Red high heels

Lv Zhishu and Huang Zhilong looked at each other, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

The upper echelons have been cutting ties with the hit after the Shanghai transmission of the Canton Tower incident.

Lu Yuzhu's pre-mortem arrangement makes it necessary for the police to investigate outside the country, where the scapegoats have already been drawn up and are waiting to be offered as sacrifices to close the case.

But who knew something so big could happen on the set of The Trial at this time.

Hu Yi was killed, his parents will surely investigate.

Huang Zhilong knew that he couldn't avoid this call, took a deep breath and suppressed the tremor in his voice: "Mr. Duan."

"Ouch, Mr. Huang." The man's satin-like elegant voice came out from the cell phone, talking as if it was a family affair, "It's been a long time since I've received a call from Mr. Huang, look, I couldn't help but call you myself."

"Mr. Duan, what are you talking about?"

The man laughed, "I miss you. I want to greet you. I don't know these days, Mr. Huang, do you sleep well?"

Huang Zhilong had just been in a verbal sparring match with Lv Zhishu, but now beads of sweat were already appearing on his forehead: "I ......"

"I've heard that you're taking a break from filming... Tch, it's not easy for a day-to-day producer to get a chance to take a break. I guess you should sleep till three every day to enjoy this rare vacation."

"......"

Mr. Duan smiled, his tone suddenly changed: "Unfortunately, Mr. Huang slept well, but I slept not so peacefully. Do you know why?"

Huang Zhilong: "Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan is joking. After such an incident, I simply can't sleep or eat well, and have been trying to find a solution ......."

Mr. Duan snorted, ''Oh? You also know that something has happened. I thought you were on vacation on some island doing spa again, and you didn't even call after so long, and I had to look for you personally."

"Hugs......Sorry, I'm really stretched......"

"You don't have to apologize. "Mr. Duan is still slow, no joy or anger can be heard in his voice. "Mr. Huang is a big boss nowadays, and it's right not to tell me about some business matters. I'm not interested in asking. It's just that I don't know who Mr. Huang has offended, and the other party wants to kill a person with a prominent family in your territory."

Mr. Duan paused for a moment, "I heard that it almost cost me a blood compulsion."

"Mr. Duan ...... we have always been honest with each other, I don't have any business of deceiving you." Huang Zhilong's nose was dripping down with oily sweat, "My annual accounts are clear with you ...... and even the information of all the employees under my hand is backed up at your place, you shouldn't suspect me."

"Talk about skeptical." The other party languidly, "Just puzzled. This man, for no reason at all, was immersed in a solution chamber like a movie prop. To cause a tragic death in such a hunted manner, I can't assume that it's someone else simply trying to kill off a movie project."

"Yes ...... yes ...... but I really don't know what people I have offended ......" Huang Zhilong The cigar in his hand was burning, "I really ...... can't figure out why this is happening myself."

Mr. Duan smiled, "You don't have to be so nervous."

Huang Zhilong wipes the sweat.

"In fact, if we're talking about seniority, you've been with the organization even before I took over this chair. It's the organization's old patriarch." General Duan calmly said, "Since you said so, I'm suspicious of people, I won't be suspicious of you."

Huang Zhilong breathed a small sigh of relief.

Mr. Duan: "But you have to know that Surname Hu is not a light that can be saved. If you let them find out something more in the course of investigating this murder, the consequences should be clear to you, you don't need me to say more."

"Yes, it is ......"

"Though right now the murderer who dared to kill under your nose is still clueless, and you and I aren't sure of his ultimate goal. But caution is the better part of valor. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes ......"

General Manager Duan said, "Good. Then what should be done in a hurry and what shouldn't be done anymore should be very clear in your heart. That's all I have to say."

"Don't leave each other too much time to cheat and wipe the slate clean before it's too late."

Huang Zhilong answered again repeatedly before hanging up the phone.

The moment the phone went out, I don't know if it was because the light source of the screen disappeared, Huang Zhilong's loose white face looked very gloomy.

Lv Zhishu leans against the wall, "Let's hope you're telling the truth today."

Huang Zhilong grimaced and smiled, his eyes bulging with nervousness, which made his originally good-looking face somewhat indescribably distorted.

