Chapter 187
Song Zhou raised his hand and shook the key hanging on his finger: "You hid the spare key in the vent, making it difficult for me to find it."
Lu Dun moved his eyes and found that his little house had become unrecognizable.
The "knife pit" he fell into was a pile of broken decoration materials, filled with nails, broken wood, and metal pieces, all with pointed ends facing upwards. It was obviously a deliberately laid trap.
Lu Dun was nailed like a hedgehog, with blood oozing from many small holes on his body. His right palm had been pierced through by an iron nail, and heat was flowing into his sleeves.
He leaned over and tried to sit up, but Song Zhou strode forward and kicked him in the chest, knocking him back.
Song Zhou avoided the iron nails and stood on the pile of materials, and his Martin boots stepped directly on Lu Dun's mouth.
Lu Dun felt a sharp pain in his back as if being stabbed by a knife. His mouth was stepped on and he could not shout out, but could only let out a series of whimpers.
"Don't be so busy making a fuss." Song Zhou looked down at him, his eyes as calm as an icy lake. "Tell me what Building Z is?"
He raised his foot slightly to give Lu Dun a chance to speak.
With sand in his mouth, Lü Dun uttered, "You can't torture me to extract a confession..."
"I'm not a police officer. I'm in a hurry to get home, and I don't have time for nonsense."
The light was shining on Song Zhou's head, and his face was sunken in the shadows, like a messenger from the underworld.
"The human brain stem is the center of life, located in the posterior cranial fossa area. If you pierce it two centimeters, the person will die. I'm a doctor, believe me." He stepped on Lu Dun's face and crushed it with his boots.
Lu Dun felt a cold iron nail pressing against the back of his head, and he let out a muffled sound of fear.
Song Zhou raised his foot slightly: "I'll give you one more chance to speak."
Lu Dun rolled his eyes. "Building Z is... it's a website built by Zhu Zangmo. I don't know the details..."
Song Zhou chuckled and moved his foot to Lu Dun's heart: "There's a triangular iron piece underneath, with the tip pointing upwards. It should be able to pierce the heart."
Then push down.
Lu Dun felt something sharp piercing his skin from behind and screamed in fear: "It's a dark web, an overseas dark web!"
"domain name."
Lu Dun stumbled out a string of letters.
Song Zhou asked, "What is the relationship between this website and the death painting?"
Lu Dun said with a bitter face: "Let me get up first, it hurts so much..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became fierce. He grabbed the dagger that had fallen into the gap between the wooden boards with his right hand and stabbed it towards Song Zhou's leg!
Song Zhou grabbed the wrist with a snap, his eyes blazing: "Didn't Fu Weiru warn you that sticking your claws out in front of me would arouse my hobby?"
He grabbed Lü Dun's arm and twisted it halfway, then stopped at the extreme angle. Lü Dun felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the dagger slipped from his hand. He screamed in pain, "Let me go..."
Song Zhou reminded him: "Don't move, otherwise..."
Boom.
As Lu Dun struggled, his shoulder joint made a terrible sound.
Lu Dun rolled his eyes and screamed.
Song Zhou said in a critical tone, "What did I say? I told you not to follow the doctor's advice. Judging from the sound, the ligament must be broken. At this level, you can get a disability certificate."
Lu Dun was sweating profusely, and his voice changed: "What kind of skill is it to torture people!"
Song Zhou sneered, his voice as if tempered by ice water. "It's not your turn to say that. You feel no shame when you torture those defenseless girls.
"You are strong and healthy. How can torturing you not be considered a skill?"
Lu Dun cried out in despair, "You are a demon! Even the Qing Dynasty tortures were nothing like you!"
"Don't you know who's the devil, you or me? To defeat the devil, you must be no more evil than the devil."
Lu Dun slapped the wooden board with his other hand in despair: "Just hand me over to the police!"
Song Zhou shook his head. "That won't work. The police are very strict right now, so they can't provide this kind of service. If you do, you'll have the opportunity to argue, hire a lawyer, and get away with it... What the hell are you dreaming of?"
The iron-like hand exerted force. "There are 150 movable joints in the human body. We can take them one by one. There's no rush."
