His body was tied tightly with thick hemp ropes, and he was sitting on the ground with smelly socks stuffed in his mouth, making it impossible for him to scream even if he wanted to.
There was a musty smell in the air, and the room was dark. A few rays of light came in from the dilapidated windows, allowing him to see the situation in the room clearly. There were piles of cement, old furniture, and a box around it. Boxes of beer... it was a mess, everything was there.
Only then did he realize that this was a warehouse, but how did he end up in a place like this? His head still hurt a little. When he recalled what happened before, he seemed to see a woman in front of him before he could react. , and was knocked unconscious.
Who did it? Was it a robbery of wealth or a robbery of sex?
If they were robbing money, Luo Junzhe would feel a little more comfortable. At worst, he would just give them money and never call the police. But what if they were robbing sex? I had long heard that there were some gay clubs, and they gathered some "boys" everywhere and posted them on the Internet. Publish the picture information of the "younger brother" and so on. If a male client likes it, he will contact the boss, and the "younger brother" will personally go to the hotel, hostel, etc. designated by the client to provide sexual services.
Anal sex? Is there a ### fee?
This kind of thing, let alone happening to him, just thinking about it is enough to make him tremble with fear.
"Creak." The door opened, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in, which still made Luo Junzhe unable to open his eyes. He couldn't see it, but he could hear the footsteps of several people walking towards him. This is Come here ### is coming? Luo Junzhe was so frightened that he trembled and said in a trembling voice: "Don't, don't come over. I'll give you how much you want, but don't do that kind of thing to me. I'll tell you the truth, I have Hemorrhoids can’t be cured.”
One person laughed and said: "Ah? Haha~~~ You really reminded me when you said that."
The voice sounded a bit familiar. Luo Junzhe opened his eyes and adjusted to the surrounding environment. He saw a young man standing in front of him. He was a little thin and was wearing a blue tunic suit. He was straight and straight, with a stern expression on his face. A light smile, very elegant.
When he saw the man's face clearly, Luo Junzhe exclaimed: "Doctor Liang, save me."
Liang Hao felt that since he was Chinese, he should be a role model for Chinese people. He looked so cool and stylish wearing a Chinese tunic suit and black leather shoes. Standing next to Liang Hao were Gesang and Mu Yurou, who were nearly two meters tall. Xiao Feng. The four people formed a fan shape and surrounded Luo Junzhe. This powerful intimidating force made Luo Junzhe almost suffocated.
Liang Hao smiled and said: "Dr. Luo, we are really destined to meet each other in a place like this."
With the woman around, Luo Junzhe's anxious heart eased a little. They couldn't have their anus exploded in front of her, right?
Luo Junzhe smiled and said: "Dr. Liang...oh, no, it's Brother Hao. We are already destined. Do you remember when we took the plane and came from Los Angeles? When I saw Brother Hao for the first time, I knew Brother Hao is a man with both good looks and temperament. It is my honor, Luo Junzhe, to work with you..."
Liang Hao lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Luo, we are all smart people, so don't act like a fool. It's five o'clock now, if you can hold on for three hours, I will let you go immediately."
Cold sweat dripped down Luo Junzhe's forehead. He forced out a smile and said with a smile: "Brother Hao is joking. What are you talking about? Why don't I understand..."
"You don't understand? OK, what's going on?"
Liang Hao kicked the suitcase of fake medicine in front of Luo Junzhe. At this time, Luo Junzhe was really dumbfounded, but he still pretended to be confused and said in confusion: "Eh? Isn't this Chinese medicine? What's wrong?"
Mu Yurou couldn't stand it for a long time. She stepped forward and kicked Luo Junzhe in the chest. Then, holding the ID in her hand, she said sternly: "I am a police officer. Please tell me the crime process honestly."
Police? Luo Junzhe, who was still a little scared at first, seems to have grasped at straws to save his life. In front of the police, do Liang Hao and others still dare to act recklessly? No.
Luo Junzhe coughed twice and said with a smile: "Hello, comrade police, I don't understand the process of the crime, and I have nothing to explain."
After turning on the camera, Mu Yurou stepped forward and grabbed his hair, humming: "Look, what is this? You and Zeng Shengmao secretly traded counterfeit drugs. This is evidence of your crime."
Luo Junzhe's face changed slightly, and he sneered: "Whatever you say is what you say. I won't say anything. If you have any questions, talk to my lawyer."
This man is really stubborn.
