Pull the drawer under the closet with two handcuffs and ropes.There are also various styles of leather bondage clothing.Murong Yuchuan pulled out a look, similar to the one seen in the A film.There are some dry water stains on the thongs of the restraint clothing.Don’t even know what it is.

"This guy's life is so rich."Murong Yuchuan grinned.But I can't help but think of Mei Naiko, I don't know if she wears this dress is appropriate?However, Murong Yuchuan did not want to bring these things back to the collection, and it is not known how much Neisseria on it.

Under the pile of bondage clothes and rope, Murong Yuchuan found several newspapers.He pulled out, the C City Daily.In 2011, on the August 17th edition, front-page headlines reported the news of Li Shuzhen's murder, accompanied by photos of McDonald's restaurant in the scene of the crime.Next is the August 19th edition, August 20th edition... a series of case tracking reports.Until the August 21 edition, it was reported that Chen Mengyao was found in the bell tower.

Murong Yuchuan handed the newspaper to Cao Qing, Cao Qing looked at it, and his breath immediately rushed up.

Murong Yuchuan looked at the room again.Then he knelt on the carpet and looked under the bed, stretching his arms and pulled out a 10-liter pure water bottle from the inside, with the liquid inside slightly yellowing.

Certainly not drinking.

Murong Yuchuan unscrupled the bottle cap, and a irritating chemical smell immediately filled the room.

“What thing?”Cao Qing covered his nose and asked.

“Sodium hypochlorite.That is, bleaching agent.”

Murong Yuchuan suddenly stood up and walked over to Cao Qing, looking down at the carpet, Cao Qing did not know what he was going to do.I looked at him suspiciously.

Murong Yuchuan squatted down, raised the edge of the carpet, rolled over to the other end.

Beneath the carpet were wooden floors, and the yellow paint was still bright because the carpet was covered.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing almost simultaneously saw the four small iron rings on the floor.The distance between the iron rings is enough for a person to lie in a large shape.

A strong shock in the heart of Murong Yuchuan.

Neither of him nor Cao Qing spoke, but the rushing heartbeat seemed to be able to hear each other.

Nervous.

And excited.

The only problem is that the owner doesn’t know where to go.

Or, for two people, a blessing.

Murong Yuchuan patiently checked the floor and iron rings.He pulled a small piece from the floor with a knife and wrapped it in a face towel paper bag into his pocket.Then, gently rub on the floor with a face towel paper, pick it up, and face the light, you can see the stains soaked with grease.

Who can imagine that in a highly civilized, densely built-in metropolis with human heads, there would be such a remote and dark corner hidden.A helpless life was struggling here.

Here she lost all her dignity as a human being.Loss of freedom.Loss of emotion.Loss of thinking.All that remains is the physical shuddering body to the endless torture.

She was treated as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and as a domestic animal that succumbed to her fate.

Now that life has disappeared from this world, lying in the cold iron box of the corpse.Soon, it will turn into white.Her parents may still have sorrow in their lifetime.Her friends, the boys who had pursued her, the people she knew, had a name in their respective social networks, integrated into society, and continued to live.

It was as if everything had never appeared.Including the joy of the girl who was once, the pain of the past.