Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 Heavenly Fortune (35)

Tian Shengli died.

According to the police investigation, he apparently drank pesticide, mistaking it for alcohol after getting drunk.

The clues seemed to stop there.

But before the police arrived, Chuzheng found a feather on Tian Shengli’s body.

A black feather, which Chuzheng was all too familiar with.

Sang Meng, that bastard!

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Chuzheng called the person who had taken Sang Meng away.

“Miss Chuzheng? Sang Meng? Ah… she was taken by our professor, I’m not clear about… the professor’s contact information? Wait a moment… Let me find it.”

–

All sorts of tubes spread across the floor, and the room was surrounded by instruments flashing various data and lines.

A huge transparent glass tank stood in the middle of the room.

A person was curled up inside the glass tank.

Her limbs and head had various tubes inserted into them, and she stared pale-faced at a certain spot.

This person was Sang Meng.

After being taken to the laboratory, she endured all sorts of torture.

Now, she had been brought here by that so-called professor.

There was another person in the room, facing away from Sang Meng, working on something on the computer.

Sang Meng propped herself up to sit, and instantly the room’s instruments started beeping with alarm.

The professor turned around and warned her, “Don’t move around.”

The professor walked up to the glass tank and examined her as if she was merchandise, looking her up and down.

“When will you tell me what I want to know?”

A cold sneer twisted Sang Meng’s pale face.

“How’s the task I gave you coming along?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done everything as you asked,” the professor replied.

“I’ll wait for the results before I tell you,” Sang Meng said. “Otherwise, even if you kill me, I won’t tell you.”

The professor’s face turned slightly unpleasant.

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

The professor snorted coldly and left, flinging his sleeves.

Sang Meng’s venomous eyes followed the professor’s retreating figure.

As the professor reached the door, he suddenly stepped back in, raising his hands slowly.

Sang Meng was blocked by the professor and couldn’t see the other side.

But her instincts told her someone had arrived…

“Miss… Miss Chuzheng,” the professor said nervously, looking at the gun in Chuzheng’s hand. “Let’s talk this over, be careful with that gun.”

“Bang—”

“Ah!”

The professor fell to the floor, clutching his leg and wailing in pain.

Sang Meng saw the girl standing at the door.

Her expression was as cold as an ancient ice pit, as she stepped in, reigning like a king returned from the abyss to the human realm.

“What did I warn you?” Chuzheng walked up to the professor, looking down at him from above.

You dared to lay hands on the Good Person Card, thinking your life was too long, you bastard?

The professor, clutching his leg, cringed backward in terror.

The girl’s words of warning were still ringing in his ears.

At first, he had indeed kept his promise to her, but as his research progressed, along with Sang Meng’s deception, he forgot that promise.

He wanted to gain more information from Sang Meng.

Therefore, he agreed to Sang Meng’s suggestion…

“Chuzheng!” Sang Meng, mustering strength from somewhere, slammed against the glass tank, emitting a dull sound.

Her hands clenched into fists, and her face pressed against the glass was slightly twisted with her eyes filled with malice and hatred.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I didn’t,” Chuzheng said calmly, as if speaking about the day’s weather. “I just came to try my luck.”

After all, she had seen that black mist only around Sang Meng.

As it turned out, her luck wasn’t so bad.

She had overheard Sang Meng and the professor’s conversation upon arriving.

Although it wasn’t explicit, it wasn’t hard to guess.

Sang Meng suddenly calmed down, sitting back in the glass tank.

“Let me guess, you came here… because something happened to your Chu Wu?”

“Ha. I won’t let him die, don’t worry. I want him to torment you.”

Without Chuzheng asking, Sang Meng eagerly spoke up.

“The darkness deep in his heart will be magnified infinitely, no one can save him, unless… you kill him.”

“But could you bear to kill him?”

Sang Meng’s smile was malicious.

“You can’t bear to, can you? So… all you can do is torment each other.”

“Even if you don’t kill him, he will fall into a worse state due to those negative emotions, and in the end…”

Sang Meng spread her arms, silently making a ‘bang’ with her lips.

She laughed maniacally.

She was a Fallen Angel, and what she excelled at most was fully unleashing the darkness and desires within a human’s heart.

“If I can’t feel good, neither can you, haha!”

The room was filled with only Sang Meng’s abrupt laughter, harsh and piercing.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and Sang Meng clenched her fist and pounded it on the glass, roaring loudly.

“Why aren’t you scared? What are you looking at me like that for? You should be afraid! You should beg me!!”

Sang Meng imagined a scene where Chuzheng knelt down and begged her, feeling a surge of pleasure.

“In your dreams,” Chuzheng said coldly, interrupting Sang Meng’s fantasy.

Sang Meng angrily pounded the glass, dislodging the tubes on her body, and her blood splattered on the glass, smearing one bloody handprint after another with her hands.

“Then just watch him die! Hahaha!!”

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Chuzheng walked out of the building; a fine drizzle fell from the sky, and the foggy air made it difficult to see far.

Someone next to her came with an umbrella, shielding her from the rain.

“Miss Chuzheng…”

Chuzheng wiped the blood from her fingers with a clean handkerchief, took the umbrella, and as she did, the handkerchief slipped through her fingers and fell to the ground, getting trampled by someone’s foot amidst the rain.

The person who handed her the umbrella shivered uncontrollably as he watched Chuzheng’s retreating figure.

This girl…

Was terrifying.

When Chuzheng got back home, the house was pitch dark; she didn’t turn on the light but went straight to the bedroom.

“Baby?”

Chu Wu’s hoarse voice rang out.

Click.

The bedroom light came on, revealing the person on the bed.

Chu Wu’s eyes were red, and he looked at her with a pale face.

“Baby, why have you tied me up?”

He had found himself bound when he woke up.

No matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

If he weren’t in his familiar room, Chu Wu might have thought he was kidnapped.

“Don’t you remember what you’ve done?”

Chu Wu had a somewhat fuzzy impression.

“I seem… Fubao was injured, I wanted to clean the wound, but…”

Chu Wu’s face turned even paler.

He looked at Chuzheng somewhat at a loss: “I…”

Seeing the blood on Fubao’s body, he felt as if he were bewitched.

“Fubao…”

“It’s okay.”

Chuzheng sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to brush his hair, then after a moment placed her hand on his head and gently rubbed it.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Chuzheng comforted him briefly, but Chu Wu’s complexion showed no signs of improvement.

“Baby, let me go…” Chu Wu looked at her pleadingly.

“No, you’ve been naughty.” If I let you go, what if you take a knife and chop me up in my sleep?

Chuzheng leaned down to kiss him: “Are you hungry?”

“You… let me go first.”

“No.” Chuzheng covered him with the blanket: “I’ll go get you something to eat.”

Chu Wu: “!!!”

Chu Wu must be hungry after Chuzheng had been away for so long.

With his hands and feet bound, Chuzheng held the food to feed him.

Chu Wu, not wanting to dispute with his own stomach, ate obediently.