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

After a long and strange silence, Wen Rong spoke.

"Ah, Can...what are you doing?"

He used his hoarse throat to carefully speak in a fatherly voice full of tolerance and understanding: "I know you have many misunderstandings about me, but no matter what, you can't do such a thing, right? You are not that kind of child..."

"..."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Wen Can slowly took the last puff of his cigarette and extinguished the spark in the ashes.

Through the wisps of white smoke, Wen Rong looked at his vaguely visible face, and with his scalp tingling, he once again clearly felt the sense of strangeness.

This son, who had clearly grown up under his nose, seemed to have completely become a different person at some point.

Wen Can raised his head.

Without saying anything, he looked at Wen Rong carefully, then tilted his neck a little and said with an indescribable teasing, "You've lost weight."

He sighed and said, "It's become much uglier, like a skeleton, so ugly."

"..."

Wen Rong's mouth twitched stiffly: "Yes, yes, after all, the food in there is not that good, and Dad is very worried about your condition, so I can't eat or sleep well... I, I knew you would misunderstand Dad, fortunately Dad is out now, and I have a chance to explain to you..."

As he spoke incoherently, Wen Can pressed his temple and said, "Do you know where this place is?"

"..."

Wen Rong froze in discomfort after being interrupted. It took him a long while to look around: "This place is... it does look familiar... is it where we lived before? I have some impression... let me think..."

His eyes swept across every inch of the corner, and finally he suddenly realized and showed an ecstatic expression: "This is our craft room! I remember! I remember! Dad made a lot of crafts for you here! Isn't it? That ship - that one!"

He raised his hands and pointed impatiently at the ship model on the table in the corner: "That's what Dad made for you!"

He pretended to be relieved, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing on his face: "So this is the place, A-Chan... Do you miss your childhood too? Dad is the same as you. Over the years, Dad has always thought, how great it would be if time could go back to the past. But it's not too late now. We father and son will have a lot of time to spend together in the future. When we get out of here, Dad will definitely..."

"I have some puzzle pieces here and I'd like you to help me put them together."

"..."

Wen Can motioned him to look at the bed: "It's right in front of you."

"..."

Wen Rong mechanically lowered his head and saw a flat rectangular box placed on the quilt with a familiar face printed on it.

——His hand twitched reflexively.

——That is Chi Wandao’s face.

The young and cheerful Chi Wandao is making the scissors hand gesture to the camera in the sunshine.

Vividly reflected in his pupils.

The veins on Wen Rong's fingers bulged as he barely resisted the urge to throw it away.

He moved his mouth, put on a stiff smile and raised his head to face Wen Can: "Ah... A Can, Dad is very hungry and tired now, and his brain can't think. How about you let Dad go first and let Dad go out to drink some water and eat? After that, Dad will fight for you. Whatever you want Dad to fight, no matter how much..."

"spell."

Wen Can raised his chin and uttered only this one word.

"..."

Wen Can just stood there.

He only felt that every inch of his muscles and every cell were twisted, trembling and shaking.

——Wen Can didn’t listen to him at all.

Those eyes looked at him, but they were empty.

Wen Rong spent a long time trying to suppress the trembling of fear. He slowly smiled soothingly: "But the bed is uneven, it's not easy to put it together. Can you let Dad go under the bed to do it? Have you forgotten that we always did puzzles on the floor mat before, as handicrafts? Let Dad go first, he doesn't know how to..."

"You can get out of bed."

Wen Can glanced at him, picked up the unopened red wine on the table, and started opening it on his own.

The old wooden chair he was sitting on made a slight creaking sound.

Wen Rongze held his breath and looked away, carefully observing the chain in his hand, then moved it tentatively - it was indeed of a certain length, and the source of the chain passed through the bed board, and he didn't know where it was caught.

He swallowed hard with a bloody throat, carefully took the box and lifted the quilt, then got out of bed on the side near the door.

slam-la-

Amid the humiliating sound of chains, he glanced at Wen Can from the corner of his eye and walked slowly on the mat: "I guess it's been a long time since we've been to this room? Alas...time really passes by..."

