[Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The Torture Story of Bai Yueguang (55)]
Rosier's expression was indescribable.
The seemingly weak girl remained calm when talking about anatomy, as if it were a common occurrence.
Like a seasoned forensic pathologist.
He packed up the scalpel bag and handed it over, staring at Yan Qing's smooth movements.
He pursed his lips and frowned, as if he was looking at a pervert.
It was not until Yan Qing's rubber-gloved hands rummaged through the corpse's stomach that she actually found something.
Rossier felt that he must be like an idiot who had never seen the world.
Yan Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, as if everything was expected.
She put the things she took out on the tray, changed her gloves again, and then cut the hair that was tangled on it.
A small piece of cloth wrapped with hair was rolled up together. When it was opened, the Chinese word "矿" was written in blood.
The crooked characters exude a sense of unfamiliarity.
Judging from the appearance of the corpse, it seems that he is from Country T.
Why do people from country T ask for help in Chinese?
Yan Qing pursed her lips. The piece of cloth in her hand was small, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
This is the only message that a young girl in her prime conveyed at the cost of her life.
"How do you know—" Rosier's voice brought her back from her trance.
After Yan Qing burned the cloth on the alcohol lamp, he took off his gloves and pointed at his head.
Of course she couldn't say it, because in her world and in her time, there were also people who used corpses to deliver messages.
So when I saw the body, I thought about giving it a try.
Don't talk about respecting the dead.
In her opinion, being kind to a corpse is the greatest cruelty to it.
As for dissection, she didn’t know how to do it before, and neither did the original owner who grew up in a greenhouse.
But now she does.
Among the six people who committed suicide in the special training camp because they could not bear the torture, half of their bodies became her practice pieces.
Rossier instantly understood what she was trying to say, which was to ask him to use his brain to think.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of being implicated.
However, even if Yan Qing did not choose to perform an autopsy on the body, his other self would eventually discover what was inside.
Because hollowing out the internal organs is a necessary process in making wax figures of the human body.
The bloody and brutal scenes that surged through his memory caused his fingers hanging by his side to tremble almost imperceptibly.
“Won’t we be exposed here?” Yan Qing looked around again.
Xiao Ba, who had digested the energy and awakened from hibernation, did not scan any surveillance equipment here.
Rosier tore off the bloody bandage on his arm and lowered his eyelids: "Don't worry, no one dares to come in here."
Without his iris verification, outsiders cannot enter here.
Another him gave Rocky several masterpieces.
Rocky was also happy with his madness.
He looked up at the spotlight above his head and smiled casually: "These are the evidence that the old man wants him to keep. They can show that he is a monster."
This "he" refers to the unrecognized secondary personality.
Yan Qing tilted her head to look at him. Perhaps because of the glare of the light, she saw sparkling crystals in his eyes.
"Brother, don't hate the wrong person." She snatched the bandage from the man's hand and bandaged the bloody hole on his arm that looked more serious.
If she hadn't been injected with the drug, with her strength, she wouldn't have been left with just these seemingly serious flesh wounds.
She looked Rosier straight in the eye and continued, "It is truly foolish to blame yourself."
Self-loathing is the beginning of destruction.
Rosier's eyes flashed, and he suddenly hugged her in his arms, his wicked smile making his favored face even more charming.
"Sister." A morbid paranoia flashed in his eyes, "As people of the same kind, we should be tied together."
Never separate.
He was responded with a crotch kick.
Yan Qing looked at the man who had suddenly become ill and sneered, "It seems like my brother hasn't been fucked enough yet."
The finely crafted scalpel flipped between his fingers, the flashing silver light carrying a full threat.
She doesn't need any kind of people.
Rossier, who was crouching in a crouch, took a long time to straighten up, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Even though his temples were throbbing with pain, he still pretended to be strong: "My sister's love is never enough for me."
He reacted very quickly to dodge the hidden weapon flying towards him, and his already pale and weak handsome face was covered with cold sweat.
Tsk, my sister is so heartless, my brother is so sad.
"Send someone to secretly investigate all the jade mines in Myanmar, both new and old." Yan Qing glared at him, "Brother should not be so stupid that he is beyond redemption."
The words on the cloth are simple but easy to understand.
Here, the most famous thing is jade.
Thinking of something, she asked again: "Do you know the identity of that so-called distinguished guest?"
Rossier straightened his face and said, "The members of the Burmese government have some say."
Yan Qing curled his lips playfully: "I heard that they are preparing for an election over there."
The two looked at each other, and both saw a hint of understanding in each other's eyes.
If Rocky really wants to be the final winner of this congressional election as they think, he will inevitably be in a state of chaos.
Their chance has come.
"It's time to go upstairs, my dear brother." Yan Qing covered the corpse on the bed with a white cloth.
When she stabbed Rosier with a knife, she had a lot of this guy's blood on her body. After leaving the dark room, she went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
Wrapped in a towel, I opened the door and prepared to go back to my room, but I saw my old friend in the corridor.
The sturdy and tall young man, with his handsome eyebrows furrowed, pressed the middle-aged politician against the wall and beat him.
No matter how he threatened with his identity or begged for mercy, Agang had no intention of stopping.
At this moment, his mind was filled with the man's insulting words that Yan Qing had an affair with Rossier, and all the muscles in his body were filled with violent aura.
Just like the immortal evil spirit.
The mature and steady Mr. Hu leaned against the opposite wall smoking a cigarette, and only symbolically asked him not to beat the man to death.
The housekeeper, with a painful look on his face and a butterfly knife stuck in his shoulder, lay on the side of the corridor, shouting at him to stop, but he didn't dare to crawl forward a step.
Something unexpected happened at the manor in the middle of the night, and Rocky went out with almost all the guards, leaving the general's mansion almost an empty shell.
He followed the general's arrangement and prepared to send the people away overnight, but who knew that he would encounter two evil gods. This brainless politician had to talk badly.
It was said that the young lady of the general's mansion was having fun with the eldest young master in the room.
This damn dog!
He cursed inwardly, his old face wrinkled like a withered chrysanthemum.
Yan Qing pushed the door open and made A Gang, who was furious, stop.
The middle-aged man slid down the wall limply, with a bruised face and nose, and it looked like he wasn't going to last long.
"A Qing." The young man looked at Yan Qing, who was only wearing a bath towel, with red eyes. His cruel expression completely turned into grievance.
Mr. Hu crushed out the cigarette he had thrown on the ground and leaned casually against the wall, his smoky-gray eyes fixed on the bite mark on her neck.
As if the scene wasn't lively enough, Rossier insisted on intervening at this moment.
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