Chapter 183

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a sudden "bang" vibration, which opened a gap in the chaotic consciousness.

Song Zhou opened his eyes, only to find darkness before him. His body curled up, as if it were stuffed into a box.

The box fell and shook with a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

It felt like being dragged down the stairs. Song Zhou, already dizzy, felt even more dizzy from the shock, and only managed to hold back from vomiting.

He heard Wang Hanshuang's panting and talking outside the box: "I'm sorry. There's no elevator in the basement. I can't carry you. I can only drag you down step by step..."

The tumbling finally stopped. After another chaotic commotion, Wang Hanshuang breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, it's in... My old waist..."

The lid was opened, light came in, and Song Zhou quickly closed his eyes.

"You haven't woken up yet?" Wang Hanshuang said anxiously, "You haven't woken up after all this trouble? Could it be an overdose of anesthetic?"

She dragged Song Zhou out of the box, and in the chaos, she knocked something over and something spilled onto the ground.

Song Zhou lay flat on his back, feeling the carpet beneath him. His right hand happened to be pressing down on something that looked like a sharp weapon.

A hand pressed against his forehead. Wang Hanshuang was testing his temperature, muttering softly, "You don't have a fever, do you?"

Song Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and grabbed Wang Hanshuang's wrist, grabbed the sharp weapon with his right hand, pushed her to the side, turned over, and put the sharp weapon against her throat!

Wang Hanshuang looked at the blade pressing against her neck, then looked at Song Zhou in surprise: "Can you get up? The anesthetic wore off so quickly, youth means a good metabolism!"

Only then did Song Zhou realize that he was holding a sharp dagger in his hand.

He stood up so suddenly that the world was spinning and he felt like he was going to fall. With a cold sweat pouring down his forehead, he forced himself to hold on and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Let me go..."

Wang Hanshuang faced the blade without fear: "Qiu Song, the anesthetic effect hasn't worn off yet. You don't have the strength to launch a second attack. Only by killing you with one blow will we have a chance."

She tilted her neck back, a look of madness on her face. "I'll give you a chance. I'll count to three."

Song Zhou's eyes were red, the blade was against Wang Hanshuang's carotid artery, and his hands were trembling.

"Three, two, one." Wang Hanshuang exerted force with both hands, and Song Zhou was pushed out and fell backwards to the floor.

Wang Hanshuang stood up and sighed, "I knew you couldn't be cruel. Child, being too kind will only bring you harm.

"This is a secret room in the basement of the trading company. It was used by Tibetans during the war. It's very secretive. Lü Dun accidentally discovered it while renovating the company. Even the owner didn't know it existed.

"Lü Dun told me over the phone to lock you up here and starve you half to death. When Zhu Zangmo returns from the temple, he'll bring him here and kill you both, then fake the scene to make it look like you killed Zhu Zangmo.

"Qiu Song, let's use their trick and turn this place into a trap to kill Lu Dun, okay?

"When he comes over, you can't be as soft-hearted as you were just now."

Song Zhou was so dizzy that his vision was blurred. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you ask me to kill, will I kill?"

"If you don't kill him, he will kill you!"

Wang Hanshuang took two eager steps forward, wishing she could grab his hand and stab Lu Dun. "You know, Lu Dun is an expert at destroying evidence and shifting blame. It's hard for the police to catch him. If you let him go this time, the biggest possibility is that he will get away with it!"

She pointed at herself and said, "I was the one who kidnapped you. I will confess when the time comes to prove that you didn't plan to ambush him. Even if you killed him, it would be self-defense!"

“Remember, without Lü Dun’s support, Zhu Zangmo wouldn’t have been able to get that far, and Qiu Yue wouldn’t have died.

"This is the only chance to avenge Qiu Yue. It's up to you whether you want Lu Dun to pay for his blood debt with blood."

With a "bang", a heavy door closed and Wang Hanshuang's voice disappeared.

Song Zhou lay on the floor for a while before the dizziness subsided.

After getting up, he rushed to the door. It was a solid iron door with an electronic code screen where the door lock should be.

It originally had a two-way combination lock, requiring a password to enter and exit. Judging by the door and lock, it's probably a safe-deposit box.

"You damn bastard Lu Dun, using such a high-end lock for a shabby house, he has money but nowhere to spend it..." Song Zhou cursed and tried several times, but it kept giving error messages and the electronic screen was locked for thirty minutes.

Song Zhou leaned against the door dejectedly and slid down to the ground.

Only then did he look around the room.

The house is very small, about 20 square meters, and there are no windows.

But the decoration is quite exquisite. The floor is carpeted, there is a table, a sofa chair, and a small bathroom at the back of the room.

The most eye-catching thing is the LCD screen that occupies an entire wall, which is currently in black state.

