On the other side, a person stared at the speed of the moving red dot on the computer and couldn't help but get angry. He threw the mouse away and turned back to stare at the person who was sitting motionless in the chair with his head down. "He didn't care about you that much. It's sad, right? You have to suffer like this because of him. Hate him, right? Hahaha! Hate him, hate him! A devil like him should be crushed by the hatred of everyone in the world. Hahaha..."
Mu Shicang could clearly hear the crazy metallic voice of the man on the other end of the phone, but he did not hear the other person's voice. The words were obviously directed at Yang Shushu. Given Yang Shushu's temper, it was impossible for her to be silent at all. This meant that she was not in her right mind at the moment.
Mu Shicang's pace quickened involuntarily, but he soon slowed down. The more anxious he appeared now, the more dangerous Yang Shushu might be. If the other party thought that Yang Shushu had no influence on him, it would make her safer on the contrary.
Slowing down his pace, he deliberately said in a relaxed tone, "Yeah, if you just realized it now, wouldn't it be all in vain?"
There was silence for a moment, and then the voice suddenly returned to its original tone: "But Master Xiao Mu, you're here. Your presence explains everything."
“…” It seems he’s not completely crazy yet.
"Turn left, then turn right, you will see a red-painted iron door, then go in." After the voice finished speaking, the call was directly disconnected.
Mu Shicang no longer controlled his speed and simply quickened his pace. If someone saw him at this moment, they would find that his walking posture was completely different from before. He looked like a wolf preparing to ambush its prey.
In less than three minutes, he was already in front of the red-painted door.
The red paint on the door was mottled and looked quite old. The door was ajar, with a small crack, as if waiting for someone outside to fall into the trap.
Mu Shicang didn't hesitate and pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside the gate is a small courtyard, but there is nothing in the courtyard except for a collapsing chicken coop in the corner, which indicates that someone must have lived here in the past.
The courtyard was not big. After walking about ten or ten steps, I arrived at the two old-fashioned wooden doors that were built more than ten or twenty years ago.
Although it is not a full moon tonight, it is close to a full moon. The moonlight is quite good and you can see the scene inside through the glass on the window.
Before Mu Shicang entered the room, he saw that there was only a table in the empty main room, and a mobile phone on the table. The phone was on, but the weak light was not even brighter than the moonlight that poured into the room.
At this time, the voice on the phone rang again: "Master Xiaomu, come in, we will meet once you go in."
Mu Shicang didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the wooden door open. The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made an unpleasant sound. Mu Shicang looked up and suddenly raised his hand and slapped the two wooden doors directly to the ground in the house. The already rotten wooden boards were shattered by his actions, and the corpse lying on the ground in the house raised a cloud of dust.
It even blocked most of the faint light from the phone on the table. Mu Shicang moved his hands, as if to put them in his trouser pockets, but at this moment he heard that voice: "Master Xiaomu, don't lose your temper. I'm asking you to see Madam Xiaomu."
Mu Shicang's hand slowly moved around his trouser pocket, and finally gently touched his lower back. He put his hand back in place, walked forward a few steps, and stared at the screen of his mobile phone.
The picture on the phone was very dark, with only a faint light illuminating the two people in the middle.
One is standing and the other is sitting.
The one standing had a mask of a large smiling doll on his face, a knife in one hand and a phone in the other.
The tip of the knife in his hand was facing the side of the neck of the person sitting on the chair. If he moved it forward a little, he could pierce the person's neck.
The person sitting on the chair didn't move. Her long hair that reached below her shoulders was blocking both sides of her face as her head hung down, making it difficult to see her face clearly. However, Mu Shicang could still tell at a glance that it was Yang Shushu.
Ever since she woke up in the hospital, she was like a honey badger that never gave up. No matter how big and powerful the enemy was, she had never been afraid. Her body covered with barbs and her fighting spirit made her look like a burning flame, bright and dazzling, yet making people unable to avoid approaching her.
But at this moment, the flames died down, and the pair of eyes that were as bright as if they had always been in battle closed. Mu Shicang suddenly felt as if something was missing from his world.
In fact, Mu Shicang rarely gets angry, but most people always remember how he looks when he is angry. He thinks this is very strange, but only others know that when he is really angry, the consequences are really scary.
Now, Mu Shicang was very angry because the "little flat-headed man" who was showing off in front of him, who looked very weak but had the aura of fighting to the death, was actually sitting there without any anger.
He took two steps forward and stood in front of the table. Suddenly, he slapped his hands on the table, bent down suddenly, and his entire face was instantly pressed against the camera of the mobile phone on the table. He didn't even look at the person on the screen. His eyes were fixed on the small eye of the mobile phone camera. His originally beautiful peach blossom eyes were dyed red, and they were pressed against the camera like the eyes of a monster that wanted to pass through the invisible signal and crawl to the other side.
"Sir..." With such eyes and expression, his voice was surprisingly gentle and polite: "You must be careful with your hands. Don't let them tremble out of nervousness or fear. Because if she loses a hair, I will make you lose a piece of flesh. You must think carefully. Do you have as many hairs on your body as she does?"
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