The coat covered Li Zhan, which also covered the dazzling red color, leaving only a light camel-colored, quiet and gentle.

Yu Fei looked at him in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Tang Lin walked back to Zhang Quan and asked him: "Don't you want to tell the truth?"

Zhang Quan let Fan Peiyang press it, as if he had seen the difference in strength between them clearly, but the sneer on his face had no intention of accepting his fate: "Even if the murderer killed someone with his fingers, why must it be me? Everyone has hands, and Yu Fei's hands are still full of blood!"

"They pressed the wound," Zheng Luozhu retorted from the air, "Don't confuse the public."

He fought with Yu Fei, and the more he looked at the boy, the more he liked him. When he looked at Zhang Quan, he didn't look like a good person anymore.

"Ha," Zhang Quan was sarcastic, "Maybe he was so anxious to press the wound just to cover up the blood on his fingers."

Yu Fei turned his head slowly, his eyes like a knife, and he could almost cut Zhang Quan alive: "Say it again."

Zhang Quan swallowed.

Tang Lin shook his head: "Zhang Quan, I don't need to look at Yu Fei. There are five people in total, and the three of us cannot kill people. The murderer is either you or Yu Fei. It's enough to see one of you."

Zhang Quan sneered disdainfully: "I have no blood on my hands."

"You did wipe your fingers very clean..."

Tang Lin stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Quan's right wrist. Fan Peiyang relaxed at the right time, so he grabbed the hand and shine it on everyone.

"But you forgot to clean the nail slits."

Zhang Quan's right hand, which was not stained with blood, and a few traces of red in the crack of his index finger nails. It was the minced tissue that must be left in the crime, firmly embedded in the depths of the crack of his index finger.

"If you really have blood on your hands like Yu Fei, it will be hard to deal with it," Tang Lin sent his wrist back to Fan Peiyang's hand, took a step back, and his voice became cold, "Fortunately, you have to do this too much. The blood on your hands is not suspicious, but you have to wipe it clean, so you feel guilty."

Zhang Quan stopped talking, and the reluctance and resentment on his face disappeared, and there was a strange calmness.

Zheng Luozhu was surprised by Tang Lin's calmness and keenness, but what made him even more confused was Zhang Quan. Why did he kill someone? He was obviously the same passerby as them...

"Ok, the filtering is completed."

Zhang Quan's comfortable voice interrupted Zheng Luozhu's thoughts.

Zheng Luozhu suddenly looked up: "What screening?"

Zhang Quan ignored him and joked to Tang Lin easily: "I didn't expect that you are quite efficient. I thought at least three or four people would die."

Although he was clearly pressed on the elevator wall, Zhang Quan's aura was completely different from before, and even his voice changed slightly.

Tang Lin frowned and was about to speak, but someone was faster than him.

"Why do you want to kill someone..." Yu Fei clenched his saber tightly, and his joints were cracking, "Why do you want to kill Li Zhan--"

In the second half of the sentence, his voice suddenly increased, his anger broke through his reason, and the man had already rushed over.

He actually doesn't want the answer, he just wants Zhang Quan to pay his life!

Yu Fei's speed was too fast and he didn't give anyone a chance to react. He had already come to Zhang Quan.

"Dang--"

The saber fell to the ground without warning, and Yu Fei was tightly wrapped around a green vine growing from the bottom of the car, unable to move.

"Zhang Quan--" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

The initiator suddenly flashed and escaped from Fan Peiyang's shackles and jumped away flexibly.

Fan Peiyang was stunned for a moment. The severe pain from his palm showed Zhang Quan's absolute power when he escaped, and the vines that were bound by Yu Fei at this moment...

He turned to look at Zhang Quan, and knew it in his heart: "You have stationery."

"How could he have stationery?" Zheng Luozhu was surprised. "Before entering the elevator, all of our stationery was emptied."

"I have just said that I'm here to screen you."

Zhang Quan's voice became serious, and his face changed.

In just a few seconds, that face became another strange man. He was about thirty-five years old, his cheeks were thin and his chin was a bit stubborn.

This scene is so weird that it makes people stand upright.

Zheng Luozhu blurted out: "Where is Zhang Quan? Have you killed him?"

"No, it has nothing to do with me," the strange man left behind, "I am only responsible for you. Zhang Quan took the elevator and died long ago."

