In front of the camera.

Zhou Han entered the live broadcast room and took a deep breath facing the camera.

"Let's get started." Someone reminded her.

Zhou Han spoke quietly: "My name is Zhou Han, and I'm a researcher at the Provincial Materials Research Institute. I guarantee on my life that everything I say next is true..."

She talked about the dungeon under the Yun family mansion and her experience of escaping death. She told everything she knew, but she concealed Bu Tiange's name.

——Of course, this is Bu Tiange’s request.

With the tag "Yuncheng Mystery", the popularity of the live broadcast room soared exponentially.

The person who had previously reminded Zhou Han to start asked her to stop: "Okay, Miss Zhou, thank you for your cooperation."

Zhou Han fell silent and watched the man take the phone away.

She clenched her fingers tightly, letting her nails dig into her flesh.

Being a chess piece that was nearly sacrificed, is this her fate?

Zhou Han mustered up the courage to grab the phone and re-entered the live broadcast room, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

"One more thing... The explosion at the institute is entirely my fault," she said. "I am willing to bear all consequences of this accident and clear my mentor's name."

The barrage was in uproar.

She finally did the right thing, Zhou Han thought.

She exited the live broadcast room, glanced at the screen, and realized that she was already in tears.

Dungeon.

After an unknown amount of time, Bu Tiange shook his head and struggled to open his eyelids.

She tried to move her arms, but suddenly found that her hands were tied behind her back and locked in the center of the platform, unable to move at all.

The smell of formaldehyde was still pungent, and it spread through her limbs with waves of coolness, forcing her to stay awake.

She tilted her head and looked at Yun Qianheng, with a strange warm light in her eyes.

"Do you want to torture me or stuff me?" she asked.

Yun Qianheng lowered his eyes and picked up the scalpel from the tray.

The tip of the knife slid along the edge of his face, and the cold back of the knife gently hit Bu Tiange's cheek.

"Life is so long, how can I make you remember me?"

The iron chain left red marks on his skin. Bu Tiange untied the chains while stalling for time. "There are many ways for me to remember you. Can you choose a gentler one?"

Yun Qianheng looked at her for a moment, then raised his hand to cover her vision.

"These eyes... I hope the last person they see in the world is me."

He spoke softly, the sound of his breath brushing against the tip of his ear, "It will be fine soon. It won't hurt, my baby."

"Oh, how can it not hurt?" The chains that bound his hands loosened little by little, and Bu Tiange continued to deal with him.

It’s almost there, it’s almost there.

"It seems like time is running out." Yun Qianheng pressed his cold fingertips against her lips, lowering his brows and smiling softly, "Give me a few more minutes, and don't scream."

Bu Tiange pursed his lips tightly and snorted coldly.

She exerted force, and the chain clanked as she pulled until it finally broke.

"It takes me enough time to untie this level of chains."

As Bu Tiange spoke, a cold light flashed from his sleeve and the knife flashed, heading straight for Yun Qianheng's throat.

At this moment, the dungeon door was pushed open by external force, and uniformed figures armed with guns entered one after another.

Bu Tiange shook his head and calmly put the knife into his sleeve.

The leader quickly ordered his men to protect her and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, are you okay?"

Bu Tiange smiled and said, "It's okay."

She turned her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and stared at the place where the sunlight came in.

It's over, it's finally over.

All evil deeds will be exposed to the light of day, or simply covered up by another evil deed.

But none of this matters. What matters is that she won and she is the ultimate winner.