That man raised his hand, and his accomplices stopped. On the ground, only Professor Chen was left with a bruised nose and face, repeatedly saying "shēnyín". I couldn't bear to watch it. Unexpectedly, that man's gaze swept over the women kneeling on the ground again, and he coldly snorted: "No coffin, no tears."
A strong sense of foreboding surged up in my heart. His gaze swept over the ordinary-looking Chen Baozhu, paused on Feng Yan and Chen Ruying's faces, and finally landed on Tang Lanlan, who had a somewhat worldly air about her.
"Old lady," he said slowly and deliberately, "I'll ask you again, where's the money and the baby?"
Old Lady Chen was no fool, I'd bet she definitely noticed the man's gaze, but her face turned sorrowful and stubborn as she said, "There really isn't anymore."
That man pointed at Tang Leng, and his two accomplices revealed lewd smiles. One of them walked over and lifted Tang Leng up with one hand. Tang Leng's face turned white with fear, and she let out a "wu wu" sob, struggling desperately on the man's shoulder. The man patted her butt and said, "Be good! After being busy for so many days, shouldn't we get some benefits first?"
Old Lady Chen stared at Tang Lulan, her facial muscles twitching slightly. Tang Lulan also turned around at this time, looking at the old lady. Her eyes were filled with pleading and fear, she was begging the old lady to speak up. In this house, except for Chen Ruyin, she was probably the person who was closest to the old lady in daily life.
But it wasn't until she was taken into the room by two men and the door was locked that the old lady's face showed a look of horror, yet she still didn't say a word.
The room suddenly became very quiet. Only through the door, a commotion was heard, as well as the man's intermittent laughter and suppressed panting sounds.
The man sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, lifted one corner of his mask, and slowly smoked. The exposed jawline was ruggedly handsome. The old lady's face looked extremely unpleasant, but her attitude didn't change. Everyone else's faces turned unusually dark, with anger and fear suppressed beneath the darkness.
I suddenly hate this atmosphere very much. I'm suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. I know what it is.
It's the feeling of being at the mercy of a criminal who has lost all sense of humanity, with one's dignity, character and safety completely in their hands, to be trampled on at will. It makes people blind, leaving only a thread of fear, filling their eyes densely.
Every single true crime is like this, selfish and vicious to the extreme, yet never-ending.
About ten minutes later, inside that door, everything was irreversible, and what could happen had happened. The man extinguished the cigarette butt, but this time his tone was even colder: "The night is still long, we can come one by one. Who's next? Madam?" His gaze fell on Feng Yan, but Feng Yan's eyes seemed transparent, blankly staring at something unknown.
His gaze slid past again, falling on Chen Ruyin and Chen Baozhu's faces: "Little sister? Big sister?" Chen Ruyin burst into tears, Chen Baozhu's face turned pale. But his gaze finally fell on Old Lady Chen: "I think it's still the old lady. Why bother with detours? The old lady is also a woman after all." He called over an accomplice, who glanced at Old Lady Chen and sneered. He also smiled, patting his accomplice's arm and saying: "Alright, let's just play with a thermos cup. But we must make the old lady speak up." His accomplice nodded, walking forward, and the Chen family was stunned, never expecting these people to be so beastly. Professor Chen suddenly pounced over from the ground, shouting: "Don't touch my mom!" but was kicked away and pinned to the ground.
