The first time I saw Jia Fuyu, a bald, fat faced middle-aged man, he didn't have the kind of handsome, lewd, little eyes that he thought were revealing a disgusting smile.

"what do you mean! Die and bring me here? "

it's early in the morning when I walk to the suburb. Everything is gray. Standing in the empty and abandoned factory, Jia Fu, with a black bag on his head, is not willing to cry.

"what do you shout!"

drag the bag off his head and Guo Xihao looks at Jia Fuyu and says.

although Jia Fuyu's mouth is not blocked, his hands and feet are still tied up....