Mu Qin slumbered for a while. He didn't remember when he fell asleep, and he didn't remember why he fell asleep. In short, Mu Qin's consciousness was blurred, like floating in the rough ocean. He could even hear the sound of the waves.

When Mu Qin opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on a wooden chair. He was tied up, his hands tied behind the chair, his feet tied to the legs, and a circle tied around his waist. The rope, the feeling of being tied, was not so good, so Mu Qin was a little anxious, and Mu Qin shook his head, then looked up and looked around.

He found himself in a small, empty room with no people around him, bare walls in all directions, and only a light bulb attached to the ceiling above his head. Fortunately, the dim light was flas.h.i.+ng, and the room was gleaming and s.h.i.+mmering, lining up a strange atmosphere in the room.

Facing Mu Qin's wall, there was only one door in this room. The door was in a state of emptiness. From the gap opened by the door, Mu Qin could vaguely see the scenery outside. He saw outside into the dark corridor, and the window on the side of the corridor. The gla.s.s of the window was somewhat broken, so he could see the night sky through the window. It seemed that it was not going to rain any more. Mu Qin couldn't hear the rain and the surrounding environment was dead.

Mu Qin guessed that he was still in the apartment building. He was carried up the stairs by the dead man and then tied to the chair.

What time was it? How long had he slept?

Mu Qin suddenly had various questions in his heart. He was eager to know how long he had been unconscious. However, there was no such thing as a watch in the ridiculous orphanage that could show the time. Mu Qin certainly could not get the answer. He moved his limbs and found that the rope tied to his hands and feet was very tightly packed, and he was afraid that he could not easily break free.

A closer look revealed that it was not a rope that was tied to Mu Qin, but a long strip of cloth that was spliced ​​into a rope, so that Mu Qin's freedom was easily bound.

Mu Qin twitched his body and tried to break free of these “ropes,” but he soon discovered that the means of tying by the resurrected man was also very clever. Mu Qin twisted for a long time, and the rope made by the cloth did not relax.

Just as Mu Qin struggled to fight the rope tied to him, Mu Qin heard the familiar footsteps outside, and Mu Qin stopped struggling. He looked up and looked at the door, and saw the man before he came back. Pus.h.i.+ng the less solid wooden door, he appeared in Mu Qin's sight.

When he came back, he seemed to hold something in his hand, but when the light suddenly made Mu Qin look less real, he noticed that the man's strong and tall figure, strong arms, firm muscles and slender legs. The bandage gauze around the neck and face covered the person's face strictly. Only one right eye was exposed, and the corner of the eye was slightly picked up. His eyes were cold and deep, and he felt a little cold and ruthless.

The man noticed that Mu Qin woke up and did not immediately come forward, but stood at the door for a while, staring at Mu Qin intensely, and Mu Qin did not show his weakness.

Mu Qin had already missed the opportunity to escape, and this time he could not panic. What was more strange to Mu Qin was why this man did not kill him immediately? Since this was a killing game, since this strange man may be a killer, he should immediately and unscrupulously start with killing Mu Qin instead of tying Mu Qin here… or did he want to take Mu Qin as bait? Attract the others to a rescue?

Of course, it was also possible that this man was not a killer. The tarot card he could hold may have been used to save his life. When he was attacked by Xu Fu, he chose not to resist the death to achieve the effect of escaping the killer's sight. This way he could go alone to find the key to the exit gate and escape alone.

But if so, why did he attack him?

Mu Qin couldn't figure this out: Did this person think that he was the killer? The person who could kill this man was obviously Xu Fu. How to see Xu Fu was the biggest possibility of killing. When he noticed that he was not Xu Fu, was it the right choice to work with him calmly?

Mu Qin, who was thinking about this, was going to talk to the man. Just as Mu Qin was brewing how to speak with him, the man across the room suddenly turned around and stopped standing at the door, but approached Mu Qin.

Mu Qin noticed that he was a little slow and his footsteps were still very light. He seemed to be a trained person. Mu Qin knew that the special forces had such a course, and hidden training, which made people feel noisy and made noise. It would be very low. If one were subjected to this kind of training for a long time, people would involuntarily turn this “silent” state into instinct.

Mu Qin's words were involuntarily swallowed, because the man opposite him had come to him and picked up the things in his hand, when Mu Qin noticed that he had some medical supplies in his hand.

Mu Qin did not speak, quietly watching the man's action. The man half squatting beside Mu Qin, and put some medical supplies on Mu Qin's leg, followed by a cotton swab and drowned it in the alcohol… he didn't know why, the other's action made it seem normal, but Mu Qin felt that he gave a cautious feeling. He was very careful to wipe the face of Mu Qin with a cotton swab that had been cleaned by alcohol. Mu Qin suddenly felt a sting on his cheek.

