Chapter 366

"What's the matter?" Mo Er Yi's face is confused. He doesn't know why he has to stop.

"Stop, he's awake." Yu se said, pointing to the direction of the trunk.

Mo Er face a sink, immediately stopped the car at the side of the road and got off the car.

The boot was only an inch high, and then he punched the man who should have just woken up.

The man fainted again. From waking up to fainting again, the whole process did not exceed two minutes.

He heard the metaphor.

He wanted to report to his superiors that their mission had failed. However, with his fist, he fell into a coma again.

When Mo Er returned to the car, he admired the metaphor more.

Suddenly, it was found that the existence of figurative color just made up for his and Mo Jingyao's shortcomings.

If it wasn't for the metaphor, the man in the trunk would be in trouble if something really happened when they got off the bus later.

"Thank you, Miss Yu."

"No thanks."

"Mo Er, go to the black prison."

"Now?" Mo Er was surprised and hesitated. At the same time, he took a look at the metaphor through the rearview mirror. Mo Jingyao never took outsiders to the place like Mo prison.

"Yes, now." Mo Jingyao nodded, "Xiaose is not an outsider."

I understand. This is a black prison. It's not for anyone who wants to go.

And listen to the name, it should be where the prisoners are.

It seems that Mo Jingyao can't wait to interrogate the people in the trunk.

"But your body..." Mo Er still resisted.

"Little color."

Once these three words are exported, Mo 2 will not refute it.

Yes, there are metaphors around Mo Jingyao. It's really safe.

"Mo Jingyao, after the trial, people will go home." Knowing Mo Er's worry, Yu se made a request.

Mo Er dare not say, she dares.

She's not afraid of him.

"Good."

A small hill in the city of T.

Quiet.

When I got off the bus, it was quiet all around. In front of me was a humble place like a factory.

Yes, it's a factory building.

However, when Yu se pushed Mo Jingyao in, he found that it was not a factory building at all.

The entrance and exit are all security gates.

Someone's in charge.

After entering the gate and then into the factory building, there is no equipment needed by the factory.

She saw the animals.

Tigers and lions in cages.

Well, only animals.

If you think about the high wall around the factory building, people outside can't see it inside.

Think of it, these animals in the cage will be released at any time.

Otherwise, the animals will go crazy after a long time.

In addition to animals, there are all kinds of utensils that have never been seen before.

It looks like a tool of torture.

"Bring people in." After entering the factory building, Mo Jingyao ordered to arrive in a low voice.

Mo Er Yi waved, and two people went out to carry people.

Two or three minutes later, the bloody man in the trunk was lifted up.

"A basin of salt water splashed on him."

Soon, the salt water had been poured directly on the man on the ground.

The man slowly opened his eyes. First he looked at the people around him, then he glared at Mo Jingyao, "are you not dead? How could that be possible? "

"Ha ha, there are many impossible things. Let's talk about it. Who is it?"

The man wriggled on the cold concrete floor and said nothing.

Mo Jingyao was not in a hurry.

Careless to Mo two way: "hungry a few days?"

"I've been hungry for more than three days."

"Well, send the one out of breath in to let him feel the sharpness of these precious teeth."

The two men who dragged the man into the room went out again.

Two minutes later, a corpse was dragged in and thrown directly in front of the former man.

"Remember what your partner looks like, and soon he will be completely different in front of you, his limbs will be broken, and he will be eaten up one by one." Yao Ran's body trembled behind her.

This just thought of what turned to Mo Er: "take Miss Yu to the car and wait for me."

Yu se looks at Mo Jingyao, then at the deaths and injuries that have been dragged to the ground, and remembers the tragedies that happened on the Xinjiang bridge. She gritted her teeth and said, "Mo Jingyao, I won't go."

Mo Jingyao is not afraid of tiger eating people, and she is not afraid.

It's not cruelty, it's the two who deserve it.

If they want to kill her and Mo Jingyao, they should come at them. Why bother the innocent lives in the cars.On this day, it is destined that some people will never see the world again and enjoy the family affection and beauty of the world.

At this moment, she wanted to stand beside Mo Jingyao, live and die with him, and face all the beautiful or cruel things together.

The broken limbs and broken arms flashed in her mind, which were more unforgettable than the two people's coming to an end.

It's terrible.

So many people, too miserable.

Mo Jingyao must catch the culprit.

Otherwise, even she would not feel sorry for the dead.

"Little color, go out and listen." The man sitting in the wheelchair insists on letting Yu se go out at this moment.

He still didn't want her to see the coming blood.

She should be the flower he protected in the greenhouse, just need to enjoy the sunshine and warmth of this world, but today, let her accompany him to experience the bloody and dark again and again.

"No Yu se is stubborn.

She was not used to blood.

But after the morning of this day, she understood Mo Jingyao better.

I understand why he is so cold now.

It must have been because he had seen countless such tragedies this morning.

She saw it only once, but she couldn't stand the tragedy. He saw it more often, but he didn't want to show it.

But for normal people, no one wants to see that.

"Mo Er, bring a chair." Mo Jingyao saw that Yu se was determined not to go, so he had to say it in a low voice.

Mo Er, who had no artificial hand, went to carry a chair and placed it respectfully beside Mo Jingyao's wheelchair.

Now, he's happy to serve metaphor.

I will never look at metaphor with colored eyes any more.

"Sit down."

The metaphor sat down.

When Yu se sat down, Mo Jing Yao stretched out his hand and drew Yu se to his chest. "Don't look."

It's too late to struggle when the metaphor reacts.

The man's big palm clasped the back of her head, the strength is absolutely not small, this is resolutely not allowed her to see.

What's more, he's hurt. She struggles too hard, and it's easy to cause him a second injury

"Mo Jingyao, someone." Except for the two on the ground, one died and one was injured, the rest were all Mo Jingyao's people.

Therefore, Mo Jingyao held her in his arms like this. She was embarrassed and ashamed.