While Zhuang Long was eating, Heber silently looked at the house where he lived.

The walls of the house are very white, and it is painted again.

The wall paints the traces of sin, but it does not heal the wounds left by the soul of the evil.

Heber stared at the man who ate, thinking that many years ago, when the child was taken away from the house by the police, the soul was lost and felt uneasy.

Zhuang Long finished his meal and let Heber take all the tableware away, and he sat alone in the room, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not have the courage to go to the basement.

That night, Zhuang Long went to bed early, got up the next morning, checked the monitoring, confirmed that last night "he" did not wake up, Zhuang Long sighed, washed his face, went to the next-door mansion to eat breakfast.

When he came home, when he saw the sunrise, he felt that the picture was very beautiful, and sat down on the lawn and stared at the sea in front.

He looked at the sea, and suddenly, as if he were thinking of something, he looked at himself.

He didn’t see anything, but he seemed to see something.

It seems that many years ago, he had also sat here, watching the sunrise side by side with a little girl.Zhuang Long narrowed his eyes, and the little girl whose voice had become blurred in his memory would be distasteful?

“Kris...”

He gently called out the name of the stinging, the original impetuous heart, seemed to be much calmer.He stood up slowly, mused Kristat's name, and walked into the house.

There is a devil in the dark, and it is terrible.There was an angel waiting for him.He must kill the devil in the darkness to be able to embrace his angel.

After reading Kris's name, for an instant, Zhuang Long seemed to find hope, and he was full of courage.

He put on his headlights again, went into the fitness room, and went deep into the basement.

A wisp of glimmer, shot in from the big pit on the floor of the fitness room, hidden on the ground for too many years in the basement, looks a little dark, gloomy, inexplicably let people's back cool.Zhuang Long was not in a hurry to enter the secret room and first observed the picture outside.

He found an electric lock.

Zhuang Long holding the underground electric light may still work the idea, pull up the electric gate, bombard, the house lights suddenly bright.

The darkness suddenly became bright, and Zhuanglong narrowed his eyes before he could open his eyes.Because of the light, Zhuanglong suddenly felt that this basement was not so terrible.He was bold and pushed open the door on the right.

Entering the room again, the dragon was still nervous.

He pressed his fists in his hands, and he stood by the door, staring at the bed for a moment.With a deep breath, Zhuang Long raised his right foot and walked slowly toward the bed.He used all his strength to get to the bed.

Zhuang Long stared at the bed, obviously can not remember anything, but the head began to hurt.

He looked up at the room and saw the handcuffs on the wall, and Zhuang Long subconsciously felt that it was the prisoner's detention.The bed in front of him was Robert’s crime scene.Zhuang Long tried to sit on the bed, the ass just next to the bed, Zhuang Long was full of trembling.

Like a cold hand touching on his head, the dragon looked up and couldn’t see anyone.But he could only feel that someone had touched him in this way, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Herbert, why are you so bad?"If you don't obey, your father will punish you."

"Dad doesn't like disobedient children."

Who is talking in his head?

He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to escape.

But the cheeks of Zhuang Qilin emerged in front of his eyes, and he clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to leave the basement.Zhuang Long's hands were pinch into his fist, and his nails were not sharp, but he was hard-rendered into the flesh.

Finding his hand bleeding, Zhuang Long looked down.

The blood fell on the dusty ground, and the dust wrapped the blood and became a gray bead.When he looked at the scene, his head suddenly hurt.The pain was like tearing his head.

Zhuang Long felt suffocated, and he gasped, like a drowning man suddenly rescued from the shore, and every breath was like the last breath of life.

After a few minutes, the dragon's condition was better.

He gritted his teeth and sat down on the little bed.He whispered, "Ai."His face was imprinted in his mind, which made him feel full of courage.

He personally tortured his feet with his feet, then lay down and tied his waist with his belt, and finally tied his neck with his neck.Zhuanglong has completely become a lamb that has been bound and has lost his freedom.

He did not know what would happen next, in order to prevent his children from escaping later, he took the handcuffs on his left hand with his right hand and baked his left hand.After all this, Zhuang Long closed his eyes and lay quietly, breathing became slow.

He tried, he tried to think.

The basement was very quiet and there was no movement.

He thought hard about remembering something.

Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, as if he were falling asleep, and as if he were dreaming.In a confused way, Zhuang Long seemed to see a man come in from outside the house, and he was tall and tall, wearing a white coat.

He came closer, and the dragon saw his face.

It's Robert!

The handsome man bent down, touched Zhuang Long's cheek with his hand, and for a long time, Zhuang Long could almost feel the breath of the man's exhalation, and sprayed it on his face.He was so scared that his legs began to struggle, but his wrist was cuffed, and he could not move at all.

The dragon’s muscles are shaking.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say a word.

The man stopped to touch his cheek, he smiled, the smile was unusually good-looking, and looked gentle and charming.But the dragon was frightened by his smile and white.

“Herbert.”Robert gently shouted the dragon's name.

He could only look at him and look at him.

Robert asked him, “Why aren’t you good?”

Zhuang Long was finally able to speak, and he said subconsciously, "Dad, I'm good, I'm good."

Robert raised his eyebrows slightly, and he said, "You're not good, how can you call the police if you're good?"“Mr. Herbert, do you know what’s wrong?”

“Dad...”

“Dad, I was wrong!I was wrong!I'll never call the police again, Daddy, I'll be nice, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do."The grown-up man, lying in bed with open eyes full of fear, confessed his mistake in a voice to the uninhabited room.