The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chapter 504: Zhou Hao sneaks into the ogre's lair

The moonlight shone through the iron window lattice late at night. Jian Yi was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a bath towel, while Su Yang was still pacing back and forth by the window.

"Aren't you sleepy? Do you want to come up and sleep for a while?" Jian Yi asked softly.

Su Yang shook his head and said, "You sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa." He bent down and pulled over the thin blanket draped over the back of the chair and casually spread it on the sofa.

Jian Yi bit her lower lip, "That sofa is too hard, the springs are uncomfortable..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, but her cheeks were inexplicably hot, "And... and the bed is so big, we..." She choked before she could finish her words, and her ears turned red.

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes away, "There are differences between men and women, we can't sleep together." He turned around and sat on the sofa, wrapped himself in a blanket, "I'll keep an eye on it, in case anything happens..."

"But the injuries on your body..." Jian Yi interrupted him, "You can't rest well if you sleep on the sofa."

The room fell into a brief silence. Su Yang stared at the ceiling and thought to himself, sister, you are so generous. We only have a bath towel on us right now.

You are a delicate and pretty girl, and I am a hot-blooded man, yet you still insist on sharing your bed with me.

Which cadre can withstand such a test?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jian Yi simply walked over and pulled the blanket off him: "Don't be stubborn, come up. I'll sleep on the outside and you lean against the wall, is that okay?"

Su Yang's ears instantly turned red, and he shrank back into the sofa in panic: "No, no! We are alone..."

Before he could finish his words, Jian Yi had already thrown the blanket over his face and stammered in defense:

"You, don't let your imagination run wild! I was just... just too scared! Those ogres didn't even treat me as a human being. I thought I was dead this time. If I hadn't met you..."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she kept rubbing the edge of her bath towel with her fingertips, "I... I just want to be closer to you. Only when you are by my side, I can... I can sleep more peacefully."

The 18-year-old boy couldn't stand the girl's red eyes saying these things, his ears were burning and almost smoking. He grabbed the blanket and wiped his face carelessly, muttering: "Well, then it's a deal, you stay away from me!"

Jian Yi bit her lip and nodded, wrapping herself tightly in her bathrobe and climbing onto the bed. She deliberately curled herself into a small ball with her back facing Su Yang, but the hair on the back of her head still accidentally rubbed against his arm.

The scent of the girl's perfume mixed with the sweet smell of shampoo wafted over, and Su Yang quickly pulled a pillow to stand between the two of them, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Jian Yi heard his even and long breathing and was sure that Su Yang was asleep, so he secretly turned his head to take a look at him.

In the dim room, Su Yang's facial features were distinct and his eyelashes were very long and curled. Jian Yi couldn't help but get closer to look at him.

But when Su Yang approached her, he suddenly opened his eyes, frightening Jian Yi so much that he quickly retreated back, lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "I just... I just wanted to see if you were asleep."

In the early morning, the inky sky has not yet faded.

A rusty van braked suddenly in front of the small building. The moment the door was kicked open, a tall man was pushed hard and fell out of the car.

He staggered and bumped into the corner of the wall, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead from the bricks. His blood-stained hair fell down, just covering his sharp eyes that were fixed on the surroundings.

This person is none other than Zhou Hao, a police officer from the Paranormal Investigation Bureau.

These days, the cannibals are rampant, society is in turmoil, and the police have repeatedly taken action but have been frustrated. The scenes of the sacrifice of those young police officers kept flashing in his mind, which made him clench his fists, and the flame of revenge burned in his heart.

Captain Mu Yang led everyone to deal with the ogres for a long time. Although Chen Yifan's tactics of fighting violence with violence eliminated many enemies, the ogre's lair was always hidden in the depths of darkness.

Zhou Hao volunteered to sneak into the place after many disguises and adventures. He knew that this opportunity was hard-won and he had to seize it to deal a fatal blow to the ogre.

Zhou Hao fell to sit in the corner, curling his knees up in a defensive posture. The blood-stained gravel was poking at his wounds, and the pain made cold sweat run down his spine.

An ogre looked him up and down for a moment, then lifted his chin with a boning knife and said, "You look strong and capable. Can you be a laborer? Can you kill a chicken?"

Zhou Hao nodded quickly, "Yes! Please don't kill me, I will do anything!"

The ogre was very satisfied with Zhou Hao's humble attitude and dragged him through the corridor full of human skin lanterns. The smell of rotten meat and spices almost made him nauseous. He suppressed the discomfort and carefully observed the layout of the corridor and the position of the guards with his peripheral vision.

Half of the boy's body was still stuck on the kitchen anvil, maggots were swarming in the empty eye sockets, and all he had to do was stuff the minced meat into moldy sausage casings.

The finished sausages will be processed again by the ogres and put on the market through special channels, disguised as low-priced pork.

Zhou Hao took a deep breath and forced his hands not to tremble. When he reached out to take the minced meat, his fingertips touched the sticky and warm meat, and his stomach churned.

But he gritted his teeth and began to work intently, channeling his anger at the ogre and his sympathy for the victim into motivation.

He tried hard to make his movements look skilled and natural, and from time to time he looked up at the overseeing ogre, his eyes full of flattery and fear.

"Snapped--!"

The moment the blood-stained whip hit his back hard, Zhou Hao stumbled and crashed into the iron frame without any preparation.

"waste!"

The overseer ogre grabbed his hair with such force that it almost tore his scalp off. "You can't even fill your intestines evenly?"

The blood-stained whip broke through the air again, leaving new blood marks on his thigh. Zhou Hao bit his tongue and tasted the blood, remembering Mu Yang's words during training: "Pain is the best sobering agent."

He counted the number of lashes, which was his only way to keep track of time. The pain from each lash almost made him faint, but he endured it, counting silently in his mind and thinking about how to change the way he worked to avoid being beaten again.

After all, the first rule of lurking is to keep your own life.

In order to gain the ogre's trust, Zhou Hao began to take the initiative to undertake more dangerous and heavy work. When other captured laborers were unable to clean up the ogre's bloody meal scene in time.

However, he took the initiative to step forward and knelt among the internal organs and blood on the ground. Even though his hands were cut by sharp bones, he did not cry out in pain, but just lowered his head and cleaned them quickly.

He would also take the initiative to serve tea and water to the ogres when they were resting, and would not give up even if he was insulted and driven away. Gradually, the ogres began to get used to his presence, and occasionally they would reward him with a human bone to lick when they were in a good mood.

While curled up in the woodshed late at night, Zhou Hao carved a code on his palm with broken porcelain pieces. Each wound represented a key piece of information: the ogre's shift change time, warehouse layout, and transportation route.

He deliberately rubbed the wound with stove ash and allowed it to become inflamed and festered, so that even if he was searched, it would be treated as an ordinary abrasion.

The pain from his wounds made it difficult for him to fall asleep, but he endured it and repeatedly sorted out the information he had collected during the day in his mind to ensure that every detail was accurate.