Chapter 1120 Good Night, Sickly Brother (45)

She stopped the car and walked slowly inside.

There was a strange smell in the air, a mixture of corroded corpses and formalin.

Luo Qingchen glanced at her phone. Forty-five minutes had passed, and there should still be fifteen minutes before the bomb would explode.

Standing at the top of the stairs, it is filled with things about girls' hearts.

There are dolls, clothes, cosmetics and perfume.

Luo Qingchen frowned, not knowing the meaning.

After all, according to Lu Ou's plan, the one standing here at this moment should be Du Jiu Sheng.

Then these things should be...

Du Ling'er's...

She half-closed her eyes and walked up step by step. The stairs were filled with white dust. The further we went up, the more things and dust there became.

It wasn't until there was a huge photo of Du Ling'er posted on the wall on the second floor that she was sure that all the things she saw about girls just now belonged to Du Ling'er.

Lu Ou was indeed more terrifying than he imagined. He was so meticulous that he even used it on the dead Du Ling'er.

This abandoned building does not have a third floor. The intersection on the third floor is blocked by a cement wall with a skull painted on it, a sign prohibiting chemicals.

Luo Qingchen didn't look much, because at this moment her eyes were completely attracted by the two things on the second floor.

One is a tribulation on a chair, and the other is a rectangular object covered with red cloth.

Luo Qingchen didn't know what it was, but she was sure that the smell of formalin came from inside.

The next second, she moved her eyebrows slightly and walked towards the place where she was going to overcome the tribulation.

Even as he got closer, he felt something was wrong.

The man who was tied to the chair had a time bomb hanging on him. The countdown of the bomb was ten minutes and thirty-five seconds.

He was wearing a black woolen coat, his head hung deeply, and his face could not be seen.

Although she didn't know much about Du Jie, Xia Wan once said: We can't keep fur in our family because he is allergic to fur.

How could such a person wear a plush coat?

Luo Qingchen backed away slowly with very light steps, but she never thought that 'Du Jie' who was sitting on the chair would slowly raise his head, staring at her deeply with a strange smile.

No, maybe he can't be called Du Jie... but he should be Mu Lanfeng.

"Why is it you?" When he saw Luo Qingchen, his eyebrows were obviously startled.

He really didn't expect that the person who came to this place was Luo Qingchen and not Du Jiu Sheng.

The next second, Luo Qingchen shrugged, chuckled and said, "It seems your military advisor is not very good!"

As expected, this place was specially prepared for Du Jiu Sheng. Even when she walked in, she had a very desolate feeling.

It was probably because Du Ling'er's things were so real that she didn't feel chilled.

However, what Mu Lanfeng did in the next second made her even more horrified.

"My strategist is the most powerful strategist in the world -" the sound fell, and he pulled the red cloth next to him with his right hand.

What came into view was Du Jie with his eyes gouged out, his limbs cut into pieces, soaked in a huge formalin vat, and an urn that was broken into pieces.

Inside, it was supposed to be Du Ling'er's ashes.

So, the white dust that was scattered on the stairs just now...

"Does he think he killed someone and doesn't need to die?" Luo Qingchen's fingertips trembled slightly, with determination and cruelty in her eyes.

Did he think he could still be alive after doing such a perverted thing?

"Death? Hahahahaha -" Mu Lanfeng looked up to the sky and smiled: "You killed my sister, isn't it considered 'just self-defense'?"