Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Although it sounds that his mood is calmer than the lost scream just now, the interrogative ending of this sentence still makes her frown.

Su Xiaoyu adjusted the flashlight brightness of his mobile phone to the maximum. He came close and observed the face in front of him. He looked very carefully from his nose to his eyes, and finally came to the conclusion that he had never seen it.

Su Dayong looked at the ghost like face. He was so scared that he didn't dare to go out. He bit his lips and looked ahead. His face was red and white.

Perhaps it was the effect of the power failure that slowly showed up now. Without air-conditioning support, a layer of sultry air soon floated in the ward, which made Su Dayong sweat on his head.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe it, but he had no choice but to tie his hands and feet firmly.

Su Xiaoyu didn't plan to be polite to him. He went straight to the subject and asked, "who are you? What's your last name? Who sent you! Say

"I..." Su Dayong subconsciously will follow her words to answer, a moment later, back to God, mouth suddenly closed again, only a straight line between the lips.

Su Xiaoyu frowned, "I asked you something! Speak

Su Dayong remained silent, stubbornly closed his mouth, and the panic in his eyes faded away, even slowly calmed down.

He saw clearly that it was not a ghost at all. It was just a young girl. She was wearing a little skirt that a little girl would wear. The soft lace made her look very childish.

Su Dayong immediately forgot the pain and said, "are you Tang Xiao? Mu Yunshen's wife? "

Su Xiaoyu wanted to veto, but his eyes were not right, so the words changed, "so what if it's me? Answer the questions I just asked you

Su Dayong not only did not answer directly, but even turned his head and whistled at her. His greasy face was full of obscenity and frivolity that did not belong to his age. "He looks pretty! Why do you have to follow people like mu Yunshen? Do you want to try to follow me? How about the spicy one that will make you popular? "

Su Xiaoyu rolled a very round white eye, forced to resist the impulse to twist his dog's mouth, which could not spit out any ivory, turned around and picked up a syringe from the bed, and asked him, "what is this?"

"Needle, what else can it be." Su Dayong glanced lazily at her, even squeezed a sneer from his lips and teeth, as if it was such a ridiculous question.

Su Xiaoyu didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he took another needle out of the pockets on both sides of the skirt and slowly raised it up, "since you don't want to say what it is, I don't want to force you, but I believe you will tell the truth soon."

With that, she lifted the corner of her lip and gave a slight smile.

Ethereal laughter is particularly clear in the darkness and silence, even with a touch of fear.

Su Dayong was startled for a moment, but he was still calm and said, "what do you want to do?"

"You'll know what I want to do right away." Su Xiaoyu squatted down and stepped on Su Dayong's face with one foot. He could not help but completely deform his smiling face. The empty hand fell down quickly.

Su Dayong couldn't struggle. In panic, he suddenly felt an obvious coolness on his arm, which gradually penetrated into his flesh.

Su Dayong can't sit still any more. He bites his back teeth and cries out from the deformed corner of his mouth, "what are you fighting for me?"

Su Xiaoyu slowly pulled out the needle and threw it into the garbage can. He patted it with his backhand, tilted his head and laughed at him. He said lightly, "it's nothing. It's just tetrodotoxin."