There was a large cardboard box and a black travel bag on the ground.

These two things were brought in by Wang Hanshuang.

Song Zhou stood up, his legs still weak, and stumbled over to check.

The black travel bag had been overturned, and the dagger that Song Zhou got fell out of the bag.

He sat on the carpet and rummaged through it. The remote control in its sealed bag. Yu Aiai's hairpin.

Song Zhou gave a wry smile. This was something Wang Hanshuang had left for him to "atone for his sins."

Another stun gun was found.

This thing is not very practical. It can only knock someone unconscious if it is placed against their heart or head for a long time.

It usually only brings numbness and pain, and it is difficult to make the other party completely lose the ability to resist. It is more deterrent than aggressive.

There was also a hemp rope, a piece of thick steel bar over a foot long, and the dagger thrown aside... these were the tools prepared for him to commit the crime.

Was this piece of steel bar stolen from Zhuangzhuang's scrap pile?

Let him use whichever one suits him best. If he can't get it right the first time, try again with a different style.

Wang Hanshuang is so thoughtful.

Look at that big cardboard box again. It says on it: Braised Beef Instant Noodles.

These were the rations Wang Hanshuang prepared for him.

He sighed and looked up at the huge electronic screen. Is this the company's monitoring room?

He found a remote control, pressed it once, and the screen lit up.

The electronic screen was divided into grids, displaying images of different rooms. Put together, it was the interior of a large villa-style house. It was empty.

He had never been to Zhu Zangmo's house, but he guessed it instantly when he thought about the few words Wang Hanshuang said when he was unconscious.

It is the terminal device for monitoring Zhu Zangmo's family!

All the boxes were empty. Zhu Zangmo and Fu Weiru hadn't returned home yet. The substitute nanny was nowhere to be seen either; she must have been sent away by Fu Weiru.

Song Zhou pondered the equipment for a while and entered the background system.

But I was disappointed to find that the system was set to automatically clean up every 24 hours and nothing useful was saved.

He reset it and turned off automatic cleanup. Everything he recorded from then on would be saved.

He fiddled with the remote control and control keyboard alternately for a while, trying to connect to the external network through the monitoring host and send a distress signal.

However, the system only opens a dedicated transmission port that matches the remote camera and can only receive image signals. The channel connecting to the external network is set with permission encryption.

Song Zhou angrily threw down his keyboard and turned to unpack the instant noodles. Then he became even angrier.

"They're all the same flavor? Can't they mix it up a bit? No ham? No braised eggs? Or are they in bags? How can I make instant noodles without a bowl?"

How could the food be so poor when they had all the tools they needed to commit the crime? He wanted to take back his "thoughtful" comment!

Song Zhou was filled with resentment.

Then he thought of something more important and panicked: "By the way, is there any hot water here?"

Fortunately, Lü Dun had a habit of drinking tea, probably learned from Zhu Zangmo. There was a pile of tea leaves and a complete set of tea sets, as well as an electric kettle in the room.

That was a close call, I almost had to eat the flatbread dry.

Song Zhou used Lü Dun's teapot to make noodles and used a fair cup to brew the most expensive tea. He ate cheap food but drank high-end drinks.

After eating and drinking, the anesthetic effect had completely dissipated, and he had strength again. He rolled up his sleeves and began the search.

Song Zhou firmly believed that Lu Dun must have hidden a spare key in this room.

There is a hidden keyhole under the combination lock electronic screen. When the password is forgotten, the device is powered off, or the system fails, the spare physical key can be used to unlock the lock.

Otherwise, if the electronic lock malfunctions, people will be locked in this dark room that even the landlord doesn't know about, and no one may find them even if they are trapped for a hundred years.

The house was very small and there were not many furnitures. After searching for a while, nothing was found.

Does Lu Dun really trust the quality of the lock so much that he dares not keep a spare key?

Song Zhou didn't believe it.

They searched over and over again, inch by inch, and pried open the wooden floor under the carpet piece by piece with steel bars.

He was desperate to escape. If he didn't actively save himself, he didn't know how many days he would be trapped here. Wang Hanshuang even impersonated him and sent Xiao He such a private message. Xiao He must be worried sick.

While in the car, Wang Hanshuang had instilled so much in him that he was not unmoved.

Wang Hanshuang was right. Without the planning of Lu Dun and Fu Weiru, Zhu Zangmo, who had a low IQ, might have been exposed and fallen into the hands of the law long ago.

Qiu Yue would not have been killed.

It was difficult to convict Lu Dun. Killing him directly would be the most satisfying and liberating.

But Song Zhou didn't want to be manipulated.

Even if he wanted to kill Lu Dun, he had to do so when he had complete initiative and choice.

Instead of having someone hold your head down and hold a knife to you.