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Chapter 32 Holding hands

It’s not like riding a motorcycle, why should I wear a helmet?

Fu Minghui cursed in his heart, but did not refuse and put it on honestly.

In an instant, she knew the meaning of such behavior...

She couldn't see anything and couldn't hear the sounds from the outside world. It was like being locked in an extremely cramped, independent and dark room.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take it off immediately, but Luo Zhao stopped him, "If you want to participate in the interrogation, you must wear this."

The sound comes from the headphones inside the helmet.

A mysterious man with a mysterious background and going to a mysterious place.

She didn't know enough to know that this was just like in movies and TV shows, where you had to be blindfolded, but her version was more high-tech.

In fact, it doesn't matter. If you want to enter other people's territory, you must abide by their rules.

The issue is……

She was slightly claustrophobic.

Taking the elevator or driving down the tunnel will make you feel nervous, but it is still within the limit of tolerance and will not cause any physiological effects. At most, you can secretly pray for a quick passage.

With her whole head covered like this and unable to sense the outside world at all, she felt particularly insecure and extremely nervous.

However, this is the only way to personally avenge your parents.

So she gritted her teeth and endured it.

It'll be fine in a while...

It'll be fine in a while...

She kept murmuring to comfort herself.

But the place Luo Zhao wanted to go seemed to be far away from the city center, and the car took a long time to drive.

Her uneasy feeling gradually turned into fear, her breathing became heavy, and cold sweat dripped from her cheeks.

There is a limit to a person's patience, and now her patience has reached its limit.

He raised his hand uncontrollably, trying to take off the helmet.

But suddenly, his hand was held, and Luo Zhao's voice came from the earphones again, "Keep it patient, it will be here soon."

Before, every time she faced danger, she would unconsciously hold Luo Zhao.

But it never felt like I was holding on to a doorknob.

Secure yourself and stay safe.

It's not like people from ancient times, how could they blush and get heartbeat just by holding hands with someone of the opposite sex.

Unless she has any special thoughts about the opposite sex.

Luo Zhaoshuai is handsome, and not just in a superficial way.

It is like a broad river, still and deep, with beauty on the outside and strength and stability on the inside.

But when she met him, she was in the most painful period of her life. Her heart was constantly tortured by grief and she couldn't live anymore. Where could she have other thoughts? So I never thought much about it.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a kind of warmth, as if she had fallen into the river, but was gently picked up by the waves and brought to safety.

Suddenly I wasn't so scared anymore.

A numbing feeling came from the palm of her hand, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms, but they quickly subsided.

She didn't even realize that she squeezed Luo Zhao's fingers.

Of course, she didn't see Luo Zhao glance at her while speeding up the car.

He didn't think much about it at first. After all, the location and even the existence of the bureau were secret, and outsiders must wear a helmet that blocked vision and hearing.

But when he felt Fu Minghui's tension and resistance, saw her body tightening, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and then she twisted uneasily in her seat and began to tremble and sweat, he remembered that he had seen her before. That little noteworthy point in the data.

She went through long-term therapy for claustrophobia as a child, when she was about four or five.

However, after two or three years, the medical records disappeared and it seemed to be cured.

Now it seems that it has not been completely cured, but the degree has been reduced a lot, and it does not affect daily life.

But this helmet... He tried it, and it gave a stronger sense of enclosure than shutting people into a dark corner or an independent space.

This would indeed cause her hidden illness to flare up.

So when he saw this woman was so scared that she was about to collapse on the spot but still gritted her teeth and endured it, he suddenly wanted to help her.

She is actually just an ordinary girl who has a good family environment and has been doted on since she was a child. She is a typical silly and sweet girl.

But in more than a year, I experienced the kind of extreme shock and despair that many people will never face in their lives, and it was a bit pitiful.

Although he has seen too many cruel things and experienced the most tragic situations, he is as indifferent to the ups and downs of fate as a doctor who is used to seeing life and death, but...

Suddenly my heart softened.

Now Fu Minghui was holding on to his fingers as if they were life-saving straws. He tried to pull them back but failed, so he simply gave up.

Fortunately, although the location of the bureau was remote, we finally arrived after a while.

He took Fu Minghui until he reached the special interrogation room and helped her take off her helmet.

The moment of light and the feeling of being released made Fu Minghui's feet weak and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Luo Zhao still held her arm and gently supported her.

Fu Minghui subconsciously looked around, almost feeling claustrophobic again.

Because they found that they were in a square room with an area of ​​only a dozen square meters and no windows on all sides.

The only door was made of heavy iron and was still tightly closed, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

In fact, it is still equivalent to a closed space, just slightly larger.

That's why she lives in a penthouse with views out on three sides, why the house is big.

Not just because her parents are rich and extravagant, but also because besides public places, she needs that kind of space.

call!
  Fortunately, after regaining her composure, her condition quickly eased.

After all, this space is at least larger than the elevator, allowing her to move around.

She is not alone here, there is also Luo Zhao.

And, a thin but elegantly dressed old man.

Her clothes and hair were meticulous, and her exact age was hard to tell, but she was very old anyway.

"Is it him?" Fu Minghui realized immediately.

Luo Zhao nodded and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

The differences between that country and our country can still be seen in the details.

Fu Minghui thought.

I saw that the old man had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and he didn't react to anyone coming in, as if he was asleep.

"Dead? Fainted?" Fu Minghui asked again.

At the same time, he noticed that there were electrodes attached to the old evil man's temples and the wrists of his hands.

A thin wire was still hanging on his shoulders, and probably on the back of his neck.

The room looked like the interrogation rooms seen in movies and TV shows. The elderly man from that country sat opposite her, separated from her by a large table that was so clean that there was no dust.

"Sleeping." Luo Zhao also pulled up a chair and sat down, "There's no movement, right?"

The second half of the sentence was not addressed to Fu Minghui.

"It's just not stable. I probably don't want to go, but I can't get out." A voice suddenly echoed.

Fu Minghui was startled.

After looking around, I discovered that cameras were installed in all four corners of the room.

This is probably the kind with an intercom function, right?
  "Hello, little sister." The voice greeted Fu Minghui because of his glance.

　Reader: Fu Minghui, get out of here!

　　Fu Minghui: This time it was Luo Zhao who made the first move.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)