Chapter 186
Song Zhou turned the surveillance footage back to the living room and turned up the volume.
Lu Dun was holding Fu Weiru's shoulders with a worried look on his face. "There's something troubling right now. Song Zhou is still locked up in a room at the trading company.
"I originally wanted to kill him and Zhu Zangmo together, creating the illusion that he had killed Zhu Zangmo. Now it seems that this won't work. I have to go and deal with him."
Fu Weiru was surprised: "The police are watching you, why are you going to deal with him now?"
He stared at the lamp, a shadow under his brow: “I’m worried that he knows too much.
"The police have already found the death painting, and the cartoon also mentioned my name. There's a lot of online public opinion now, and the business will be raided soon. Even though the room is well hidden, it won't escape a thorough search."
"Logically speaking, Song Zhou had been locked up in there for six or seven days without anything to eat, and he would have almost starved to death.
"But I still feel uneasy. I have to go and check it out myself. If there's still life, kill him. When the body is found, blame it on Wang Ma."
Fu Weiru rubbed her hands nervously. "After Aunt Wang locked up Song Zhou as you ordered, she turned off her phone and couldn't be contacted. Will she betray us?"
Lu Dun sneered disdainfully: "This greedy old woman must be planning to extort money from us again. It doesn't matter. An old woman, isn't it easy to kill her?"
Then, Lu Dun called his employees and made up a reason for himself to go to the company.
Before leaving, he hugged Fu Weiru and reminded her affectionately: "Be careful and remember to close the door later."
Fu Weiru nodded with tears in her eyes. Reluctantly, she saw Lu Dun off and returned alone. She locked the door, leaned her back against it, and closed her eyes exhausted.
“Madam…Madam…”
The faint sound seemed to come from underground.
Fu Weiru ignored it at first.
The shouting continued, and Fu Weiru angrily said, "Shut up! What the hell are you shouting for?"
"Madam...Madam, come quickly!"
Zhu Zangmo's shouting became louder and louder.
"I'm so annoyed! If the old eunuch keeps making trouble, I'll call the police in!"
Fu Weiru rummaged through the drawer, found a roll of rope and tape, and headed to the basement. "We have to seal his mouth..."
Song Zhou stood in front of the operating table, switching the screens and following Fu Weiru closely.
Fu Weiru went down the stairs. The dark red door in front of her opened a crack, and it was pitch black inside.
Fu Weiru pushed the door open and walked in.
In the infrared camera footage, she stood in the hut and shifted her feet: "Where does the water come from?"
Then he raised his nose and sniffed, "Why is it so big..."
Midway through her words, her expression turned to fear. "...gasoline."
With a bang, the door slammed shut behind him.
Zhu Zangmo turned his back to her and locked the door with a "click".
Fu Weiru turned around abruptly: "Old eunuch, what are you doing?!"
Zhu Zangmo slowly turned his head, a grin on his face, his teeth sharp and white, his eyes reflecting the light of a rabid dog, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I'll make you cheat on me."
His clammy hand raised the lighter.
Fu Weiru shrieked, "I didn't! Who told you that?"
"Lu Dun said so." Zhu Zangmo replied.
Fu Weiru was stunned: "What did you say?"
Pop.
Zhu Zangmo lit the lighter.
Flames first erupted from his gasoline-soaked hands, then spread throughout his body. Zhu Zangmo was like a fuse, and the flames exploded with him as the center.
Fu Weiru screamed and tried to open the door.
Zhu Zangmo hugged her.
The fire spread to Fu Weiru, and she struggled to stretch out her hand and unlock the door.
The moment the air from outside rushed in, it was like blowing air into a furnace, and the fire suddenly became more intense.
Fu Weiru, who had turned into a fire man, screamed and ran out. Zhu Zangmo pulled her, dragged her away, and then caught her back, and they rolled and crawled to the stairs.
Fu Weiru desperately tried to climb up, but Zhu Zangmo's burned face revealed a strange grin, like a ghost clinging to her life, holding onto her ankles tightly, not allowing her to climb out of this hell...
The fire spread rapidly upwards like a wave along the wall decoration, and the basement in the surveillance footage turned into a crematorium.
In the dark room, Song Zhou had already stepped back a bit and stood far away from the screen, as if he was afraid of being grabbed in the face by the ferocious person in the picture.
Black smoke and flames quickly obscured the screen, and nothing could be seen.
Song Zhou held his breath in shock, then exhaled, remembering something important: "Lü Dun should be here soon."
Lu Dun came with murderous intentions, and he had no choice but to resist.
He looked at the steel bar in his hand, and then glanced at the pile of weapons such as daggers and stun guns placed in the corner.
Do you really have to choose one?
He suddenly realized something was wrong. The room had been filled with dust from the digging, but now the air in the room had become fresh.
This shows that the seemingly closed cabin has good ventilation.
He searched for a while and finally found a small hundred-page grid on the wall that was blocked by a corner of the big screen. Because of the viewing angle and the lighting, he had not noticed it for the past few days.
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Lu Dun walked down the stairs in the basement of the trading company, pulling out the dagger hidden at his waist as he walked.
He first went to the bottom of the stairs, opened the distribution box on the wall, and saw that the power switch was off.
"It seems that I was too suspicious. Aunt Wang is quite obedient." Lu Dun felt relieved and muttered to himself as he turned off the power.
Go to the innermost part of the basement, pinch the head of the small sculpture embedded in the wall, and twist it to the left.
The wine cabinet displaying famous liquors moved smoothly to the left without the bottles in the cabinet shaking, revealing an iron door hidden behind the wine cabinet.
Lu Dun pressed the combination lock several times, and after a few consecutive "clicks", the lock opened.
He carefully opened the door with the point of his dagger.
The room was dark and silent as death.
"Is he dead?" Lu Dun muttered as he stepped inside. He could smell the faint scent of instant noodles in the air.
He suddenly had a bad feeling and reached out to touch the chandelier switch on the wall.
Bang!
A foot kicked him hard on the back, and Lu Dun flew forward, making a loud crash when he fell.
The screams shook the hut.
He felt like he had fallen in the middle of a nail board, with sharp objects piercing his body all over. He struggled to get up, pushed down with his hands, and screamed in pain again.
It felt like something penetrated my palm!
He instinctively raised his hands, but the movement was too sudden and he fell over, and his back was pierced by another sharp blade.
Lu Dun felt both pain and panic, like a prey fallen into a knife pit, unable to stand up or climb out.
Pop.
Someone pressed the switch on the wall and the light came on.
Lu Dun's struggling movements seemed to be frozen.
A person walked into his upward field of vision from the doorway.
Lü Dun had never seen Song Zhou, but he guessed it: "Song... Zhou..."
Song Zhou adjusted the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses and looked down at him with disgust: "Beast."
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