Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

call--

call--

call--

The panting sound filled his ears like a tide. He was dazed for a moment with the illusion that he was drowning, and then he blinked even harder.

But all that was left was darkness.

No matter how many times or how hard you blink, it won't change anything.

So he began to try to make sounds.

"what……"

His throat was hoarse and dry, but he could still speak normally: "Is there... anyone? Is there anyone? Where is this? Is there anyone?!!"

As the sound grew louder, my drowsy mind seemed to clear up.

When his body regained consciousness, he tried to reach for the bed, but when he raised his hand, there was a loud bang.

Wen Rong hissed and pulled his hand back to his chest, but before he could even show an expression of pain, his eyes widened in horror and his whole body froze.

"Where... is this place? Is there anyone here? Is there anyone here?! Who is it? Who did this? Get out here!!"

He raised his hand and pounded on the barrier in the darkness, making it bang.

Not to mention the top - the left - the right - the bottom.

In such a cramped and dark space where he couldn't even stretch his arms, Wen Rong stared with a pair of confused and gradually frightened eyes, remembering the whole story.

——He was supposed to take a car back to the manor. Before getting in the car, he put on a good performance in front of the camera. It was a performance he had rehearsed countless times in the police station. He believed that at least half of the people who saw the video would sympathize with and trust him. He still had plenty of time to plan what would happen next - how to completely exonerate himself, how to bite back, how to return to Wen's Group with a clean slate and sit on the throne he had finally ascended after so much difficulty.

How to trample that unfilial son who deserves to be cut into pieces into the mud and torture him well——

This is all just beginning.

But then what happened? What happened when he was imagining this future? Why can't he remember anything at all?

Was there a car accident? Was he seriously injured and blind?

A pair of eyes in the darkness were blinking desperately - or, or, someone had done something to him? If someone had done it to him, who could it be?

The young lawyer who got in the car with him? He was the only one who had the chance to do it. Was it ether?

Who does he belong to?

who is it……

The most important thing is where is this place... Why is it so narrow, so dark, and so hard...

Why is there no sound at all?

……

The roar in that voice became louder and louder, and more and more filled with hysterical fear.

"Where is this place? Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? Is it for money? I have money, I have plenty of money... I..."

"Open the door, open the door, open the door for me!"

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

"It's Wen Can... It's Wen Can, right? It's you, right? I know it's you, it must be you - are you very dissatisfied with the police's handling of the matter? It's okay, Dad can have a good talk with you. There are too many misunderstandings between us. Give Dad some time, Dad will explain it to you. Let Dad out first - where is this place? Wen Can! Wen Can! Don't be impulsive, listen to Dad... Wen Can! Wen Can! Let me out! Let me out!"

"What time is it now? It's wrong for you to do this. You're breaking the law, you know that?!"

"Let me out! Let me out! Are you crazy? Do you want to die? How dare you do this to me? What do you want to do? Do you want to kill me and drive me crazy?! Do you think you can make me confess this way? You are forcing me to confess under torture! It's useless, you know?!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

“Let me out! Let me out ah ah ah ah!!! Help, help! Is there anyone… Is there anyone who can hear me? Someone is being killed – someone is being killed here! Someone is being killed here!!! Help!!!”

……

……

"Help me..."

The hoarse shouting that could no longer be heard continued, and the pounding sounds became weaker, and finally at a certain moment, turned into a harsh scratching sound.

But this sound couldn't even reach Wen Rong's ears.

He was just mechanically asking for help: "Help me... I, I have a lot of money... Can someone let me out... I, I will give you all my money... Help me..."

It was as if the vocal cords had countless bloody holes and the cries for help were intermittent, like a ghost floating in the darkness.

In the darkness, an almost silent "scream" was heard.

Something was rubbing against each other, and then a spark of fire lit up.

The faint firefly-like flame transitions to a cigarette with one breath.

During these few brief seconds, the tip of the straight nose and the thin lips holding a cigarette were illuminated. The drooping eyelashes cast a thick shadow on the face, and the eyes were not visible.

The next second the flame went out and his features were once again submerged in darkness.

The spark from the cigarette couldn't illuminate his face.

Only when he put the cigarette aside between his fingers could he vaguely see the glass filled with wine.

"...Help..."

Squeak—bang—

"Help……"

"Wen Can...it's you...Dad was wrong..."

Bang——Ziz——

As the cries for help and scratching became increasingly hoarse, the shadow sank into the darkness and slowly finished a pack of cigarettes indifferently.

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call--

call--

"what!!!"

Wen Rong woke up suddenly, then pressed his swollen and painful throat, revealing a distorted and painful expression amid the rustling sound.

After two coughs, he suddenly froze from head to toe.

In the dim yellow light, he turned his head slowly - a familiar house.

The walls are covered with murals, puzzles, and various posters.

The floor was covered with mats, on which were scattered all kinds of toys, including racing cars, ship models, and unfinished handmade building blocks...

The light cast deep and light shadows on the floor mat, and he also saw the shadow of himself sitting on the bed on the curtains - connected to the shadow was a long chain in his hand.

He looked down suddenly, and when he raised his hands there was a rattling sound - the source of the sound was the iron chain on his wrist.

——He was tied to the bed with something like a dog chain!

Before the humiliating anger could burst out, a faint voice that made his scalp tingle came through the air, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

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"Morning, daddy."

-

Wen Rong froze again.

He was like a ridiculous robot on the verge of being scrapped. He could almost hear the sound of his own joints rubbing against each other as he raised his head with a creaking sound.

-

Wen Can was sitting right in front of him.

The black suit was casually draped over his shoulders, the shirt underneath was wrinkled, with three buttons unbuttoned, and the sleeves were messily rolled up to his forearms. He looked extremely unkempt, just like when he had pretended to be disabled and decadent before.

No, with the cigarette between his fingers and the indescribable smile under his messy hair - he was much more gloomy and decadent at this moment than he was then.

Under Wen Rong's dull gaze, Wen Can raised the hand holding the cigarette and greeted him.

"Did you sleep well? Did you have a good dream?"

-

His shadow was also cast on the wall, a twisted and dark mass, like a giant ferocious beast opening its eyes at its prey in a gloomy cave.

Wen Rong looked at the smiling face, and a chill rushed up from deep in his bones like an electric current, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.