"Oh no, they've actually lost contact." Shangguan Jun gently stroked Wu You'ai's cheek. "How does your own flesh taste?"
Wu You'ai's gaze was unfocused. "It's a bit tough. Really, sweet dumplings are still the best."
"I've got some good news for you. The whole team sent to bomb the villa has lost contact. The people in the villa are really not simple, huh? Well, it's time for me to leave. Shall I kill you or not?" Shangguan Jun hesitated for a moment. "Forget it. You're the first person under my interrogation who hasn't spilled any information. I hope you can hold on until rescue arrives; I'll come back for you next time."
「...」
If it weren't for the woman's small floral dress and the freckles on her face, Jing Shu couldn't even imagine that this person was the one who had begged for water when they first met.
These hostages, without exception, all shared a common feature: they were all tortured to death!