Lu Dun burst into tears in pain: "I'm telling you, I'm telling you... there are invisible characters on the painting..."
"Speak more clearly." Song Zhou said dissatisfiedly.
Lu Dun's lips twitched as he struggled to form a coherent sentence: "The item number of the Death Painting... is the account number for Building Z... also known as the room number. There's invisible characters on the painting, which is the login password..."
"Invisible characters? How do I make them visible?"
"I have no idea……"
"You have to suffer a lot before you can complain." Song Zhou was very dissatisfied. He let go of Lu Dun's limp right arm, grabbed his left arm, and prepared to try again.
Lu Dun howled, "Help! I really don't know! Is it still a password if everyone knows it?
"Every time the company sells a death painting, Zhu Zangmo writes the decryption method in an envelope, seals it with wax, and the customer opens it personally. So only Zhu Zangmo and the customer know the secret!"
Song Zhou stopped, half believing and half doubting: "Then, what's in Building Z?"
Lu Dun hesitated, "It was all Zhu Zangmo's fault. I don't know..."
Song Zhou pursed his lips unhappily, inserted his foot under Lu Dun's back and hooked it hard.
Lu Dun, who weighed 180 pounds, flipped in the air and fell face down.
I experienced the feeling of falling on the nail board again, and the pain was so severe that my soul flew away.
Song Zhou leaned down expressionlessly and grabbed his head from behind, forcing him to look up. Lu Dun felt his neck twisted to a dangerous angle, and he was frozen in fear, silencing himself.
The voice behind his head was like a cold wind: "Just a slight twist and your cervical vertebrae will be dislocated, your spinal cord will be severed, and you will die within a minute."
Lu Dun felt the sincere murderous intent, and the chill penetrated his bones.
He forced out a sentence from his throat: "You can't kill me, if you kill me you will pay with your life!"
Song Zhou smiled softly: "I am a doctor, I have professional skills, I can make broken bones look like they were broken.
"It was you who came with a weapon in hand to commit the crime. It was dark, and you accidentally fell into the scrap heap, breaking your neck and dying. Scientifically, it's an accidental death, and metaphysically, it's retribution."
"Boss Lu, are you satisfied with the autopsy results?"
Lu Dun heard his cervical vertebrae creaking, and tears of despair streamed from the corners of his ruptured eyes. "That's what I said! In Building Z, there's a video corresponding to the death painting..."
Song Zhou understood instantly. The calmness he maintained on his face shattered, and his fingers became cold and hard. He exerted force with both hands, and there was a cracking sound.
Lu Dun's eyes went dark and his whole body went limp.
Song Zhou stood up and dusted his hands. "Your cervical spine isn't very good, Mr. Lu. Do you often sit with your head down for long periods of time? I'll straighten your vertebrae. Remember to pay later."
A wisp of Lu Dun's soul floated back out of his body, and it took him a while to realize that he was not dead.
But a foot stepped on the back and stepped down hard.
"How could I let you die so easily? You should first experience the pain of those girls you killed.
"Give my sister back to me. Do you hear me? Give my sister back to me!"
Lu Dun was out of breath and felt like his spine was about to break. There were a bunch of sharp objects sticking out from under him, as if he were being pierced by thousands of arrows.
Song Zhou suddenly paused: "What's that sound?"
Something seemed to be broken upstairs, and shouting could be heard faintly.
The underground layer is too deep to hear clearly.
Song Zhou became alert and frowned, "Did you bring any accomplices with you?"
"I... don't..." Lu Dun had blood in his mouth and couldn't speak a complete sentence.
Song Zhou was too lazy to ask him any more questions: "Let's go up and take a look. Take one and tear it down."
He picked up Lu Dun's dagger and held it in his hand just in case.
He stepped down from the pile of materials and grabbed Lu Dun's left arm and dragged him down.
Lu Dun felt as if his body was being pierced by iron pieces and nails. He screamed in pain like a frog, and blood foam spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto Song Zhou.
"The clothes Xiaohe bought me..."
Song Zhou looked down at his soiled clothes, furious.
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