Chapter 185
Outside the screen, Song Zhou put one foot on the operating table, wishing he could get in.
"What did Xiaohe update? Let me check my phone, let me see!"
He couldn't get through the screen, and the two people inside ignored him.
"Captain Dragonfly can't get the front row..." Song Zhou was so anxious that he scratched his curly hair until it was messy. He turned around to pick up the steel bar and transferred his anger to chipping the wall.
On the screen, Lu Dun reached out and grasped Fu Weiru's wrist, pulling her into his arms. He said affectionately, "Baby, how could I possibly harm you? Don't believe that weird comic trying to sow discord!"
Fu Weiru lay in his arms and cried, "I'm so scared... All the curses in the comics have come true, and I'm so scared this time it will come true too!"
Lu Dun's expression changed immediately. He pinched Fu Weiru's shoulders and shook her hard: "Calm down! There must be police outside now. Don't cry!
"You know it's not like you don't know that we ordered Xing Yao to kill Xu Candong and Yu Aiai. Xing Yao was blown to death by you. We did it all on purpose!"
"That curse from a comic book is nothing but a psychological tactic. Don't be fooled!"
Zhu Zangmo crawled over at some point and pulled at Lu Dun's trouser leg.
Lu Dun raised one foot and stepped on his back, saying in a fierce voice, "This loser should have been killed long ago, and none of this would have happened!
"I was hoping he'd make a comeback, but I didn't expect him to become such a nuisance! For the past five years, I've found one female student after another for him and even got a bunch of drugs ready, but it's no use.
"Ever since that girl Qiu Yue stabbed him with a fork, this loser has been frightened to the point of insanity. He no longer has the courage to attack, and can no longer paint a death painting!"
Song Zhou's movement of digging at the wall froze.
The last words coming out of the monitor speaker were like spinning blades, piercing into his limbs and bones.
Ever since Qiu Yue stabbed him with a fork... Zhu Zangmo never dared to hurt other female students again.
Veins popped out of his hand as he gripped the steel bar, and a tear rolled into the wall dust.
With her frail body, Qiu Yue cut off Zhu Zangmo's path to evil. Since then, no girl has been harmed.
Qiu Yuehao is amazing.
On the screen, Zhu Zangmo was struggling under Lu Dun's feet, making sounds like he was about to die.
Fu Weiru quickly pulled Lu Dun away: "Don't step on him to death, there are police officers outside!"
"Things are getting increasingly troublesome," Lü Dun said irritably. "Several overseas clients who purchased death paintings have sent messages saying our police have been collaborating with their own country's law enforcement agencies to request the confiscation of the paintings."
Fu Weiru's face turned pale with fear: "So... do they know about Building Z?"
Lu Dun shook his head: "I'm not sure either."
"Why don't you shut down Building Z right away!"
Lu Dun said angrily, "You don't understand anything! Don't you think about it? Customers paid such a huge price for the right to use the product. Can we just shut it down if we want to?!"
Having said this, he suddenly seemed to realize something, stopped talking abruptly and looked towards the camera.
Song Zhou gripped the steel bar tightly and looked into Lu Dun's eagle eyes through the screen.
The blue light from the screen reflected on his glasses. Song Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly said, "Building Z?"
Fu Weiru followed Lu Dun's gaze and looked a little confused: "Brother Dun, why are you staring at that lamp?"
"Ah, nothing." Lu Dun looked away and muttered, "I told Aunt Wang to cut off the power in that room. They shouldn't be able to see this side."
Fu Weiru didn't hear clearly and twisted her fingers nervously. "The things in Building Z are all irrefutable evidence. If the police find them, I will definitely not be able to escape."
She eagerly took Lu Dun's hand and said, "Brother Dun, you will help me, right?"
Lu Dun pushed her away impatiently, turned his back and sighed.
Fu Weiru's face suddenly turned cold: "Brother Dun, we are in the same boat, don't think about getting rid of us!"
Lu Dun suddenly turned his head to look at her, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Fu Weiru was startled and took two steps back.
Lu Dun softened his expression and reached out to pull her into his arms: "How could I not help you? You are my love, baby.
"Don't be so nervous. Those overseas clients are either wealthy or noble. They definitely don't want to cause trouble and won't volunteer to talk about Building Z."
Fu Weiru's eyes welled up with tears: "Then what should we do now?"
"Hold on," Lü Dun said. "Old Zhu has gone mad. His testimony is invalid. He's as good as dead. Just stay home and keep an eye on him..."
He suddenly dodged to protect Fu Weiru, and a bottle flew by and hit the wall with a "bang".
Zhu Zangmo laughed strangely and jumped sideways like a monkey.
Fu Weiru stamped her feet in frustration: "He's going crazy again. I'm so annoyed! He makes a scene more than ten times a day! When will he die?"
"You've worked hard, honey." Lu Dun patted her back. "I'll lock him up in the small room in the basement. You can rest for a while."
He picked up the gift box he had brought and showed it to Zhu Zangmo: "Old Zhu, look what this is? I brought you the most expensive tea. Come and have some tea!"
“Good tea, good tea…”
Zhu Zangmo walked towards him with his eyes wide open, his mouth grinning, and drooling.
"Come, come, come here..." Lu Dun carried the gift box and used a carrot to lead a donkey away.
Fu Weiru slumped down on the sofa, exhausted.
In the dark room of the trading company, Song Zhou operated the remote control and cut the screen to the basement of the Zhu family.
Lu Dun pushed open a dark red door and led Zhu Zangmo into a room.
Song Zhou cut the screen again. The camera in the room was mounted on the ceiling, looking down at a small, square room.
There is a long altar against the wall, with a few small dolls and incense burners on it, which gives off a spooky feeling.
Lu Dun looked outside the door, closed it behind him, and called out in a low voice, "Old Zhu, Old Zhu!"
Zhu Zangmo was only interested in the gift box in his arms.
Lu Dun grabbed Zhu Zangmo's shoulders with both hands and shook him hard: "Old Zhu, I'm telling you, Fu Weiru betrayed you and cuckolded you!"
Zhu Zangmo raised his head suddenly: "She dares!"
"I'm not lying to you. I saw it with my own eyes. She's still telling everyone that you're a eunuch! You're a famous painter, how could you endure such humiliation? You have to kill her!"
Zhu Zangmo bared his teeth fiercely: "Kill her!"
Lu Dun reached out to the gift box Zhu Zangmo was holding in his arms, opened a paper bag, and revealed a small bucket inside: "This is filled with gasoline."
He took a lighter from the incense table and put it into Zhu Zangmo's hand: "Call her down later, lock her in this room, and burn her to death!"
"Burn her to death!" Zhu Zangmo looked at the lighter with bulging eyes and let out a low chuckle.
Lu Dun patted Zhu Zangmo's shoulder with deep affection, turned around and left, closing the door gently.
The unlit cabin was plunged into darkness. The camera was infrared, so the picture was still clear.
Zhu Zangmo's figure looked gray, his back was hunched, and his eyes reflected the light.
More like a ghost.
He took a small bucket from the gift box, unscrewed the lid, and poured water on the ground, walls, and doors, laughing crazily and chanting hatefully, "Burn her, burn her!"
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