Chapter 107

[Honesty comes first] A question mark floated in the live broadcast room.

"?"

"???"

"?????"

"What the fuck?!"

"What kind of operation is this?! What do you want to do, liar!"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him carefully up and down. His expression was solemn and solemn, as if he didn't pay attention to Fang's nakedness at all. With a kind of concentration and rigor that seemed like scientific research, he swept over Fang's face inch by inch.

Body.

He sighed:

"The white jade has slight flaws and beautiful feet."

"..."

The woman was startled, lowered her head subconsciously, and looked at herself.

"Your skin is in very good condition, fair and smooth, with no wrinkles. Your figure is well maintained, with beautiful curves and no fat. It is obvious that you are quite accomplished in skin care."

Like a senior beauty expert, Wen Jianyan commented carefully and carefully, praising Fang both inside and outside his words. Then, the conversation suddenly changed:

"But no matter how careful a person is, sometimes they will overlook some small details."

Based on Fang Gang's appearance and the questions he asked, it is obvious that he has independent intelligence and communication skills.

Wen Jianyan stared at the woman in the distance, and little by little, she guided Fang into her own rhythm with her voice and color.

There are many versions of the story of "Bloody Mary". According to previous clues, it is obvious which version this project adopts. This "Bloody Mary" is the massacre woman who soaked her body in blood just to seek old age and beauty.

The Duchess.

Her massacre was not for perverted pleasure, on the contrary, this Lady Mary was an absolute realist.

Massacre is the end, but the means.

What she truly loves and wants at all costs is eternal beauty and youth.

To master a person's desires is to master a person's weaknesses.

And this is exactly Wen Jianyan's job.

"What?"

Fang asked in a controlled manner.

"I would like to ask..."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes with a sly look in his eyes: "Do you usually lie on your back in the bathtub to soak your skin?"

Based on the state of the corpse just now, his guess should be accurate with at least 70% to 80% accuracy.

Even if he guesses wrong, he has a way to come back.

The woman was stunned, completely unaware that she was being led away by Fang without realizing it:

"It's true."

Great, I took the bait.

"As expected."

Wen Jianyan nodded solemnly and sighed slowly.

"What do you mean?" The woman's attitude became anxious. She stared closely at Nian in front of her. She was intrigued by Fang Shangxia's attitude and asked consciously: "What happened?"

Wen briefly glanced at the time countdown above his head.

【02:03】

Minutes left.

Wen Jianyan spoke eloquently with a changed expression:

"With your soaking posture, you always press a small piece of skin on the back of your neck, right? Over time, it will only make that piece of skin rough, and your posture will be affected, and your neck will tilt forward slightly.

"

Following Wen Jianyan's words, the woman stretched out her soft and slender fingers and touched the back of her neck in a controlled manner.

Wen simply moved a few steps to the side and pointed at the mirror.

"I believe you can look in the mirror and feel it?"

While the woman turned to look in the mirror, Wen Jianyan moved towards the bathtub again.

As he moved, he said erotically:

"Yes, this is reversible. If you are willing, I can tell you how to improve it..."

"real?!"

Mary's eyes lit up and she turned to look at Nian in front of her.

"Of course, these are my family's secret secrets..."

Wen Jianyan was fooling around with a different look on his face, while he carefully looked at the blood in the bathtub out of the corner of his eye.

He had realized from just now that although the bathtub was filled with a basin full of blood, there was no smell of blood in the room. Combined with what he had just seen in the dressing table mirror, he could definitely see that there was a lot of blood in the bathtub.

The thing inside was definitely blood, but densely packed things that looked like frog eggs.

However, the color of the mucus is not the same as the memory...

"First raise your left hand, hold the right side of your neck, and turn your head -"

Wen Jianyan babbled casually and took a small step towards the bathtub again.

Sniff a familiar scent through your nose.

...It's greasy, like melted fat.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously looked at the mirror inside the dressing table. In the bathtub, those crowded frog eggs were squirming in the light yellow sticky liquid.

He skipped the first task, so there was no blood in the tub.

Instead, it is another kind of "liquid" in the human body——

grease.

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up slightly.

Look.

The copy will set him up for death.

Since he is allowed to use props, it means that there must be a way to solve this side task using props, and there must be hope in a seemingly hopeless situation.

"..."

Since when did Fang's voice disappear?

Mary couldn't help but feel a little impatient: "Why are you continuing? What's next?"

"Chu".

Suddenly, a thin friction sound sounded from behind, echoing in the narrow and closed room, making people nervous inexplicably.

The woman's pupils shrank and she suddenly turned her head to look behind her.

Since when did Nian Dao move to the bathtub? He stood there tall and straight, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, holding a match between his fair and slender fingertips, and the golden-red flames danced on his fingertips and in his eyes.

.

His fingertips relaxed.

The burning matches were swirling in the air and falling slowly, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

"————"

A shrill scream escaped from the woman's throat, like sharp nails scratching the wall. Her originally beautiful face became twisted and ferocious, and she rushed towards Wen Jianyan.

But she was still a step too late.

The burning match touched her fingertips and fell lightly into the huge bathtub.

At that moment, everything seemed to freeze.

The next second, there was only a "boom" sound, and the entire bathtub suddenly burst into flames! The golden-red flames jumped several feet high and spread directly to the woman's body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-!"

The shrill screams echoed, as if filled with resentment and anger.

Like a video tape with broken frames, the scene in front of me switches rapidly.

One moment it was full of grease, frog eggs crackling and popping under the high temperature, and the other moment it was a pool full of boiling blood.
To be continued...