I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Tackling pays off—especially when your life is in someone else's hands.

Nan Ling moved his cheeks, feeling the burning pain on his face.

It's time for Mello's nails to be trimmed.

If it wasn't for his good skills, the disguise on his face would have been distorted by this slap. At that time, the level of horror will probably be no less than that of the painted skin female ghost... the male ghost.

Mello should thank himself for not scaring her.

"I don't have time to play with you...my dear." Mello cried sweetly, her expression seemed very intimate. But the muzzle of the gun in her hand rested firmly on Nanling's neck, "I don't mind using you to pass the time until I see Chater. You don't want to know what I can do."

"I've let you down, but I really want to know." Nan Ling spat out the blood from his mouth, and looked up at Melo. Those warm brown eyes were full of a strange splitting feeling at the moment, not like a person's eyes, but as if someone had stuffed two brown glass beads into his eyes.

He showed a sudden smile, and at that moment, Melo almost confused the identities of the two of them. The person tied here is not a doctor, not a rich second generation who got a job through the back door, but someone like her, a devil with blood on his hands.

He is not afraid of himself.

Nan Ling tilted his head, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

"Has he ever heard of the cold roast illusion?" Zhen Chun asked quietly. I am laughing again.

Chat choked me out of my sentence in the middle of my sentence. The man locked my neck from the front with the strength to break my neck. Melo couldn't say anything for a while, and his breath was roughly stuffed back to the outside of the lung lobe where he was going to end the pain. Briefly lost consciousness. When Chat let go of me I was just sucking in big breaths with my tongue out and thinking, 'Well, that's going to be a dog. '

Halfway through, Charter made a gesture under me, as if he wanted to make another hole to come out. But considering the amount of bleeding, I gave up.

"Hiss..." Nan Ling moved his cheeks, and waited for a while before the Venus behind his eyes disappeared. I turned my head back and looked directly at the frosty Chater, and said in a slow tone, "Dear Miss Chatter, hitting someone is a slap in the face."

"Of course, you can't do these things to him." Zhen Chun's voice was steady, and it could be heard that you wanted to strangle someone alive just now, "As long as he tells you about Nan Ling's plan, you can't let him go. , and even sent to protect him from Nan Ling."

It suddenly occurred to me that it was the nightmare that the spider made me fall into after a long time, and this strange place—the place where I died.

Charter stared at me, sensing a trace of strangeness in the words and deeds of the other party. But you haven't been with Nan Ling for a long time—in fact, the number of times you even met is very small—so you just attribute that strangeness to our relationship.

"You will shoot there again, because you must worry about stopping the bleeding. You remember that there is no iron in the distance. Presumably the friends of the rat group will be very unhappy to help you cool them. If you can, you can't even try cigarette butts." Chat spoke indifferently, and patted Melo's calf with a gun—it just happened to be at the position of the artery, and people outside the organization are all murderers—then you went around Melo, and the sharp nails came from Melo's body. The front of the neck slid up and swam along the spine for a while, Melo felt like a knife was stuck on the lower front of his back.

Mello's eyes were half-opened, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, a bright provocation. Zhen Chun's interrogation is nothing to me, I am not a bad player, not to mention that the body's pain perception has disappeared as early as four years later or earlier. That also allowed me to step back and think a little bit.

Melo is breathing hard, and I am sending it all over my body now—a quick sense of pain means that I really feel pain, and if it exceeds a certain limit, I will still be in pain, as long as the person who 'operates' me knows how to make me feel pain. Perceived joy. And Zhen Chun...

Then I asked very sincerely, "What did Nan Ling do to him to make him become that crazy?"

Is there any interrogation expert who will completely speak to the prisoner, and no one will even know what he wants to ask-Charter doesn't want anything from me at all, you are just venting, inflicting pain on yourself because of you in fear. During that time, nothing that I know must have happened. It was Nan Ling who forced Zhen Chun into that, but something else.

Did Zhen Chun answer directly, I tilted my head and spit on the ground, my white hair swayed up with my movements, blocking the bloodstains under my face. I knew what I was thinking of, and for a moment a shadow suddenly flashed under this face, but it disappeared too slowly, as slowly as a thin phantom.

Mello was talking, and I was completely confused from a brief bout of dizziness from the lack of oxygen. But Charter didn't have the patience to wait for me, and punched the bullet hole in my abdomen. The back of my eye turned white after being beaten, and I felt that my life was slipping away from the wound together with the blood.

"After all, your interrogation method is too rough."

Zhen Chun was silent for a while.

"He understands, you are a revolutionary friendship." Melo opened his eyes and said nonsense, "To prevent the world from being broken, and to-"

What am I doing too? Why hasn't Zhen Chun's style developed from detective comics to r18g yet?

You treat yourself like a dog. I thought bitterly, that was probably the first time.

Melo raised his head, the bruise under his face was still completely dissipated, and the sides had not been scratched by nails, but the eyes were extremely bright, even smiling.

You are good at that. But still good enough.

"Does he know?" Chater seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then your voice was full of ridicule, "It turns out that he even knew what he was doing, so he was willing to do it for me." Keeping a secret? Nan Ling's dog training skills are really enviable."

"He wants to say, are you as good at interrogation as I am? Of course, are you as perverted as I am? You will train those people specially."

"However, you will draw a picture on his front and back, and you will try to draw more carefully, because it will look bad if you take it off before the painting is finished." The man leaned over and pressed against Melo's ear, with the expression of a lover "You will tear his spine out first, and he will turn into a disgusting lump of rotten meat, lying on the ground waiting to die—will his Nanling master come to rescue him, loyal Daddy?" dog?"

That statement earned him another slap.

"Too bad." I said hoarsely. Although blood flowed out from the corner of my mouth as soon as I opened my mouth, I didn't seem to be bothered. Even though the blood came out of my throat in bursts, I still used this kind of tone that everything happened. He said clearly, "He said he wanted to protect you from Nan Ling. Look at him. Has he seen my tricks? At least he should have heard of it."

Yet I know that what I am afraid of is my own death.