There was a pillar in the middle of the cell, and then four people were tied to it like dogs, with their hands tied by leashes.

"Go on."

Sean said.

As soon as he said that, I saw the floor of the cell suddenly open and the whole cell turned into two separate cages.

There was a dog, like a wolf in the cage.

Even if I can not hear the voice, I can see the people inside open their mouth. They must be screaming!

All four of them tried to hide, and the wolf below kept clawing his claws through the fence and began to stroke those people's bodies ...

At this moment, someone did not stand firmly and accidentally fell into the cage below. I saw the wolves rushing up!

There was blood on the screen! When the man came up again, the bones were exposed!

I saw those four people on the screen kowtow in the direction of the screen!

Sean finally said, "Say it or not."

I didn't know what they were talking about.

I didn't know what he was doing.

But I stood back, looking at the horror of the four people on the screen, even feeling Sean's indifference to everything.

It was like life is not worth anything to him!

At that moment, my heart rises in fear, as if I never knew this person!

I quietly exited the room and lay quietly on the bed. All the four people in the screen were in my mind.

Who were they?

Sean, why were you doing this to them?

I was so confused that I even feel like I was with the devil!

After about an hour, I heard slight footsteps coming from the corridor from far to near.

Was the trial over?

Were those people alive?

The man came in and lay down on the bed. I turned my back to him and felt that the man took my waist and my body shivered!

"Not sleeping?"

Sean asked me.

"I..." I swallowed my saliva and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I will have surgery tomorrow and I can't sleep."

"Do not worry, I will be with you."

His voice was a little husky.

I could feel his hands cold.

I did not say anything. I closed my eyes. I was nervous.

Sean, how many faces do you had?

The next day was supposed to be the time to start treatment.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said, "I am very sorry that the medicine needed for the surgery was imported from abroad. It has been out of stock recently. It may take as long as two weeks ..."

"Why don't you coordinate well in advance?"

Sean had heard of it, and his face immediately began to look unhappy.

At this moment, all I could think about was what happened on the video last night, and I was afraid Sean would do something really bad and said, "It is okay, it is okay. Actually, I am not completely prepared. So it'd be better wait two weeks."

I smiled.

Sean would not disagree with me although I said that. And his expression was very bad.

That night, Sean hugged me and wanted me, but I was not in the mood to make love.

I looked at him, thinking all about last night, and could not help but ask, "Sean, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Why do you ask?" Sean looked at me with a look of suspicion.

I shook my head. "Just asking."

The man kissed me on the forehead. "Killing is illegal. How can I kill someone? I will stay with you for a long time and I won't do those things."

Was that so?

I closed my eyes. And my heart is heavy.

I just said, "I'm tired." Then I turned and went to bed.

The next day, my physiological period has arrived. I escaped the lingering with him, but every time I closed my eyes, it was the picture on the screen that day.

At night I dreamed of the screen, even I can hear the screen of those people crying, screaming, begging for mercy!

For three days, I could not stand.

When Sean opened the door, I hugged him, "Sean, I am sorry. I saw those people in your study the other day!"

I had to say. I was afraid I will drive myself crazy.

He did not seem surprised at all. His one hand put me around. He said, "I know, when you asked me that day whether I killed a person, I know you must have seen it."

He already knew. Why did not he ask me?

Just waiting for me to ask?

At this point, I would rather Sean lied to me, pretended to be surprised, and explained.

His expression made me even more afraid.

I didn't know what to say. Sean hugged me and said, "those people. They are the ones who manipulates Daniell's car."

"What?"

I looked up and looked at Sean incredibly.

"They are an underground organization, and they do it all the time." Sean said.

"How do you know?"

Since it was an underground organization...

"Everything they do will leave a mark of their own in an inconspicuous but not neglected spot on the spot, in order to warn employers. If an employer is found to want to sell them, they will use this to hold back the employer." Sean explained to me, "I didn't know until I found this sign."

"So... who is the employer, did they say?"

"Not yet." Sean was silent. "But do not worry, since I promised you I would..."

"Never mind." I looked up at Sean and said, "Don't investigate, I don't want to know. The past is gone."

I just heard what Sean said, and my heart got upset.

I remembered when he met Ward Pater and he said, "Underworld and businessmen are well-defined."

Sean must be the businessmen, and these people must be different from Sean.

"What? Do you worry about me?" Sean had guessed all about me and pressed me on the wall.

He lowered his head, and his black eyes had a fascinating charm.

"I'm worried." I knew I misunderstood Sean. "Sorry, I've made you cross the border."

He did those things only because he promised me to investigate Daniell's death.

That was the only way to deal with those people.

Sean smiled, leaned over, and tasted it gently on my lips. "Relax, I have got it under control. For once, and it will not happen again."

I was so bored at home that I happened to find an exhibition of Traditional Design Gang's style on the Internet and planned to visit it during the day.

This time, I drew heavy makeup, completely covered the scars on my nose, then put on a mask and went to the design exhibition.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a man come in.

The man was wearing a suit, but he was wearing a pair of sneakers.

At first, I was attracted to his clothes.

When I saw his face, I suddenly understood this dress. I just wanted to call him and heard a voice behind, "Murray Moore!"