沈凌：“你又犯什么病了！”                                                                                “出来！实行另一个方案。”他觉得进入这个包间，便是对苏韵的一种亵渎，而那些人，他不看也罢了，看了后，他不保证会当时就要了他们的命。                                                                                十分钟后，沈凌在会所门口找到蒋慕承，“你耍我玩呢！”                                                                                蒋慕承还在抽烟：“我怕脏了我的眼。”                                                                                沈凌冷哼一声。                                                                                “袁峰玩残了多少小姑娘？”                                                                                沈凌也摸了烟出来点上，“谁知道呢。他们不仅在会所玩，还租了公寓，聚众淫.乱，当初苏韵就被逼的去那里，若不是苏韵当时发了信息给我求救，大概你今天见到的就是一个堕落的她。”                                                                                蒋慕承把未抽完的半根烟直接攥在手心，那种灼热疼痛感钻心。                                                                                烟头熄灭，他说：“走吧。”                                                                                沈凌以为他要回去，没发现他又朝着会所的大门走去。                                                                                “诶，走反了！”                                                                                蒋慕承头也没回：“你先回吧，我把袁峰的手废了再说。”                                                                                (此处省略一千字左右的黑.暗暴.力描写。)                                                                                半个小时后，蒋慕承在洗手间洗了三遍手，这才走出会所。