Spatial hoarding: super strong wood superpowers

Cheng Jing dragged the person into the store, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

damned.

She didn't go out of her way to kill people.

This damn witness actually appeared by himself.

Cheng Jing cautiously watched by the window for a few minutes. After hearing no one's footsteps or voices, her heart almost jumped out, and she slowly returned to her original position.

She felt that sooner or later, she would be scared to death by this damn coincidence.

The middle-aged man is not a supernatural being, and struggling with all his strength, in Cheng Jing's eyes, it was nothing more than scratching an itch.

When she turned her gaze back to the man, the man had stopped struggling and kept rolling his eyes upwards.

I go.

Absolutely wrong.

She didn't want to solve the man with one trick.

Zhao Tiancheng didn't tell her some questions, but it didn't mean she couldn't ask other people.

The witness in front of him is obviously a suitable subject for questioning.

Cheng Jing dragged the man into the kitchen without forgetting to close the kitchen door. The light inside was too dark and pitch black.

She simply took out a luminous pearl, and the soft light replaced all the darkness, clearly illuminating the man's distorted face that was excessively hypoxic and constantly gasping for breath.

"You, you want to kill someone to silence you." The man finally breathed freely, pointed at Cheng Jing with a trembling finger, and kept thinking of countermeasures in his heart.

Cheng Jing: "..." This man has the truth, since she met her, it is impossible to let him leave alive.

If he leaves.

She will be in trouble in the future.

Cheng Jing said that she hates trouble the most.

The middle-aged man didn't get an answer, so he took it as the other party's silent acquiescence, and his face became paler and paler.

"Let's have a discussion. I'll pretend I didn't see you. Can you let me go?"

The goddess of death in front of him left an indelible impression on him. Holding a big knife in her hand, she rushed into the street full of zombies. Wherever she went, the ground was covered with corpses, and the dark red blood gathered into a stream and flowed into the distance.

He swallowed hard, and carefully discussed, "Really, I swear, I will never tell anyone about you."

Cheng Jing: "..." Does she look like a fool?If you don't tell others, are those who are looking for her outside and arresting her all ghosts?

The middle-aged man still didn't get an answer, and his heart became more and more frightened. The cold sweat kept falling down his cheeks and wet his clothes.

"Beauty, in fact, joining the doctor's laboratory will benefit you a lot."

He didn't have enough confidence in what he said. He witnessed with his own eyes that very few of the experimental products in the laboratory survived.

After all, he almost became one of the experimental subjects himself, and he only told what he had seen in order to survive.

Sure enough, it aroused the great attention of the doctor and allowed him to save his life.

Cheng Jing grasped the two key points in the man's words, laboratory and doctor.

"If you want to survive, tell me everything you know." The voice was so cold to the bone, the timid middle-aged man, who was afraid of death, almost knelt down and kowtowed when he heard that he had a chance to survive.

"You ask, as long as I know, I will tell you every word. If there is a lie, I will give you a thunderbolt."

Cheng Jing exuded a coercive coercion, the middle-aged man curled up in fright, and tremblingly said: "I don't want to die."

No one who survived by any means would not want to live.

"Tell me about the specific situation in the laboratory."

The middle-aged man wiped off the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, nodded, and tried hard to search his mind for the memory of the laboratory.

He was sent in after being knocked out, and when he woke up, he was in a room similar to a hospital ward.