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  Seeing that Wei Bei was taken aback and didn't say anything, Murong Qiao simply lost his patience and planned to use the most direct method.

  She called Jiang Chi. "Tie him to the dock."

  She pointed to the pillars under the pier outside to indicate.

   "Yes." Jiang Chi immediately understood what Murong Qiao meant.

  Even though Jiang Chi usually works as a clerical worker in the company, but before being able to stay by Murong Chen's side, he would not be an idle person.

  He untied the person from the chair in twos and threes, and then went to the pier with the rope.

  The empty room is only a dozen steps away from the pier. Even with a person in his hand, Jiang Chi's movements are not slow at all.

   "I really just want to make money—" Wei Bei still wanted to quibble.

   As a result, he didn't even finish a sentence, and he choked on a mouthful of sea water.

  Jiang Chi was tied in such a clever position that half of Wei Bei's body was not in the sea water.

   Once the sea water rises and recedes, it can submerge up to the position of his neck, or even higher.

   "My patience is limited." Murong Qiao stood on the shore, looking at Wei Bei more than ten meters away.

  She raised the alarm clock in her hand, "Take care."

   After saying this, Murong Qiao really turned around and went back into the room without hesitation, Jiang Chi followed behind.

   Wei Bei's eyes widened in horror, he couldn't believe that they really just left him here and ignored them.

  Aren't they afraid of killing people!

   Such a thought flashed in his mind, but the sea water, which was more turbulent than the thought, immediately flooded his mouth.

   There was silence all around, only the sound of the waves.

   Wei Bei's reaction, which was half a beat slow, finally responded, and he realized that the distance between himself and death was infinitely narrowing.

  After all, only a person who is really about to die can tell the truth.

  She didn't think about really killing people, she just gave a little "scare" appropriately.

   Just take advantage of this time to find another one.

  Murong Qiao turned his head and pushed open a door next door, looking at the middle-aged man with his head bowed.

   "Li Qiang?" Murong Qiao asked straight to the point.

  She didn't expect to be able to ask the answer she wanted, but just used this sentence to observe the other party's reaction.

  The man named Li Qiang did not respond, and still maintained his original posture.

  It's like a clam shell with its mouth tightly closed all the time. If you don't force a knife into it, you don't know what **** pain is.

  Murong Qiao obviously expected such a scene.

  She reached for a document next to her instead, flipped through a few pages and read aloud.

   "Li Xiao...your sister is pretty pretty."

  Li Qiang's eyebrows twitched, he wanted to raise his head but he held back.

  Seeing that he was unmoved, Murong Qiao turned another page.

   "Son is still in elementary school—"

   "What are you doing!" Li Qiang suddenly raised his head and shouted.

  He almost reversed the silence just now, like a fierce tiger waking up, wanting to get up and rush in front of Murong Qiao.

   But the reality is that the weight of the chair firmly pressed him to the ground, no matter how angry Li Qiang blushed, it would not have the slightest effect.

   "Are you in a hurry?" Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows.

   Li Qiang panted heavily, "If you touch them, I'll fuck..."

   "Swearing is so impolite." Murong Qiao casually threw aside the document he had just turned over.

  She crossed her arms and looked at Li Qiang, "I am a civilized person."

   "So," Murong Qiao returned to the topic.

   "Who is ordering you to do things?"

  Li Qiang was silent for a while, "...I don't know."

  Xu Shi saw Murong Qiao's frowning expression and dissatisfaction, Li Qiang frowned and added.

   "I really don't know!"

  He explained hastily, "Every time I make contact, the other party takes the initiative to call me."

   "I just obey the other party's orders, and I will do whatever he tells me, otherwise..."

   Li Qiang didn't complete the second half of the sentence, but he knew it was not a good thing.

  Murong Qiao was not very satisfied with this answer, squinted his eyes slightly, and tapped the document with his fingertips.

   "If I have to say it, every time a call comes to me, he will ask me to transfer it to that writer."

   "As for what they are talking about, I can't hear, I only know that the writer is very flattering to this gentleman, and will send a sum of money to us every once in a while."

   Li Qiang cares most about his relatives.

  So Murong Qiao didn't think that he would lie to deceive himself like that Wei Bei.

  Li Qiang is also trying to recall more useful information, "If I have to say..."

  He paused, as if thinking of something.

   "When the writer was talking to the other party, I occasionally heard him call the other party Mr. Du."

  Every time the other party calls and asks to talk to the writer, Li Qiang will go out to smoke in silence, and then go back when the cigarette is exhausted, and the conversation is basically over.

   Only one time he went out, but when he was about to light a cigarette, he found that he forgot to take the fire, so he turned back to get it, and overheard him one time.

   Murong Qiao was thoughtful.

   On the other hand, Wei Bei is still suffering from external and psychological torture.

  Thirty minutes is definitely not long in normal times, but at this moment, when surrounded by waves, and every wave may push oneself to death, it is extremely long.

  The waves are getting higher and higher.

  It was so high that Wei Bei's mouth and nose could be submerged every time it came up, so he had to master the timing of his breathing so that he would not be choked by the sea water.

   It's not that he didn't think about struggling to get out of trouble, but the more he twisted his body, the tighter the binding rope became.

   "I—uh, please—I really—"

   Even when I wanted to say begging for mercy, it became intermittent.

  The moment the waves submerged up, the sound of rushing water filled his ears, and it was clearly reflected in his still sober mind through bone conduction, yet it enveloped his whole body.

   Airtight, unable to breathe.

  The cold sea water stripped the temperature of life from the body bit by bit, starting from the toes and fingertips, and then lost consciousness—

   Wei Bei only remembered instinctive breathing.

  He never felt that he would be so close to death, even when that man named Du Ming threatened him.

  Remorse suddenly rose from his heart, like a raging wave at the moment, drowning him.

  If, if given another chance...

   Wei Bei took a deep breath.

  The moment this thought arose, he saw the figure of that woman appearing on the shore.

   "Me! I say! Uh-I say it all!"

  He struggled with all his strength as if he saw hope.

   As long as it keeps him alive, he can do anything!

   It seemed that he had sensed Wei Bei's sincerity. Across the distance between life and death, Wei Bei's blurred vision caught the smile on the other's face.

  After waiting for five minutes, Wei Bei returned to the empty room where he was locked up at the beginning, but this time he was drenched and his teeth were chattering from the cold.

   Murong Qiao still stood in front of him leisurely and refreshingly, looking down at his embarrassment at the moment.

   "You know the consequences of lying."

  She only gave this sentence.

   Wei Bei closed his eyes, and the fishy smell that made him panic seemed to emerge from his nose.

  The salty taste of the seawater...

  He shivered.

   "That person is Du Ming."