"What I said, not a word of it was false."

After Lv Zhishu left, Huang Zhilong sat down on a chair and covered his eyes with his elbow.

In fact, killing is not scary to these people. They are all bloodthirsty, human-faced people.

The scary thing was that they were now completely unaware of the other party's bottom line.

To be able to do such a thing shows that the other party's means are no less than those of their organization, and locking the murder target on Hu Yi also proves that the other party's status is likely to be very high, so high that, if by any chance, they wouldn't put Hu's father and mother in their eyes.

When did he ever offend such a person?

Huang Zhilong couldn't think of anything else, and he began to wonder about each and every one of the darker items.

Did some of them go wrong?

If it's really a problem with those programs, it can be even more problematic.

And - what's the other side's next step, again?

Hu Yi is dead, but Huang Zhilong hasn't forgotten that the other side still has two girls - his employees, whose whereabouts are still unknown.

Huang Zhilong has always regarded these people with no status and no background as grass, in the past, such a girl is dead, parents pulling banners to the door of his company on their knees, he can find a way to suppress public opinion.

But for the moment, the lives of those two grasshoppers were tethered to his fate, and he had to fear for them.

Because he didn't know what kind of tricks the other side was planning to pull with those two girls.

Huang Zhilong pondered for a long time before picking up his cell phone once again and dialing a person's number: "Hello ...... Yes, hello Team Zhou. I want to ask about those two missing girls, do you have any clues?"

At this very moment.

Mystery location.

It was supposed to be a basement, the air cold and damp, breeding a bitter smell of rotting wood.

The girl snapped out of her stupor leisurely.

The moment she opened her eyes, she thought that she would be lying on a spring bed in the crew hotel, and that everything before was all a nightmare that she had been too tired for days.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

Fear was quickly filled back into her eyes.

She looked around in horror and tried to let out a scream, but realized that her mouth was completely gagged with a cloth stranglehold and she could only let out the faintest of whimpers.

She struggled hysterically like every animal that has fallen into a trap but is still alive.

She twisted her head and neck and realized she was in a one meter high cage with her hands clipped behind her back.

The girl was terrified, and she recalled all that had happened before she fainted--the

The man in the baseball cap.

The reflection of the raised stick cast behind her as she raised her cell phone to take a picture.

Inside the incubation chamber, pitch-black hair swayed like seaweed, and she fixed her eyes on--

Realizing that it was Ms. Hu who had just spoken to her not too long ago.

Soaked in a cloudy solution with dead white skin.

"Wooooooo!

Large tears trickled down the girl's face.

She was drenched in sweat and scared incontinent pee ......

Where is she?

That's where it's at!

Aside from the cage, there was a vast expanse of empty darkness all around.

Where's her friend? Where's Yang?

She stomped and kicked in desperation, twisting and swinging herself wildly in an attempt to wrench some of the ropes that bound her entire body loose.

And then--

"Missy."

Her body shuddered violently.

He jerked his head back, but all he could see was a tangle of grass in the corner of the cage.

She broke down even more, thinking that the extreme fear had made her lose her mind and hallucinate.

But the very moment she turned her head away, she heard the voice speaking again.

"Missy."

She craned her head again.

The tangle of grass moved a little.

It was then that the girl could see that there was a small child standing behind the messy pile of grass.

Very small, boy, only five or six years old.

But he wore clean, neat clothes, and his hands and feet were not bound. He did not look as if he had been captured and brought in, but as a little child who had run into the cellar to play.

The young girl's mouth let out an ah-ah scream, and tears kept flowing down her cheeks.

"Hush, Missy, don't you scream."

The boy stepped gingerly toward her, tilting his head to look at the entrance to the top hatch of the basement.

Then he moved closer to the cage, stood on his tiptoes, and slowly untied the cloth strangling the young girl's mouth.

The young girl gasped violently, breathing heavily, her lips trembling uncontrollably, her teeth clucking and knocking.

"Where am I ...... where am I ...... and who are you ...... where is Yang? Where's the sister I was with? Did you see that? What do you want ...... ah? What do you want?!"

"You keep your voice down." The boy, small but rather human, put his finger to his lips, "Don't let your aunt and uncle up there hear you're awake."