One step, two steps, three steps——

Adrenaline surged, and the suppressed tension suddenly erupted at a certain moment. Wen Rong rushed to the door like a trapped beast about to break out of a cage, held the handle and twisted it violently -

Twist it open!

He opened the door, causing a loud gust of wind.

……

The ecstasy that was almost like tears was forced onto the face as if by glue, gradually revealing a horrifying distortion.

The heavy breathing sounded again, hitting the nearby concrete wall, and then rebounding onto his face.

There was the sound of rushing water behind him.

It was Wen Can who was concentrating on pouring wine into the glass.

He didn't even look at him, and said absentmindedly: "Why are you running? If you want to exercise, you can do high leg raises on the spot."

"..."

Wen Rong let go of the door handle.

In front of the gray concrete wall, he slowly turned around like a zombie, revealing a zombie-like pale face. He stared at Wen Can dully and asked from his throat: "What on earth do you want to do?"

He lifted his legs heavily: "Where is the door?"

His eyes swept across the room, finally fixing on the window with the curtains closed.

He quickened his pace, used all four limbs to crawl over the bed, and stumbled towards the window again.

The curtains were pulled aside by the violent body, and his hand almost slammed on the glass, with a bang -

The glass shattered and instantly pierced Wen Rong's hand, but he showed an ecstatic expression.

——There was nothing behind the glass, and his hands felt cool, which meant that there was no concrete wall outside the window, but maybe it was outside! He could ask for help!!!

Wen Rong hurriedly pulled away the curtain that was stuck to his face, and suddenly raised his head with a smile.

-

A cool breeze hits my face.

The dim light coming through the window projected onto the "outside", vaguely reflecting an empty room.

There is no "outdoors".

Outside the window is another room.

Dark, eerie, and closed.

All I could see with the help of the light were the photos of all sizes hanging on the walls.

Photo of Pool Machete.

And in the middle of this empty room filled with photos, there is...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Before he realized what the long object was, Wen Rong had already bounced back from the window with a scream. He fell to the ground due to exhaustion from fear, but he still tried his best to shrink back until his back hit the edge of the bed.

The screaming continued for a long time before he stood up staggeringly amid the buzzing sound.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

He turned to Wen Can, walked forward with dull eyes: "What do you want to do? Do you want to force me to death? Wen Can, are you crazy? How could you do such a thing? Do you think you can force me to admit something by doing this? Really? Do you think you can make me bow to you and be afraid of you? I won't, Wen Can, don't dream... I won't... I'm not afraid at all... I'm not afraid at all——"

His expression twisted little by little, and when his pupils shrank to the extreme, he finally rushed towards Wen Can: "You beast! You bastard! Let me out!!!"

The rattling sound of the chains finally led to a loud clanging sound.

The five fingers that were stretched out ferociously had bulging veins and protruding joints, as if he wanted to turn every finger and every nail into a blade and a weapon and exerted his strength to the limit - but he could only hover within a short distance of the face.

Wen Can lowered his eyelids and looked at the hand in front of him.

The chain was stretched to its limit, the iron ring cutting into the flesh, almost drawing blood marks, but it could only wave through the air in vain.

At most, he only brushed the buttons of Wencan's shirt.

Wen Can leaned back, turned his head, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then uttered two more words after swallowing it -

"puzzle."

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I’m going to kill you!! I must kill you!! You beast!!!”

The dim light reflected the shadow that looked as ferocious and fierce as a monster but was locked tightly.

Under this shadow, Wen Can casually put his right ankle on his left knee, crossed his legs and poured himself another glass of wine.

Then he leaned back in his chair with the cup in his hand and looked up at the face in front of him that was constantly distorted and unrecognizable and was rushing towards him.

Amidst the continuous insults that were extremely vicious and ugly, Wen Can remained expressionless and drank leisurely.

The light occasionally illuminated his eyes as the screaming and struggling figures appeared.

Quiet, eerie, and empty.