God-level Crime-solving Group

She wanted to reach out and touch it, but her hands had no ability to be free at all.

She opened her eyes and saw several men sitting together.

Those men were tall and short, fat and thin, but every man was dressed in suits and leather shoes.

There are several computers in front of them, some people seem to be reading novel 23, and some people are even typing some words.Occasionally stopped to think, and then picked up the book beside him to consult.

He seems to be creating!

Seeing them, Helan cried weakly, "You... Who are you?"

"Don't talk, my brother is writing. He is a god-level writer. We all rely on him to support so many brothers." A man who was reading a book couldn't help but scolded coldly.

He Lan grinned and sneered: "You are the ones who killed Wang Cheng and Wu Feng, right?"

"I told you to shut up and don't talk. When my brother has finished writing this, I will talk to you slowly."

"Tell me? What's there to talk about? Do I still have a way to escape?"

After He Lan finished speaking, he laughed at himself, and then followed: "Wang Cheng and Wu Feng are already dead. It seems that you are really targeting Jin Shi and Chumen."

The men didn't mean to say more, they didn't even look at it.

But the man who was sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard got up and said, "Forget it? Let's do it first."

"Are you sure? Don't delay the creation?"

"I need inspiration, I need endless inspiration!"

After the man finished speaking, he undid his suit jacket, revealing a pure white shirt.

It's just that he didn't just do it, but put on a poncho and poncho, and even put on rubber gloves on his hands.

The tallest man brought a few buckets of water and asked, "Old rule, do you wash it first?"

"Of course it has to be cleaned."

With that said, the man took off all Helan's clothes.

The petite Helan was in good shape, but when the man looked at Helan, there was no sign of being affected at all.

The same is true for other people. According to reason, men should not be so calm when they see women's bodies.

Even if the man in front of him doesn't like Helan's style, there will always be people.

Aside from the ugly scar on Helan's face, she was actually a little beauty.

But a bucket of water was poured on Helan's body, but he showed no mercy.

Helan seemed to be used to seeing strong winds and waves, and did not care about these insults at all, but faced it calmly.

"You are so silent, don't you want to talk more?"

"There's no need to say anything with the dying, sister... I'll wash you clean first, and then you can go all the way." The man said softly.

"Why do you have a pair of pen-holding hands wielding a butcher's knife?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are wrong, I picked up a brush."

With that said, the bath brush "swished" on Helan's body.

Helan's head hurt a lot, and she was very sorry, why didn't the two hammers kill her.If the hammer dies, the pain that follows will not be endured.

Thinking of this, Helan spat at the man.

The man calmly wiped the saliva from his face with a tissue and said calmly: "Sister, I have told you that I will send you on the road later, so don't provoke me now. There is nothing to do. It angered me, the only person who angered me, and put me on this path."

As he said that, he was still silently brushing Helan's body.When the front and back were all cleaned up, he reached out and patted Helan's body, and said with a smile, "People come clean in this life, and they should go clean. You came from your mother's womb, I'll send you back to your mother's womb, sister...don't blame brother, brother doesn't want to get into debt."

After speaking, Helan had closed his eyes.

She knew that she was going to die, she had experienced many dangers, and she had tasted the glory and riches of the world.At least compared to ordinary people, her life this year can be said to be extraordinarily comfortable.

Millions of cars stepped on their feet, and they lived in luxury villas.

It's just that over the years, her heart is no longer as pure as before.

Helan let out a long sigh. She looked at the man in front of her and suddenly said, "Brother, can you promise me something? Don't worry, I won't beg you to let me go."

"Tell me."

"You will be caught sooner or later, and the person who wants to catch you has already appeared. If you see him, tell him that my real 070 is called Helan. Xiaomeng is my nickname, you have to tell him My name is Helan, okay?"

The man thought about it: "There seems to be nothing to refuse, after all, he can't catch me. Hehe, I know you are talking about Su Yang, that kid is very powerful. But don't worry, We're not going to meet him head-on."

After speaking, the man walked to the fire and wrapped an iron rod in his gloves.There seems to be a soldering iron inlaid on the iron rod, and the soldering iron is in the shape of a letter.

That text is the word "Xin"!

When Helan looked at the stove, there were at least dozens of such iron rods in it.

"How do you want to kill me?"

"Burn you to death, sister, brother didn't want to do this but who put you in this order? Grit your teeth and endure it, we promised those two people before. As long as they can bear it, then we will let it go. He. You are the same. There are fifty-six pieces of writing iron here, engraved with Wen Tianxiang's famous poem "Crossing Dingyang". As long as you insist on finishing your life since ancient times, no one will die, and keep the last paragraph of the last paragraph of the book, Then you are reborn!"

As he said that, the first piece of old iron was ruthlessly printed on Helan's body.

Follow, the second block...the third block...the fourth block...!