shower and was about to change clothes before going to Baili Group to accompany Baili Xiyao to work, saw a text message from an unfamiliar number. He slid his thumb away carelessly. The photo was still loading, and the text caught his eye first.

Photos? What photos…!!

He Mozhao's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the loaded photos.

The photo shows a little boy who is tied to a chair. Although he looks disheveled, his face is still delicate. There is a person standing behind him. The person is hidden in the darkness, and his appearance and gender cannot be seen clearly, but from the big hands placed on both sides of the boy's cheeks, it can be seen that they are a pair of men's hands.

The little boy didn't know what was happening before his eyes. He only saw fear in his eyes in the photo. His face was pale and blue. There were traces of tears on his thin face. His eyes were red and swollen, and there was a little scarlet on the corners of his pale lips.

He Mozhao's handsome face lost all color, his long legs seemed to be filled with lead and unable to move, but his slender hands were shaking constantly, and in just a few seconds, the phone fell to the ground.

His hand suddenly came to his chest, tightly grasping the bathrobe at his chest, pressing it against his chest, his knuckles turning white, he was a little breathless, and a scarlet color appeared in his eyes.

The painful memories from more than ten years ago came one after another. He Mozhao shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the memories, but it was of no avail. Those memories were like seedlings being pulled up for survival, growing wildly in his mind and heart, quickly devouring He Mozhao's perception, and making him fall into darkness in an instant, sinking deeper and deeper.

He Mozhao closed his eyes and slumped on the ground, one hand against his heart and the other hand banging his head frantically, trying to drive away the pain with his own strength. He was like a drowning child in an isolated place. If he couldn't save himself, he would only become a dead soul in the water.

a long time.

He Mozhao sat on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, opened his tightly closed eyes, and the pain was hidden deep in his eyes. He had regained most of his clarity, but his face was still slightly pale.

If it weren't for the still trembling fingertips hidden under the cuffs of his bathrobe, he would have been no different from usual.

He Mozhao, who was determined to destroy the photos, sent a text message to Baili Xiyao, and then went to the Lingshui warehouse mentioned in the text message alone.

What He Mozhao didn't realize was that the text message was not sent successfully.

Lingshui Warehouse.

As He Mozhao stepped into the warehouse, the door behind him closed automatically. He Mozhao looked back, feeling uneasy but ignored it and continued to walk deeper into the warehouse.

When he walked to a curtain, the lights in the warehouse were suddenly turned off, and everything in front of him was pitch black. He Mozhao frowned and said coldly, "Come out!"

An echo came from a speaker somewhere, the words being changed by a voice changer, making them shrill and unreasonable. "Zhen Mo... Oh no, I should call you He Mozhao now. I didn't expect you to come alone."

"Zhen Linye, come out!"

After hearing He Mozhao's words, the other end paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. The sound was a little harsh through the voice changer, "Hahahaha, little bastard is worthy of being a little bastard. You have been smart since childhood. Unfortunately, even if you guessed right, you still can't escape from my palm! Just like back then! Do you want me to help you recall how embarrassed and miserable you were back then?"

It turns out that this is the trump card that Zhen Linye has been holding in his hand all along!

He Mozhao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a blue light flash before his eyes.

The long blue light passed through the air and projected onto the pure white screen. In just a few seconds, a video appeared on the screen, an edited video.

In the video, there is only a little boy.

One was sometimes tied to a chair and sometimes to a bed.

Sometimes struggling violently, sometimes silent and quiet.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the disgust, fear, that was either mild or strong, in those round, peach-shaped eyes...

His face turned pale as paper, and the blood in his body froze for a moment. He Mozhao suddenly stepped forward, raised the projector above his head, and smashed it to the ground with all his strength.

With a bang, the light around disappeared.

In the darkness, the projector shattered into pieces, parts flying everywhere. He Mozhao screamed like crazy, "Zhen Linye! Come out! Come out!!!"

In the darkness, you can't see your hand in front of you, but your hearing becomes more sensitive.

It was as if the sounds all around had no response, and a soft and hoarse child's voice was repeated continuously.

Listening carefully, I could hear him crying for help, sometimes loudly, sometimes softly, sometimes he broke down and cried, sometimes he whispered uncomfortably.

Mom, help...

Save Zhao Zhao...

Mom, don't be afraid...

…

"ah!!!!"

He Mozhao clutched his head in agony and cried out in anger. His slender figure spun on the spot, shouting towards the source of all the noise: "Zhen Linye! Come out! Come out!!!"

Dozens of kilometers away at the Baili Group, Baili Xiyao, who was working overtime, felt a pain in his heart. He put his palm against his heart, and the subtle pain had not yet dissipated, but uneasiness filled his entire heart.

call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air was drowned out by He Mozhao's shout, and a thin needle pierced into the side of He Mozhao's neck.

The next second, He Mozhao fell to the ground with a muffled sound and lost consciousness.

Baili Xiyao picked up his phone, opened the address book, and dialed.

A cold female voice rang out from the other end of the line: "Hello, the number you dialed is out of service. Please try again later." "Sorry! The subscriber you dialed can…"

Hang up and replay. Hello, the number you dialed is out of service area. Please try again later. Sorry! The subscriber...

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