Zheng Luozhu was silent for a moment: "Is this the test of this level?"

The man shook his head: "You are naive enough."

Zheng Luozhu: "What does it mean?"

Man: "The real level has not come yet. I have said it for the third time. This is just a screening before the level."

Zheng Luozhu was completely silent.

Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin's faces also became solemn.

Yu Fei had long lost his mind and could not hear what the man said. He just tried his best to break free from the vine.

It's been this point, and it's clear that it's not clear. Without Zhang Quan, the person who lives with them from beginning to end is this person. There is no one who can pass the level or not. They haven't even touched the entrance to the level yet.

Tang Lin stared at the scumbag for a long time and raised his right index finger: "Is this stationery too?"

"Vine and transformation are, fingers," the slut shrugged, "It's the ability to strengthen."

Tang Lin: "Strengthen your ability?"

The scumbag raised her eyebrows: "The wishes in the wishing house. Don't tell me, if you ask for money in the wishing house, then some of you will cry in the future."

He answered questions and cooperated a little too much, and Fan Peiyang couldn't help but wonder: "Why tell us this?"

The scumbag smiled contemptuously: "Because you do not pose any threat to me."

【Gugu---】

The display screen, which had no images, dedicatedly made the last owl cry.

The elevator stopped steadily and the dust settled.

"It's time to say goodbye. Don't hate me, I'm just completing the task." The scumbag retreated deep into the elevator, "But if you really want to take revenge, you can come to find me, as long as you still have your life."

The car door slowly opened, and a humid and stuffy air came towards us, vaguely stinking with moldy and rotten smell.

“Welcome to the dungeon.”

The scumbag opened her arms and pushed her hard at the four of them.

The vines tied with Yu Fei loosened at the same time, and the four of them caught off guard and staggered out of the elevator.

Yu Fei was the first to jump up after falling out and ran back frantically, but the car door was closed too fast, so he smashed the door desperately, trying to grab the body of his partner, but the elevator slowly moved up.

Fan Peiyang, Tang Lin, and Zheng Luozhu then stood up and stared at the scene ahead.

A underground town has no sunshine, only dim lights. The houses built casually are simple and dilapidated, some have become ruins, the streets are crooked, narrow and dirty, and the depths are not visible. Many people sit on the side of the road, dressed in rags, pale and thin, and some people walk through the streets and alleys in a hurry.

Depressed, crowded, broken.

The huge roar of the machine came from a distance, carrying a suffocating hot wind.

But what is even more suffocating is that those who sit on the side of the road, those who seem to be unable to survive, can see the owl pattern on it with their arms exposed.

It is exactly the same as the patterns on Fan Peiyang, Tang Lin and Zheng Luozhu's arms.

"I'm sorry." Fan Peiyang turned to look at Tang Lin, and against the dim light, his emotions were hidden in the shadows, and he could not tell the truth.

Tang Lin was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have pulled you in."

...

A month ago, a private hospital in Beijing.

Tang Lin sat on the hospital bed and peeled the apples seriously, and the apple skin was not broken.

He has lost weight recently and his hospital gown is a little swaying.

Shan Yunsong sat by the bed and watched quietly. After Tang Lin finished cutting the last time, he reached out to take the knife and the fruit plate.

"What are Mr. Fan busy with recently?" Tang Lin asked casually with a bite of the apple.

Shan Yunsong shook his head: "I don't know very well."

Tang Lin had no choice but to remind: "Shan Special Assistant, you are his assistant."

Shan Yunsong respectfully corrected: "Mr. Tang, I am your assistant now."

That's why it's even more suspicious. Shan Yunsong is an old man who has followed him and Fan Peiyang since the beginning of the company's establishment. He is also Fan Peiyang's most capable assistant in recent years. Unless Mr. Fan is too idle to go on vacation to the island, Shan Yunsong will never have such a reason to stay in the hospital for a long time with him. Fan Peiyang is not a person who is not distinguished between public and private.

"Single Special Assistant," Tang Lin put down the apple and smiled gently, "The doctor said I can live for up to three years."

Shan Yunsong was stunned and didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Tang Lin just looked at him quietly.

Shan Yunsong read out the accusation that "it's shameful to deceive the patient" from those clear eyes.

"Mr. Tang..." Both sides are bosses, and Shan Yunsong is really having a headache.
To be continued...