It was unclear how much time had passed before the man snapped back to reality.
At this moment, he looked at the empty private room and then at the spot where Ming Li had just disappeared. He swallowed hard with difficulty, thinking of the alarm call he had made earlier. His eyes hardened, and he got up, intending to flee.
Why should he run? Because he was truly a murderer, a genuine one at that. If nothing unexpected happened, the police would arrive soon. Wasn't it better to run than to stay and celebrate the new year?
"Squeak—"
The door was pushed open. The man, facing a large contingent of police officers, fell into a prolonged silence...
...
...
When Liu Ting opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on an operating table, his hands and feet bound. The surgical lights overhead were so bright he couldn't open his eyes.
Liu Ting turned his head and immediately saw a figure busy working beside him.
"What exactly do you want to do!"
Hearing the voice from behind him, Ming Li raised an eyebrow. She casually injected an unknown drug she held into a small bottle in front of her, then continued to inject substances from the bottles and jars in front of her into that small bottle.
In the space, the system, witnessing this scene, silently hugged its little candles, feeling that its current host was becoming more and more dangerous...
On the operating table, seeing that Ming Li was ignoring him, Liu Ting frowned. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, but the next second, he froze.
Wasn't this his secret laboratory? How did this woman know about it?
A sense of immense crisis instantly enveloped Liu Ting.
Suddenly, a measured set of footsteps sounded in Liu Ting's ears. He subconsciously turned his head to look and saw Ming Li, her expression blank, walking towards him.
Looking at the syringe in Ming Li's hand, which was thicker than his wrist, Liu Ting suddenly panicked. "What do you want, you crazy woman!"
Hearing this, Ming Li's eyes darkened. She directly took the syringe and plunged it into Liu Ting, then roughly injected the unknown drug inside into his body.
In the space, the system silently lit a candle for the male lead. Who else could he have provoked, but to provoke its host. This was self-destruction without even trying. With this injection, even if his halo was powerful, it would be useless.
As expected, the next second, the system saw the male lead start to foam at the mouth violently. After foaming for several tens of minutes, he began to vomit blood...
Seeing this, Ming Li casually burned the syringe in her hand and turned to leave the secret laboratory.
Not long after she left, a group of fully armed police officers rushed in.
Looking at the unconscious man on the operating table and the large pool of blood on the floor, the group of people was stunned.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahaha—"
While everyone was still stunned, the man on the operating table suddenly burst into frenzied laughter.
After an unknown duration of laughter, the man's laughter suddenly ceased.
Seeing this.
Everyone frowned. The leading officer tightened his grip on his gun and slowly leaned closer.
Two seconds later, the officer looked utterly bewildered. "He... he's dead?"
Everyone, "......?"
Soon, a forensic doctor arrived to examine the body.
Half an hour later, the forensic doctor, looking at the examination results, was completely bewildered. "He... died of laughter? How is that possible?"
On the other side.
The system, having watched the entire process through the system's display screen, was speechless... As expected, it's best not to provoke its host...