Sister, look at him!

Chapter 261 The "delicate" neighbor of the protagonists in the natural disaster article 18

On March 3rd, the temperature in S City was nine degrees.

In the basement, Tang Zhuo was wearing only a single shirt and pants, and exuded an inexplicable stench. Three days without food and the cold made him curl up in the corner powerlessly.

With a creaky sound, the basement door opened.

The crisp sound of high heels also came over.

"Yeah, you're still alive."

Two steamed buns and a bottle of mineral water were thrown in front of Tang Zhuo like alms, "Eat something."

Ignoring the dirt on the ground, Tang Zhuo grabbed the steamed bun and gobbled it down.

"Let me think, the first girl cut her wrists, right?" He Qingwan took out the dagger he had prepared long ago, and stabbed Tang Zhuo several times quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, avoiding the vital points.

Tang Zhuo, with his mouth full of steamed buns, couldn't even scream. His face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he sobbed and begged He Qingwan to let him go.

"Hehe." He Qingwan squatted in front of him, "I'll come to see you tomorrow."

On March 4th, the temperature in S City was 14 degrees Celsius.

The blood loss and pain had almost put Tang Zhuo into shock. He Qingwan came in and poured a bottle of water on his face.

"The second girl committed suicide by taking pills." He Qingwan shook a bottle of water in his hand, "Do you know that kind of pain? Feel it for yourself."

The cheating Tang Zhuo has a unique charm that no one can resist. Anyone captured by his charm will lose their self-awareness and be willing to become a puppet who only loves him.

Turbid water flowed out from the corners of Tang Zhuo's mouth. He rolled his eyes and made a creepy "ho ho" sound from his throat.

"I'll stop here today and come back tomorrow."

The mobile phone placed at the door seemed to never run out of battery and had been playing the song "Bugs Are Flying" over and over again for several days.

Tang Zhuo suffered a double mental and psychological collapse. He couldn't contact the system and he lost his only hope.

On March 5th, the temperature in S City was 18 degrees.

Nine girls committed suicide in five ways: cutting their wrists, taking pills, hanging themselves, jumping into a river, and jumping off a building.

Tang Zhuo also has to experience these five kinds of pain one by one.

Today, it's his turn to be hanged.

"Hanging is actually suffocation." He Qingwan held the plastic bag in her left hand and the hemp rope in her right hand, her pretty face full of distress. "I'm so confused. Which one should I choose?"

The temperature gradually rose, and the untreated wounds on Tang Zhuo's body had begun to fester. Waves of foul odor hit He Qingwan's face, making her frown.

She put down the hemp rope in her hand and looked at Tang Zhuo with disgust, "You are so disgusting. I feel dirty just by touching you."

Tang Zhuo looked up at He Qingwan, with fear in his eyes and not even a trace of hatred. He was really scared after being tortured for the past few days, and the pain had worn away his will.

"Remember to close your eyes." He Qingwan said as he put the plastic bag directly on Tang Zhuo's head and tied a knot neatly.

Tang Zhuo, who had lost his oxygen, tried desperately to struggle, but the tightening chains caused him to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.

He Qingwan sat on the chair in front of him, invisible silk threads extending from her slender fingers, controlling the chain to tighten continuously.

Seeing Tang Zhuo lying on the ground motionless, He Qingwan controlled the silk thread to tear the plastic bag.

A bottle of ice water was poured, waking Tang Zhuo up.

"Kill me...Qing Wan, please, kill me..."

Tang Zhuo's voice was hoarse and his eyes became cloudy and lifeless.

"I can't bear it."

He Qingwan smiled brightly, her five fingers formed into claws, and the hemp rope wrapped around Tang Zhuo's neck was suddenly lifted up.

When Tang Zhuo was about to die again, He Qingwan stopped in time, lifting and releasing him like a puppet show.

After playing like this for a whole morning, Tang Zhuo's saliva had flowed down to his neck. He Qingwan left yawning.

On March 6th, the temperature in City S was 23 degrees.

There was an iron bed in the basement where Tang Zhuo was imprisoned, and Tang Zhuo could finally stretch his body and lie down. The iron chains that originally bound his limbs now tied him tightly to the iron bed, and a water-soaked towel was covered on his dirty face.

In a corner of the basement, there is a soft sofa and a floor lamp that emits soft light.

He Qingwan sat on the sofa, holding a tablet in her hands. The contents of the tablet contained various tortures that 006 had copied for her from multiple worlds.

On March 7, the temperature in City S was 28 degrees.

On March 8th, the temperature in City S was 33 degrees.

On March 9th, the temperature in City S was 38 degrees.

On March 10th, the temperature in City S was 42 degrees.

On March 11th, the temperature in S City was 44 degrees.

On March 12, the temperature in S City was 45 degrees.

The top floor of an unfinished building in S City.

He Qingwan was holding a lace parasol and wearing a fluffy princess dress. At her feet was Tang Zhuo, whose body was covered with bruises and maggots and flies.

"Do you think I look good in this outfit?" He Qingwan turned around in front of Tang Zhuo.

Tang Zhuo's eyes rolled and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Does it look familiar? This is what the ninth girl was dressed like when she jumped off the building." He Qingwan's voice turned cold, "You'd better pray that you don't have a tenth life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow covering the sky swooped down, picked up Tang Zhuo's broken body, flew into the sky, and then let go.

At this height, it should have turned into mud.

He Qingwan put away his parasol and waved to the goshawk.

The goshawk quickly shrank in size and swooped down to grab the parasol that He Qingwan had thrown high into the sky.

The space in front of the man and the eagle was torn apart, and then moved over to wrap around them.

E City, He Qingwan’s home.

On the polar bear sofa, He Qingwan had already taken off her petticoat and was lying on it.

The goshawk stood on the balcony shelf, looking into the distance through the glass.

"jingle--"

The doorbell rang.

Who is it?

The sound of the smart door lock unlocking knocked on Qi Xiao's ears again and again.

"Unlocked."

The pleasant synthesized female voice sounded like heavenly music at this moment.

It had been more than two months. During these seventy days, he knocked on the door almost every day, but no one responded every time. Only this time, the door was unlocked.

The cool air came from the crack of the door and hit Qi Xiao's ankles, then climbed up his calves. Qi Xiao suppressed his excitement and pushed open the door. He Qingwan, who was leaning on the sofa, was looking at the door in confusion.

"Duoduo, how have you been lately?" Qi Xiao restrained himself from taking a step forward. He had just come back from outside and there was still mud and sand on his shoes.

"Not bad." He Qingwan pointed to the indoor and outdoor temperatures on the projection screen in front of him. "Except it's a little hot."

Qi Xiao immediately became serious, "That's what I want to say. The weather has been very abnormal recently. You should not go out recently."

"Yeah." He Qingwan's attitude was a little cold.

It would be fine if she just played around with the protagonists before the natural disaster came, but now that the disaster had come, of course she had to find an official base to enter after having enough fun with Tang Zhuo. Only there could she find soldiers with a good pedigree.

Qi Xiao also noticed He Qingwan's cold attitude, but he was more concerned about He Qingwan's current situation. "Do you have anything to eat at home? The high temperature will probably continue for a while."

He Qingwan put on her slippers and got off the sofa. "There are shoe covers at the door. Put them on and come over."