There was a hint of severity and anxiety in the mother's voice.
"What? What video? Send it to me?"
Su Wanqing's ears perked up and she continued to listen to the corner.
"About him? Where did you get the video about him?"
"What? You said Lord Lord, how could Lord Lord be there?"
"Okay, I'll check the mailbox later."
The talking in the bedroom ended, followed by the sound of the computer turning on, and after a while, there was silence, bone-deep silence.
Su Wanqing inexplicably felt that something was not right in the atmosphere. About five minutes later, Su Jiuge's hysterical crying came from the room.
The sound was so sad and shrill, like the cry of a tragic female ghost, and it was not like the sound that a gentle and quiet woman could make.
Su Wanqing was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
With fear on her face, she hurriedly stood up holding on to the door frame, and then started knocking hard.
"Mom, mom!"
There was no reaction inside, and the hysterical crying did not stop.
Su Wanqing no longer hesitated, opened the bedroom door directly, and ran towards the computer desk.
Su Jiuge covered her mouth, her eyes were cracked and bloodshot, and she stared straight at the screen. Two lines of tears kept falling down. She seemed to be possessed, screaming hysterically, feeling nothing at all.
to changes in the surroundings.
Su Wanqing hugged her body, wiping her tears while calling: "Mom - mom -"
His eyes shifted to the computer screen. It was a silent video. A masked man in black was holding a thick iron rod, beating a handsome young man to the ground, and then breaking his bones bit by bit.
, until the flesh and blood were blurred, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.
The handsome man was beaten to death, and even when his internal organs were leaking out, he still had his eyes open and his mouth opening and closing to talk.
But there is no sound, only the shape of the mouth.
Su Wanqing's pupils gradually dilated. It was too bloody and miserable. Compared with the last time he was kidnapped, when Xichen beat those people from the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, it was not half as bloody as the video.
"Mom, stop looking." Su Wanqing stretched out her hands and covered Su Jiuge's eyes.
Her emotional reaction was so great, the person who was tortured to death must be a very important person to her.
Su Jiuge struggled desperately and opened Su Wanqing's hand, and then he saw his daughter.
She was like crazy, clutching Su Wanqing's shoulders tightly, and screamed in a voice as sad and tragic as a female ghost.
"Saori, he killed your father!"
"That man, he killed your father! He killed your biological father!"
In a hysterical state, Su Jiuge called her not "Wan Qing" but her Japanese name "Saori".
Is that handsome man who was beaten to death with blood and flesh splattered her biological father?
No wonder my mother had such an out-of-control reaction!
Su Wanqing had imagined many times what his biological father would be like, but he had never imagined such a bloody tragedy.
A chill ran from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on Su Wanqing's back.
"I have been investigating for so long...I have been investigating for so many years, and he...he is actually dead like this! He was actually beaten to death!"
Su Jiuge covered his head and muttered to himself, his whole expression distorted, and his whole mood collapsed. "Huang, what do you mean?"
Su Jiuge was on the phone with Huang.
"How could you show the photo to Wan Qing!"
There was a hint of severity and anxiety in the mother's voice.
"What? What video? Send it to me?"
Su Wanqing's ears perked up and she continued to listen to the corner.
"About him? Where did you get the video about him?"
"What? You said Lord Lord, how could Lord Lord be there?"
"Okay, I'll check the mailbox later."
The talking in the bedroom ended, followed by the sound of the computer turning on, and after a while, there was silence, bone-deep silence.
Su Wanqing inexplicably felt that something was not right in the atmosphere. About five minutes later, Su Jiuge's hysterical crying came from the room.
The sound was so sad and shrill, like the cry of a tragic female ghost, and it was not like the sound that a gentle and quiet woman could make.
Su Wanqing was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
With fear on her face, she hurriedly stood up holding on to the door frame, and then started knocking hard.
"Mom, mom!"
There was no reaction inside, and the hysterical crying did not stop.
Su Wanqing no longer hesitated, opened the bedroom door directly, and ran towards the computer desk.
Su Jiuge covered her mouth, her eyes were cracked and bloodshot, and she stared straight at the screen. Two lines of tears kept falling down. She seemed to be possessed, screaming hysterically, feeling nothing at all.
to changes in the surroundings.
Su Wanqing hugged her body, wiping her tears while calling: "Mom - mom -"
His eyes shifted to the computer screen. It was a silent video. A masked man in black was holding a thick iron rod, beating a handsome young man to the ground, and then breaking his bones bit by bit.
, until the flesh and blood were blurred, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.
The handsome man was beaten to death, and even when his internal organs were leaking out, he still had his eyes open and his mouth opening and closing to talk.
But there is no sound, only the shape of the mouth.
Su Wanqing's pupils gradually dilated. It was too bloody and miserable. Compared with the last time he was kidnapped, when Xichen beat those people from the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, it was not half as bloody as the video.
"Mom, stop looking." Su Wanqing stretched out her hands and covered Su Jiuge's eyes.
Her emotional reaction was so great, the person who was tortured to death must be a very important person to her.
Su Jiuge struggled desperately and opened Su Wanqing's hand, and then he saw his daughter.
She was like crazy, clutching Su Wanqing's shoulders tightly, and screamed in a voice as sad and tragic as a female ghost.
"Saori, he killed your father!"
"That man, he killed your father! He killed your biological father!"
In a hysterical state, Su Jiuge called her not "Wan Qing" but her Japanese name "Saori".
Is that handsome man who was beaten to death with blood and flesh splattered her biological father?
No wonder my mother had such an out-of-control reaction!
Su Wanqing had imagined many times what his biological father would be like, but he had never imagined such a bloody tragedy.
A chill ran from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on Su Wanqing's back.
"I have been investigating for so long...I have been investigating for so many years, and he...he is actually dead like this! He was actually beaten to death!"
Su Jiuge covered his head and muttered to himself, his entire expression distorted, and his entire mood collapsed.