Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 615

The room is at the end of the underground passage and is a

suite.

There are still sundries piled up outside, blocking the door of the room entrance.

There were no windows in this room, only some vents leading upwards, and the only access was a coffin–shaped door.

The smell inside is really not very good, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

There were more than a dozen people sitting outside, including men and women, as well as old and middle–aged people.

Everyone wore masks on their heads, and the faces behind the masks could not be seen clearly, except for those desperate eyes.

Everyone is wearing the kind of transparent raincoat that is very popular on the Internet, wrapping their bodies tightly, and wearing rubber gloves like those used in surgery.

Everyone looked at the tall and straight young man standing. in the middle.

He is wearing a tracksuit and a baseball cap, and the mask on his face is slightly different from the others. It is the image of a mermaid cartoon princess.

The image of the mermaid and the bursts of killing intent

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smudged from this young man formed a strong contrast, which was impressive.

Zion chose to wear this mask because his sister loves to read fairy tales about mermaid princesses.

Every time I finish reading this storybook, I ask him, why can’t the little mermaid live happily with the prince?

Zion couldn’t find the answer himself, so he just messed around.

At this moment, he understood that the mermaid princess and the prince could not live together because they belonged to two worlds.

It’s a pity that when he wanted to tell his sister the answer, there was a damn fire, and then his sister was lost, and lost forever.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he glanced at the people around him.

They were staggering one by one, and they did not know how much they had paid to find the child who had been separated for many years, but the most frightening thing was that although the child was found, it was a cold corpse.

Zion said in a low voice, “Have you all watched those videos?”

“Every time this pervert tortures these little girls, he will record a video. Have you watched all the videos of your children?”

It’s okay if Zion didn’t mention it, as soon as the words fell, low sobs and endless sadness came from all around.

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and didn’t push, these poor bereaved souls

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and tell them to do business, don’t patronize and cry, after all, it’s almost

and looked

distributed the weapons inside to the dozen or so people

kinds of weapons, daggers, awls, tape measures, and even spikes…

of weapon it is, make sure

1. it.

eyes to look at them and said, “From now on, you can’t do it even

you must

a mask, and after a while, go out from here in an

out,

of sobbing and even cursing from those people, wishing they could immediately rush into the closed room next

the iron door. He could even hear a muffled grunt from inside, which sounded more like a terrified call for

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go in for ten minutes, and they can use any means to relieve

collected himself, “Go in!”

าa

his mouth was gagged, and the horror in

very afraid of death, but at

and tortured alive.

he had forgotten more than ten years ago, her elder brother

was really scared, so scared that he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but now he

holding one of those bicycle locks, the old–fashioned one

unlocked, she went downstairs to

came back

face is trying to maintain a decent and elegant expression, her gray hair shows how much she has

holding the lock, and Franco struggled

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at Franco, “She was only eleven years old, she loved to laugh, and she played the piano well.”

husband divorced me. I had

dying in your hands?”

you take her away? Why!”

the lock and slammed it hard on Franco’s face. With all her strength, she only heard

woman smashed like

go in one by one, and the people inside will come out after ten minutes no matter

there was crying, and they hugged each

comfort each other.

was the sound of Franco’s violent struggle inside,

in, holding the necklace that his sister always wore, which was later

to Zion’s hands.

the smell of blood