Chapter 383

Cheng Ling didn't look away, but his eyes were no longer sharp and vigilant.

She has a feeling. What men like is the vigilance and sharpness in her eyes.

"Angry?"

Sampson smiled, his strange green eyes were mysterious, "Then I'll give you a gift for meeting!"

Cheng Ling remained silent, no matter what he said later. Her calm eyes did not fluctuate at all, just like Cheng Hao.

After hearing what Sampson said, Cheng Ling's heart skipped a beat. A brief encounter with youth. Cheng Ling already felt that young people seemed a little different from normal people.

Such people. It can be said to be genius, or pathological.

Cheng Ling always felt malicious when the man said the meeting ceremony. She is mentally prepared.

Soon, several men in white clothes, which resembled the uniforms of hospital nurses, came in pushing wheelchairs. The two men lifted Cheng Ling mechanically with expressionless faces. Press on the wheelchair.

Only now did Cheng Ling see clearly where she was. It was a very narrow space with only one bed in it. and poor restrooms. Nothing else. Not even windows. She couldn't tell where it was at all.

The men put her in the wheelchair and pushed her towards the gate, which was locked with a digital key, and they turned around and asked respectfully, "Sir, do you need to wear a blindfold?"

Press the number later, and then go to another place. If you don't wear a blindfold for Cheng Ling, the risk will be great.

After Cheng Ling heard the word sir, she was on guard.

Although in England, men are called Mr., but Cheng Ling always feels that the way they call Mr. is different.

What she has been looking for, the man behind the scenes, is also called Mr.

Doubts arose in Cheng Ling's heart.

"unnecessary!"

Hearing these three words, Cheng Ling was even more surprised, but she restrained all her expressions.

Did he have confidence in himself, or did he underestimate her too much, or did she do something to make him full of confidence?

Cheng Ling felt that she was so weak now that she was paralyzed like mud, which might be what the man relied on.

I don't know what the young man did to herself, whether the things she inhaled would harm the baby.

Cheng Ling was very anxious, but she knew better that the young man's gaze had been fixed on her face, as if she was conducting some special research.

The two men just need to obey the young man's words. They pressed the number quickly, and Cheng Ling stared openly.

At some point, the young man leaned into his ear and asked softly, "Do you remember?"

"Need them to press it again?"

Cheng Ling still didn't speak, her behavior was too obedient, she didn't look like she was kidnapped, a normal person would at least ask, "What do you want, how can you let me go?"

Or confess your identity, intimidate and lure.

But Cheng Ling had nothing, she didn't even say a word.

But the more she was like this, the more interested Sampson became.

Her calm face, I don't know, will it still be calm later?

He really wanted to see, this calm face, how charming it was when it collapsed!

"I hope your stubbornness can persist until the end."

Sampson's cold voice echoed in his ears, and Cheng Ling felt a chill on his neck, like a slippery poisonous snake coiled around his neck. That feeling made people shiver and want to run away.

Sampson smiled faintly, and then, the two men kept pushing the wheelchair to push her over, while the other followed closely, wary of Cheng Ling.

When you leave the house, you can see a long corridor. This place is like a dungeon where prisoners were kept during the war. They are pushed forward and there are many doors everywhere they pass.

The corridor was brightly lit, and Cheng Ling looked at the elongated figure below, feeling faintly suffocated, and those peeled-off doors also carried a strange breath of death.

Cheng Ling had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when she stopped in front of a door that was bigger than the iron doors she saw just now, the feeling of uneasiness became stronger. This door was different from the door of the room where she was. It needs to be opened by sampson himself with pupil focus and fingerprint.

With a click, Sampson turned his head and smiled negatively, "Welcome to my entertainment base!"

The door was officially opened, and the inside was dark. When the door was opened to a certain extent, the lights inside instantly turned on.

"Woo woo woo..."

The people inside were crying for help.

Cheng Ling looked in, and when he saw clearly the faces of the two people inside who were begging for help, Cheng Ling was stunned, his eyes filled with shock.

Inside was a man and a child.

Man, she doesn't know.

But this little girl was the one who conspired to make Cheng Ling faint.

Are they not his people?

Otherwise, how could the youth tie them up?

Cheng Ling was still thinking deeply, she had already been pushed in.

"Sir, we have done what you want, please let us go!"

"Sir, please!"

"Sir, did we do something wrong?"

At some point, the two people who were tied up had already let go of the shackles in their mouths, begging for mercy.

The little girl is young, but her words are as logical as an old man's.

They are clearly young people, why should the young people tie them up?

Didn't complete the task?

No, she is already here.

What the hell is that?

Cheng Ling suddenly thought of what sampson said just now, and gave her a meeting gift.

Could it be that they are sampson's meeting ceremony?

"If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be tied here, do you hate them?"

"Do you want to let off steam?"

After the two of them heard what Sampson said, their faces turned pale, and their eyes were dead silent.

"No, sir, no."

Cheng Ling didn't know what this meant. Before she had time to react, a hand stretched out from behind and covered her eyes with something unknown.

This thing is very strange, cool, only the eyes are empty.

Moreover, I can't move, my neck, eyelids, all can't move.

Sampson bent down slightly, and pressed it against Cheng Ling's ear, speaking in a soft tone like a spring breeze, "Next, it's fun!"

His voice was very joyful, but the voices of the two begging for mercy became louder and louder, and in the end, they looked desperate.

As if, they already knew what was going to happen next.

At some point, the two men were holding a knife. Under the bright white light, the knife had a metallic luster.

The knife rested on the little girl's face, and the sharp point of the knife rested on the hairline of her forehead. With a tsk sound, a knife mark was cut along the arc of the edge of the hairline, and blood gushed out instantly. The little girl's delicate There was blood all over his face.

However, this is not a stop, but a start.

The man used the point of the knife to pierce the place where he cut off just now, and then picked it out again, removing a layer of the little girl's skin.