"......"

Perhaps there was no malice in the boy, and the young girl did not utter a word, but it might have been that she was too frightened to speak, and her whole body shook.

The boy whispered to her through the cage, "This is the basement of a big villa. I'm just a kid, I don't know what those grown-ups who come here do, but I've seen them do bad things."

"Do, do bad things?" The young girl shuddered, "...... is ...... what bad thing?"

The little boy didn't say anything and shook his head.

Teenage girl: "So...did you see that sister ...... who was captured with me?"

"See."

"Where is she?"

The little boy pointed to the soles of his feet.

"Downstairs?"

"In the sewer pipe."

"......!!!"

Little Boy: "She's dead."

"I didn't get to save her in time to figure out what to do for her. We have things like that here all the time, and the adults told me to stay out of it." The little boy was talking to the young girl with an unnatural sanity.

As anachronistic as it may be, the human brain is just so out of control sometimes.

The young girl had inexplicably thought for a moment of a photograph--the

It was at Auschwitz in World War II, and a German boy was walking down the main road with a bland look and a calm gaze, while right next to the road he was passing through, a large number of bodies of Jewish refugees were piled up.

The little boy's heart felt like it had gone blind and numb, and without any sense of the shock of life and death, he just took it for granted ......

And it was as if the boy in front of him was the same.

The young girl's heart is frightened, already the soul is not attached to the body, shivering for a long time, only barely salvaged from between the throats of their own desolate voice: "Little brother ... you ...... you let me out, okay? Please ...... I beg you ...... I beg you ...... I'm the only daughter in my family ...... My mom and dad ...... My mom and dad ......"

She was shaking so hard her teeth cackled and knocked.

"My parents are going to fall apart ......! Please ...... do something ......"

"Don't you be afraid." The boy said softly, "I just came here to try to save you, they arrest a lot of people and sometimes they forget ...... themselves so I sneak a few away. They haven't suspected me until now, because I'm just a little kid."

The boy said, pulling out a small door lock and began to focus on opening the door for the young girl with his head down.

"Sister, this basement, there's a pathway connected to it, you escape forward. Oh yes, remember to take this, this is the big drawing of the villa. I've marked out the safest path toward the exit for you on it."

The young girl was too busy to take it, the excessive shock taking away her ability to think calmly.

She wasn't able to realize how out of character what was happening now was.

All she could think about was the word escape, swelling enough to squeeze out any shred of rationality. She clutched the drawings in her hand in a rush and glanced gratefully toward the little boy.

"Thank you...thank you ......"

The little boy smiled dutifully with his hands behind his back, "It's okay sis, go on."

The young girl stumbled and fled, losing a shoe in the process, and the boy just stood by the cage, watching her figure go away until she disappeared into the deep darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but the upper basement trapdoor gave a creak.

A warm yellow light shines down and there's a Guan Jia look-alike going down into the basement.

Guan Jia walks over to the boy.

But unlike what the boy had said, Guan Jia was not his father, and instead gave him a respectful salute.

"The game is all set up. The players have followed the drawings and walked to the monitor."

The boy grinned, "Go up and play the game then."

He said, following Guan Jia up and out of the dark basement.

The basement trapdoor is carved and painted with a cat playing with its prey-

The thrill of a cat kill is not in enjoying the death of its prey.

And enjoying the fear of their prey before they die.

The boy stepped inside the lighted hall--

There was plenty of light now, and his face and dress became very clear - a very good-looking boy, one might even, call it stunning.

The boy was dressed in clean attire, but very eerily ...... his feet.

On his tiny feet, he was actually wearing a pair of custom-made, pocket-sized red high heels!

It's a really sick way to put together a five or six year old boy with a pair of extremely adult, but downsized, women's high heels.

The little boy came to the lobby coffee table on his heels, his eyes flickering to the image cast on the wall by the big screen.

The young girl he had just let go had been slimly projected onto the screen. The girl in the picture had walked into a maze of complicated paths, with vivid tension and fear piled up on her face.

The boy watched with interest for a moment, walked over, stared at the screen, and picked up a psp-like device on the table.

He grinned, and his boyish little hand nodded - "Game on."