At this time, Mu Qin found that there was a wound on his face. The irritating effect of alcohol made the wound sting, and Mu Qin couldn't help but frown.

It seemed that because of Mu Qin's frown, the man's movements betrayed a slight tremor.

But soon, the man's movements were smooth, and he did not rush to Mu Qin to wipe the alcohol, and put a piece of gauze on his face. Later, he also dealt with other wounds on his body for Mu Qin. Basically, he was just beaten by this man. This person also pulled out the potion from the infirmary and squatted next to Mu Qin.

What was more embarra.s.sing was that he still seemed to want to give Mu Qin's stomach treatment, because Mu Qin's stomach had just been beaten and smashed by him. He still hurt now. He obviously wanted to open the hem of Mu Qin's clothes, but his hand reached halfway and stopped, stiff in midair.

Mu Qin looked up at the man and found that the other had a messy haircut, and some of the hair, face and shoulders were not cleaned up, and the whole person was messy.

Mu Qin looked down at his hand again. This was a pair of hands full of scars. It could be seen that this man had done a lot of training, so his palms were awkward and there were many scars on his hands.

When the man was still a corpse, Mu Qin did not look at it because the time was too tight. Now when he looked at it, he would find some details. For example, Mu Qin noticed that the man's right wrist had a slender, long scar, a long piece that hanged from the tiger's mouth to the inside of the arm.

Mu Qin stared at the scar for a second. The man seemed to notice Mu Qin's gaze very quickly, so he couldn't help but take back his right hand.

“Why do you hide?” Mu Qin suddenly turned cold and stared at the other side with a dark, s.h.i.+ny scorpion. “You thought I didn't recognize you?”

The man seemed to be shocked by Mu Qin, although his reaction was not big, but he was no longer half-sitting by Mu Qin, but stood up and looked down at Mu Qin. His height made him stand up with an inexplicable momentum, giving people a kind of pressure.

However, Mu Qin was not afraid of him. Mu Qin was always very calm. In any situation, in any environment, he was very calm and coping with everything.

So Mu Qin said: “When you just picked me up, I recognized who you are, because the movement made me feel familiar, your breath and heartbeat are also very familiar… but I still have some doubts and feel that I am in an illusion, until I saw the scar on your hand, the scar I remember. I accidentally used the utility knife to make it.”

Mu Qin used to use pencils in the student era, when his pencil was his own knife with a utility knife once, when he was writing a pen, Zhou Yue suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, and then Mu Qin accidentally left such a piece on his wrist. At that time, Mu Qin regretted it and even felt guilt. In his opinion, Zhou Yue's hand could be seen well. It was the hand that played the piano. How could it be injured?

How could he get hurt?

“What the h.e.l.l are you doing? Zhou Yue?” Mu Qin could hardly control himself and questioned him. He was a little afraid of this fact. In this strange killing game, he saw Zhou Yue… He had been away for nearly ten years. His first love lover!

It was a coincidence that Mu Qin did not believe in at all.

However, Zhou Yue did not speak. He seemed to become dumb. After a long silence, he suddenly fell down again. This time he did not hesitate. He reached out to Mu Qin's clothes and then used the potion to rub his a stomach. Mu Qin, who was coated with a little cold, he touched it, and Mu Qin couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Yue was still honestly giving Mu Qin a belly rub, and his movements were not too light or too hard, it was just right. His hands were no longer as clean and slender as before, but they became rough and powerful, and he was rubbing Mu Qin's belly. He felt a little weird. This kind of weirdness made Mu Qin's face slightly reddish. He felt that the scene was very embarra.s.sing. He was tied up. His first love that was seen after long years was helping his stomach, especially as Zhou Yue did not say a word, but also Mu Qin felt that he couldn't do it.

What was even more frightening was that Zhou Yue gave him a belly rub and groaned, and then his hands began to touch up and explored the chest. The position was a little sensitive, and Mu Qin couldn't help but sigh a name for Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue finally looked up and looked at Mu Qin. His face was covered with gauze. Mu Qin could only see his right eye. His eye shape seemed to have changed a little. It was not the same as in Mu Qin's memory, but the memories of the past that were there was not much reference. After all, they were high school students at that time. Only sixteen or seventeen years old, the five senses had not been opened, and the height could continue to grow. Nearly ten years had pa.s.sed, the appearance had changed, the body had changed, and all the changes would be possible and normal.

Even Mu Qin himself had changed from a teenager who was still thin and often nicknamed Xiaobai, to a mature and strong man.

So… Mu Qin bowed his head and finally couldn't help but feel sad and melancholy, he said: “…Why are you here?!”