Mu Yurou went up and was about to beat up Luo Junzhe, but was stopped by Liang Hao. Liang Hao smiled and said: "Sister Rou, you are a policeman, how can you beat people casually? I will give Mr. Luo a little lynching.
There won't be any harm done to him, and he will tell you everything he wants to keep."
Mu Yurou took a step back and hummed, "Take care of him."
Luo Junzhe thought that as long as the police were there, he would be fine. On this point, he was completely wrong. In the city bureau, who didn't know that Mu Yurou had the most violent temper, and even Mu Zhongyi did not dare to hand over the prisoner?
She came to interrogate him because she frequently punched and kicked him, and could easily seriously injure the prisoner.
Gesang took two steps forward, without any expression on his face, and said calmly: "Brother Hao, let me do it. I can make him confess all the eighteen generations of his ancestors."
"Can't hurt him."
"Sure, I won't hurt him even a hair."
"Okay, come on." Liang Hao also wanted to see what Gesang could do.
Kelsang turned around and went out. When he came back again, he had an iron bucket in his hand, with the mouth of the bucket covered, and food plastic wrap in the other hand.
Gesang grabbed the thick hemp rope and pulled Luo Junzhe up like a chicken. He said in a cold voice: "If you tell me now, you will suffer less..."
"Bah! You bitch." Luo Junzhe spat on Gesang's face. Gesang wiped it with his sleeve, but there was still no expression on his face.
Gesang carried Luo Junzhe and hung him head down and feet up on a nail on the wall. The thick hemp rope was strong, so he didn't worry about it breaking. Then, Gesang bent down and hung the rope on the wall.
The food plastic wrap was torn off and quickly wrapped around Luo Junzhe's face. Such a head-down position caused the blood to rush to his head. When the food plastic wrap was wrapped again, Luo Junzhe's face immediately swelled into a deep red.
, the veins on his forehead were all taut, like earthworms squirming.
Watching the dark red turn into purple, Luo Junzhe couldn't breathe. Every time he took a breath, the food plastic wrap would be sucked into his mouth and nostrils, making it difficult to breathe out. If this continued, Luo Junzhe couldn't breathe.
Being suffocated to death? Mu Yurou often interrogated prisoners. In order to get the prisoners to speak, she also tried various methods, but compared with Gesang, they were all too childish.
Gesang has a tall body but a naive face. He doesn't look like a ruthless person at all. However, his behavior and methods can make Mu Yurou's hair stand on end and even Liang Hao's scalp goes numb.
Even the hairs on my hair stood on end.
Is this kind of sin something ordinary people can endure?
Gradually, Luo Junzhe's eyes bulged out, and Mu Yurou wondered if they would burst immediately.
It was at this time that Gesang stepped forward and used a knife to open the cling film in Luo Junzhe's mouth. Then he hit Luo Junzhe's face with the blade and said calmly: "How is it? Is this feeling good? I know you must still feel it."
I don’t want to say it. Well, I don’t mind playing with you a few more times.”
Once, twice, three times...
Five times in a row, Luo Junzhe finally fainted and had no reaction at all. But it was a miracle that he still didn't say anything. Liang Hao didn't even expect that Luo Junzhe was still a tough guy.
Gesang pulled Luo Junzhe down by his legs and poured a basin of water on him. He coughed violently twice and finally woke up.
Kelsang said calmly: "How is it? It's time to say it this time, right? You are just selling counterfeit medicines, and it's not a serious crime. Why do you need to be tortured again? Even if you are convicted and jailed for a few years, you will be released."
Luo Junzhe gasped for breath and said: "Hao...Brother Hao, no...it's not that I don't want to say it. If I say it, I will die."
Liang Hao and Mu Yurou looked at each other, knelt down and asked, "Are you worried that Ximen Yu will send someone to kill you?"
He froze. This sentence was more severe than Kelsang's punishment. Luo Junzhe slumped on the ground with a lifeless face and said with a bitter smile: "Since you know everything, why are you torturing me?"
Liang Hao took out a cigarette, let Luo Junzhe hold it, lit it for him, and then asked: "What we know is only superficial, and you don't know the details. If you tell everything, I will arrange for you to go abroad.
Make sure no one from the Ximen family can find you."
Mu Yurou also said loudly: "I will assume that you have done meritorious service and will not hold you criminally responsible."
Luo Junzhe sighed: "I asked you to think of all the escape routes for me. Do I still have any choice? Liang Hao, I am really not as good as you. I am convinced that I have lost. Treat Xuanxuan well, she is a good girl."