Chapter 562: How much is one thousand minus seven?

Inside the abandoned construction site, noisy sounds arose.

Waking up groggily, Chang Xingrong felt his whole body was restrained by chains.

Under desperate struggling, sounds kept arising.

Looking back at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng stood before a table, methodically organizing things.

When he saw Chang Xingrong wake up, Zhang Cheng smiled: "Very good, since you've woken up, that means the game has begun!"

"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chang Xingrong's face was now full of panic.

And hearing Chang Xingrong's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer: "What kind of foolish talk is that? I kidnapped you? Isn't it because you attracted me here? Silver Killer."

Leaning close to Chang Xingrong's face, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned into vertical snake pupils, cold and crazy: "How much is one thousand minus seven?"

Suddenly hearing this question, Chang Xingrong couldn't help but fall silent.

But in the next second, Zhang Cheng drove a sharp long nail through his shoulder blade, embedding it directly into the wall.

"Ah!"

Under the shrill scream, Chang Xingrong couldn't help but wail.

"How much is one thousand minus seven?"

Looking coldly at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng spoke again, his eyes full of ferocity.

"Nine hundred and ninety-three!"

Panting heavily, Chang Xingrong endured the pain and spoke, already unable to stop the tears from falling.

Looking at Chang Xingrong's appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled: "Continue, keep subtracting downwards."

"How much is nine hundred and ninety-three minus seven!"

Accompanied by Zhang Cheng's words, Chang Xingrong began to run his brain rapidly.

And just as he kept answering, Zhang Cheng came to the table and picked up various tools.

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Chang Xingrong couldn't help but wail: "I beg you, don't do this!"

"Beg me? Why would you say such a thing? When you killed those innocent people back then, didn't you think that they were also begging you to let them go?"

Roaring at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and said: "I tell you, in this world, no one can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, because I don't recognize it."

"If you're in the game, you must admit your mistakes when you make them, and stand straight when you're beaten. You don't know you're wrong now; you know you're going to die!"

Backhanding and picking up a long nail, Zhang Cheng drove it through Chang Xingrong's other shoulder blade, then grinned: "This is symmetrical!"

"Ah!"

Under the painful wail, Chang Xingrong's tears and snot kept falling, appearing very filthy.

But looking at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, our game has just begun. I will definitely treat you well, until you die..."

After a brief half-hour passed, Chang Xingrong's body was now full of ferocious scars, making one's scalp tingle just looking at it.

However, Zhang Cheng, standing to the side, held a dripping blade and said: "By the way, your confession hasn't been finished yet, has it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng picked up a piece of paper and a pen, then walked to Chang Xingrong and said: "Write it down yourself!"

Pulling out the long nail from Chang Xingrong's right hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

"Kill me, I beg you, kill me."

Speaking in a hoarse voice, Chang Xingrong now only wanted to die, because he was about to collapse.

The reason Zhang Cheng made him keep doing math was to keep his brain clear, preventing him from fainting due to extreme pain.

But now, Chang Xingrong knew too late, because he was already about to go completely insane.

"Not writing? I heard you still have two sons. They should be more fun than you!"

Revealing a ferocious smile, Zhang Cheng leaned close to Chang Xingrong's face and spoke.

And suddenly hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chang Xingrong instantly struggled, the chains clanking: "Come at me if you have anything, don't touch my son! I'll kill you, ah!"

Roaring in anger, Chang Xingrong now appeared extremely crazy, but looking at Chang Xingrong's appearance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but clap his hands: "Hahaha, that's right! You have to keep your spirits up, otherwise I haven't had enough fun yet?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the paper and pen: "Write clearly. If it's missing a bit, I'll go and slaughter your whole family!"

Looking at Chang Xingrong with cold eyes, Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of mockery.

And looking at Zhang Cheng, Chang Xingrong now couldn't stop shedding blood and tears.

Because he simply didn't understand why such a madman would find him.

If he considered himself indifferent to life, then Zhang Cheng was a devil through and through!

A few minutes later, when Chang Xingrong wrote down the confession, Zhang Cheng held the blade and slowly came before him.

Looking at the increasingly close dagger, Chang Xingrong's eyes were full of despair.

And looking at Chang Xingrong's gaze, Zhang Cheng was excited: "Yes, that's the look of despair!"

"Pfft!"

The blade sliced open his neck, and Chang Xingrong suddenly felt his whole body begin to turn cold, and his breathing began to quicken.

But just as he welcomed death, Zhang Cheng spoke softly: "Don't worry, even if you die, your sons won't escape, because I will kill them all with my own hands."

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Chang Xingrong seemed to want to say something, but blood kept overflowing from his throat, unable to speak at all.

Looking at Chang Xingrong's struggling appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled: "Despair? Despair is right, because this is the true process of welcoming death!"

Looking coldly at Chang Xingrong, Zhang Cheng held the dripping dagger, his eyes full of mockery.

In helpless struggling, Chang Xingrong lowered his head hysterically.

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Because if there was regret, he would rather accept judgment than meet such a madman!

However, everything was too late, just like that song by the God of Songs, looking back is too difficult!

Humming a little tune, Zhang Cheng silently turned around and packed up his things.

However, he left the confession on the table, then turned and left.

As for the talk about killing Chang Xingrong's sons, Zhang Cheng was just joking; he wanted the other party to live in torment even if they died.

Two days later, in the early morning, when Zhang Cheng arrived at the Capital, the landline at home rang.

Holding the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at the unknown caller ID and immediately spoke: "Zhang Cheng!"

"The murderer has been found, but he's dead!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Wu Guangqi's voice became serious.

And hearing Wu Guangqi say this, Zhang Cheng "pretended" to be surprised: "What? Dead?"

"He was tortured to death!"

Speaking of this, Wu Guangqi also felt his scalp tingle, because even as a veteran police detective of many years, he had never seen Chang Xingrong in such a state.

The other party seemed to treat torture as a game, stubbornly killing Chang Xingrong only at the very end!

"Can the chain of evidence be pieced together?"

Asking Wu Guangqi, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak up.

"He left a confession before he died, and another murderer left it behind, as if in revenge!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Wu Guangqi said: "Do you have time? Come over here, help your uncle with a favor!"

"Ah, come over again?"

Hearing Wu Guangqi say this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be speechless, because wasn't that just catching himself?

"This guy is even more dangerous than the murderer, because after examination, Chang Xingrong was kept in a conscious state before he died, so this person is the true madman!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Wu Guangqi couldn't help but become serious.

And hearing Wu Guangqi's words, Zhang Cheng became confused, because if he was a madman, then what were these normal people?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 563 =====