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

call--

Wen Rong sat up suddenly - he bumped into something with a bang and fell down heavily with a muffled sound.

The severe pain made his brain seem half awake, and his eyes blinked blankly. For a long time he still couldn't confirm whether he was blind or it was still dark.

-

Wait, that's not right, why does everything seem so familiar, as if it just happened...

What just... happened?

The fingers placed at his sides moved reflexively, and the intense soreness and pain from the wound came together, making Wen Rong suddenly have the illusion that he was still piecing together the puzzle.

……

Yes, he was clearly still doing the puzzle just a moment ago!

In the dim light, under the beast's cold gaze, he kept putting the puzzle together.

But the light was bad, and his hands were injured from smashing the glass, so his efficiency was very low - not only that, how could he calmly put the puzzle together facing the complete photo used for demonstration? !

Watching the face becoming complete little by little under his hands, that smile, those eyes that were gathering light, he couldn't help but madly break them again as soon as a corner of it was pieced together.

and then?

……

And then... nothing happened. He cursed madly, struggled madly, and scattered the puzzle pieces everywhere, wishing he could smash them on Wen Can's head - but other than that, there was no sound in the room.

It's as if no one else exists at all.

He felt like a mental patient, going crazy in an empty room. No one could hear or see what he was doing. But for the sake of the words “I’ll let you out once you’ve finished solving the puzzle”, he had to pick up all the pieces of the puzzle again and start over again.

……

Has he finished the spell?

It seems like I have finished it, but it also seems like there is still a little bit left.

But he was too tired and sleepy. His eyelids kept drooping and his hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's disease. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Did he fight it out, and did Wen Can really let him out? It's just that it's dark now, so...

thump—

The injured hand was clenched into a fist and pounded hard on the wooden board above his head. In the darkness, Wen Rong let out a heart-wrenching, dying beast-like scream.

"what--"

Hot tears rolled down.

In this dark and cramped space where he could only hear his own heavy breathing, he could no longer hypnotize himself.

No thought could make him feel better.

The only thing that came to my mind was that weird handicraft room, and another even weirder and more terrifying room outside the smashed window, which was full of pictures of Chi Wandao.

He saw something in the light of the window and was frightened out of his wits—he remembered, he remembered what it was.

In the center of those countless photos, there is a heavy coffin.

So now he is... in this coffin!!

"Ah ah ah ah ah----"

The heavy wood was smashed with a loud thumping sound, but the heavy coffin lid did not even bounce up a little bit. Only the endless howling of fear and the sound of the coffin being smashed echoed through the darkness.

·

"..."

Wen Rong sat up in shock.

The man hasn't woken up yet, but his face is already twisted with fear.

But when he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer bottomless darkness.

He blinked his dry eyes and felt the changing light - it was the blue sky, the dark green mountains, and the rustling leaves in the wind.

His heart, which had shrunk and tensed to the limit due to fear, suddenly relaxed. His spirit was soothed and he almost cried for joy.

I don’t know who saved him so timely. Whether it was the police or the old man, he must thank them very much!

His vision was blurred by the rolling hot tears, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe them away.

slam-la-

The cold sound of the chain rushed into his brain, lashing his nerves like a whip.

Wen Rong shuddered reflexively.

After a second or two of freezing, he raised his hand again - and there was a loud bang.

His hands were handcuffed to the bed and he couldn't even lift them.

He felt the fabric, the quilt.

But there are still green mountains and clear waters in front of us!

His heart seemed to be split in two, one half was desperately telling himself that he had been rescued! The other half felt the cold, maddening despair at the touch of his wrists being shackled.

The middle-aged man lying on the bed let out meaningless sobs from his throat. It was unclear whether he sounded like a child who had been wronged or an adult who had suffered a shock.

Tears flowed out from under the device, leaving ugly traces on the face.

"It's coming soon."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, and Wen Rong's crying stopped.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked straight ahead.

-

His perspective shifted uncontrollably, so he saw the interior of the sports car, the steering wheel, the hand holding the steering wheel, and the owner of that hand.

The wind and green outside the window were behind her.

The woman pushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen onto her face, turned her head, met his eyes, and smiled.

-

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

The weak middle-aged man bounced on the bed like a fish that had been chopped.

He struggled frantically, and the handcuffs were tightened to the limit again and again, his wrists bled, and his body bounced up and was tightened back again and again, but he still struggled desperately, making terrible screams, as if what he saw in the virtual world was not his "missed" deceased wife, but some terrible, man-eating dinosaur.

But no matter how big his reaction was, the world did not give him any response.

Everything in sight was happening as usual.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could still clearly hear the woman's laughter and talking.

And then, there was an explosion.

There was a huge crash that came without warning, the car body rolled over, the glass shattered, and after a gasp there was a painful groan, which overlapped with the screams that kept coming out of his throat, which even he could not hear.

At this moment, time and space seemed to be intertwined sinisterly.

Wen Rong had been avoiding and forgetting about it for seven years. The fact of "killing Chi Wandao", which was achieved with just a light order and a deal, finally appeared in his mind for the first time, unavoidably and inescapably.

This is a fact that has always existed, but it disappeared from his mind for seven whole years.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh it's not me, it's not me! It's not me!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Wen Rong was crying and struggling on the bed.

However, the set program will not be changed.

With a groan of pain, he felt the final explosion.

Even with his eyes closed, his eyelids could feel the sudden burst of warm red light.

boom--

"Ahhhh-"

A sharp scream burst out from his throat at an unbelievable decibel, and hearing it would make people wonder if hot blood was also gushing out of his throat.

Then, everything came to a halt.

Wen Rong fainted.