I have a paranoid crown prince

Chapter 147 Xiao Qi, He Bullies Others (2)

At this moment, Lu Ze has brought the live broadcast equipment to the door of Wang Dao's house.

The weeds in front of the villa are luxuriant, desolate and uninhabited, and there is a pungent smell of blood in the air, mixed with the smell of rotten meat of various instant noodles. Lu Ze held his nose: "It stinks, can adults these days not grow up and down everywhere?" convenient."

The camera shifted to the gate of Wang Dao's house, and the dark and dusty door was actually open!

Lu Ze pretended to be surprised: "Oh, everyone, call the police! Dao Wang's house seems to have been stolen! I'll go in and check the situation."

Wang Dao's face turned green.

Wangdao's house is spacious, and things are piled up in a mess, and the air exudes a foul smell of carrion.Lu Ze broke off a one-meter-long branch and rummaged through the room.

"Hey, such a thick disc." Lu Ze squatted halfway, and various discs piled up on the bedside table. Lu Ze used a branch to turn over the discs. There were all kinds of enchanting and glamorous actors on the discs.

Every country, every language, every gender.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dao is also an international exchange ambassador, actively learning Japanese, English, and Korean, and it seems that the nightlife is quite rich.

"Oh, there seems to be a thief on the bed!" Lu Ze was startled, and saw that the dirty bed sheet was arched, and there seemed to be someone hiding inside.

Lu Ze carefully poked the "thief" with a branch, pretending to be nervous: "Everyone watching the live broadcast, I finally caught the thief who invaded Daowang's house. Let's reveal its true colors!"

After the words fell, the bed sheet was lifted lightly by the branches.

It was a 1.6-meter-tall humanoid doll with big eyes, long hair, and lifelike, but it was naked.

Lu Ze pretended to be intimidated: "Yo! It's actually a Japanese friend! I believe that our god-level player, the king of swords, must prefer Japanese actresses."

The live broadcast room of the whole network was full of barrage; the auditorium was bursting with laughter, and many people were laughing hard.

Ye Sibai squinted at the dark scene, and snorted lightly: "What are you laughing at, it's as if you guys haven't bought it before."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Many people secretly blushed and coughed in embarrassment.

Dude, they are all men, and people are tough.

Ye Sibai blinked at Fu Qi, and his beautiful eyes flowed: Xiao Qi, I have never bought such a dirty thing, I am only devoted to you, are you moved?
Fu Qi: Hehe, smartness is only occasionally, most of the time it is really mentally retarded.

Ye Sibai's handsome eyebrows were lightly drawn, and he keenly noticed something was wrong, what's wrong with Xiaoqi?
Lu Ze continued to explore catching thieves in Wang Dao's villa, and soon moved to Wang Dao's workshop—the room where the daily live broadcast was.

The room is spacious, with a large-screen computer on the left by the window, and a bloody and terrifying slaughterhouse on the right.

Although Lu Ze had been prepared for a long time, seeing this scene up close almost frightened his integrity.

"I'm so fucking gong and drum!" Lu Ze patted his small chest, turned the camera to the slaughterhouse, and aimed at the dead kitten hanging in the air, "Look, everyone, is this something that people do? ?!"

In the live broadcast, the white cat's bloody eye hole appeared unexpectedly, the blood coagulated into black, and the black hemp rope passed through the eye socket, knotted and hung in the air.

The auditorium audience was taken aback.

It's like a shrunken version of hell on earth.

There are more than a dozen black hemp ropes hanging in the air, and a piece of meat is tied to each rope.Heads, cat paws, tails, hearts, some have been dried, and some are still bleeding bright red.

The floor was a mess of kitten fur, and the ground was covered in black.

Beside the window, a bloody little milk cat was lying on the window sill, its stomach had been brutally broken open, the little milk cat's fluffy paws were powerless to scratch the glass, trying to escape with its last breath, but the glass window blocked its way , leaving only bloody scratches.

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(End of this chapter)