Jiang Cheng frowned as he listened. He knew Lin Wan'er's methods; if this matter truly existed, she would definitely be able to dig out the information.

Without further ado, Lin Wan'er hung up the phone. She was currently in a cold, cement room. Not far in front of her was a life-sized steel cross, and tied to it was a man, naked from the waist up.

The man was covered in bloodstains, his gray hair matted with filth and blood. But even in this miserable state, his imposing manner hadn't diminished. After being awakened by ice water, he cursed at Lin Wan'er, the ruthlessness in his eyes wanting to tear her into a thousand pieces. "Lin Wan'er! I should have killed you with one palm back then! You traitor, you'll come to a bad end! Ah... ah!!"

Listening to the man's curses, Lin Wan'er nonchalantly picked up the teacup in front of her, blew away the steam, and took a small sip to moisten her throat. "Whether I come to a bad end is none of your concern. Besides, with your skills, you couldn't kill me."

The next second, a powerful electric current ran through the man's body from his feet. The man convulsed from the electric shock, and after a few rounds, his tone softened a lot. "I don't know, I really don't know. If you don't believe me, then kill me! I beg you to kill me!" The man wailed helplessly.

Lin Wan'er put down her teacup and stared intently at the man. After a moment, she suddenly smiled. "I remember the Zhong family head has a daughter, doesn't he?"

The man, who was wailing, immediately stopped, and an undisguised fear appeared in his eyes for the first time. "You... what do you mean?"

Lin Wan'er smiled without saying a word, leaning back easily in her chair. Intelligence showed that Zhong Tiankui had a daughter late in life and cherished her very much. Zhong Tiankui had kept this news very secret, and even most members of the family didn't know about it.

Seeing Lin Wan'er like this, Zhong Tiankui suddenly panicked, and even his voice trembled. "Lin Wan'er, explain yourself clearly! I warn you, don't touch my daughter! Calamity doesn't befall family, are you... are you still human?!"

"Have you treated us like humans all these years?" Lin Wan'er sneered. "In your eyes, aren't we just tools to be discarded after use?"

Zhong Tiankui was speechless for a moment. Indeed, that was the existence of Deep Red (Shen Hong). If Deep Red hadn't successfully defected later, and the Night Watchers (Shou Ye Ren) still needed Lin Wan'er to supervise Zero (Ling), then Lin Wan'er, the Deep Red instructor, would also have to be silenced.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A light knock sounded, and the person knocking seemed to be in a good mood.

Without waiting for Lin Wan'er to agree, the dark iron door was pushed open, and a girl in a small dress walked in.

The girl had delicate features, but her eyes were sly. She held a rectangular box in her hands, and behind her... she carried a large saw on her back.

As the head of the Zhong family, the man recognized at a glance that the person who came was Number 8 of Deep Red, that cruel and mad lolita.

Number 8 smiled and handed the box to the man, tilted her head, and looked at Zhong Tiankui with innocent eyes. "Old thing, guess... what's in the box?"

Zhong Tiankui swallowed. He suddenly had a bad feeling. He smelled a strange fragrance, a fragrance that was very familiar, from a specially formulated spice, the same one his daughter used!

Seeing Zhong Tiankui's eyes turn red instantly, Number 8 showed a satisfied smile, revealing two cute little tiger teeth at the corners of her mouth. "Congratulations, you guessed right!"

As the box was opened, Zhong Tiankui was stunned, and then let out an indescribable scream. Inside was a severed hand.

The severed hand was still very fresh, and the box was stained with blood. On the slender index finger of the severed hand was a bright ruby ring, which he had personally put on his daughter on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony!

"Ah! Ah! I'm going to kill you!" Zhong Tiankui let out a desperate but helpless roar. "You demons! Demons!"

"I'll ask one last time, the exact time and coordinates of the most recent meeting!" Lin Wan'er said coldly. "Otherwise, next time, you'll see your daughter's other hand!"

Number 8 seemed to be impatient, and pulled out the large saw from behind her again. There was still very fresh blood on it. At this moment, Number 8's face became ferocious. "Teacher, don't waste your breath with him. Hehe, I'll be right back."

As Number 8 turned around, about to drag the bloody saw out the door, Zhong Tiankui collapsed, crying and shouting, "Don't go! I'll talk, I'll tell you everything... I beg you, please don't hurt my daughter!"

With her back to Zhong Tiankui, Number 8 grinned, revealing a smile of successful conspiracy.

Lin Wan'er raised her hand and pressed the record button on the table, then raised her chin at Zhong Tiankui and said calmly, "Start."

...

Just two floors directly below this interrogation room, there was another room of about the same size, but the furnishings here were relatively better, with a bed, a table, and a small wooden cabinet that seemed out of place.

The cabinet was the kind with double sliding doors, and the exterior was very old, like a product of the last century.

A woman in her early twenties sat on the edge of the bed, with delicate features and good clothes, but the fear was still difficult to hide under her light makeup.

Although she had tried her best not to show it, her hands, clasped on her lap and twisting together unconsciously, still betrayed her.

And not far in front of her, there was also a person sitting, a man. The man was sitting in a chair, with the old-fashioned wooden cabinet behind him.

The woman couldn't help swallowing. She noticed that a rough-looking cowboy hat was formally placed in the center of the table in front of the man. She couldn't figure out what this meant.

This man wasn't considered handsome, but his brows revealed a rare melancholy temperament. The man basically ignored her, and most of the time he was staring at the cowboy hat on the table in a daze.

She had been "invited" here for some time, but the man in front of her didn't ask her for a ransom, nor did he hurt her. It seemed... he just didn't allow her to leave.

Until—

Number 2 slowly sat up straight, pressed the Bluetooth headset in his ear with his hand, and nodded. "Success? Okay, I understand."

Finally, Number 2 stood up. The woman instantly became nervous, but she was stunned the next second, because she saw the man turn around, open the right sliding door of the cabinet, take out a cup of milk tea from it, warm it with his hands, and then hand it to her with a slight frown.

"Sorry, it's already cold, just make do with it." Number 2 said in a relaxed tone, "I'll send you home later, and I'll buy you a hot one on the way, a large cup."

"You..." The woman opened her mouth subconsciously.

"Don't ask questions." Number 2 interrupted her. "It's not good for you to know too much, but I want to thank you today, thank you for not making things difficult for me."

The woman held the milk tea in her hands, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. She was sure from the man's melancholy eyes that he wasn't lying to her, but she really didn't understand what he meant by not making things difficult for him. After all, since arriving here, he had barely spoken to her.

Opening the door, the woman walked out cautiously. The corridor outside was empty, and at this moment, the woman suddenly panicked. She subconsciously turned around and looked into the room through the half-open door, only to see the man pull open the left sliding door of the cabinet.

In that instant, she suddenly saw clearly that inside stood a rusty large saw, and a rectangular box decorated in a cute pink color.

And the next second, the man raised his leg and smashed the box with a heavy kick.