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"Wenhao? Do you still have the nerve to call me? Ha! Are you going to continue deceiving me? Answer me!" I angrily shouted at her, a surge of passion, anger, and excitement rushing into my brain like a pot of boiling water.
Luo Qian lay on the ground, silent as if dead, only the bloodworms formed by the harsh whipping on her back wriggled with her breath. As she remained silent, I gradually lost interest.
"If my guess is correct, you should know where Luo Zhizhong is. Don't make any more mistakes, after all, he is your father. I don't want the five thousand yuan you borrowed from me before, okay? Let's settle this. I didn't intend to be so harsh on you, I wish we could have a calmer conversation. But because you kept avoiding my questions and tried to deceive me with that coquettish manner, I couldn't help but lose my temper and hit you."
My tone gradually calmed down, and I said slowly, "Actually, I still don't understand you. When I first asked you if you had a father complex, you said you hated your father. But later you asked me to lend five thousand yuan to your father, asking him not to appear again. I think you are a very contradictory person. On the one hand, you should be lacking fatherly love, even fantasizing me as your father. But on the other hand, due to being abused by your father for a long time in your childhood, you gradually developed a mentality of being abused. This is also why you still play two roles and write letters to yourself pretending to be Luo Zhizhong to threaten yourself."
"Okay, Luo Qian, am I right about what I said? Answer me. If my inference is wrong, you can present evidence to refute me, and I can apologize to you. But if it's true, please don't stay silent anymore!" I put my hand on Luo Qian's limp shoulder and gently shook her. Perhaps out of shame and regret, she never lifted her face, remained motionless, and didn't say a word.
After I finished speaking, I felt very disappointed, standing in place at a loss. The woman I had a date with and was affectionate with just yesterday now revealed her true colors, lying on the ground. As I looked at this scene, my eyes inexplicably grew hot.
"Alright, then I'll go." I gathered my spirits and looked at her, saying, "You should think carefully about the future and choose the right path. After getting to know you, I did experience the pleasure brought by desire. Even now, my feelings for you are still indescribable. But my moral bottom line cannot allow me to continue like this with you... So, goodbye."
Just as I was solemnly planning to leave, my eyes caught sight of the other side of the house. Because a candle was lit inside, it was impossible to see the faintly visible hidden door on the other side without careful observation. At the handle of this hidden door, a cane was wedged in at both ends, firmly blocking the door.
I suddenly turned to look at Luo Qian, only to find that Luo Qian slowly lifted her head and looked at me with a sinister smile, sending shivers down my spine. Her deathly pale face seemed to have turned into a piece of white-painted canvas in the dimly lit room, with her expression becoming eerily mechanical, as if it had been programmed. She stood up silently and walked towards the hidden door I had seen, then pulled out a cane. With a creak, the hidden door slowly opened on its own, and I, standing not far away, stumbled inside like a baby just learning to walk.
The small room was extremely damp, with a mess on the floor and a chair placed in the center. As if arranged in the center of a stage, sitting on the chair was Luo Zhizhong.
He was tightly bound to the chair, the ropes cutting into his flesh, creating numerous intersecting cracks. His obese body appeared even more bloated, as if experiencing the phenomenon of giantism after death. I had read in related books about the causes of the phenomenon of body swelling. Microscopic organic matter travels through the intestines, invades the blood vessels and peritoneum, produces toxic gases, and secretes enzymes that liquefy tissues. The expansive force of these gases is astonishing, not only causing the body's exterior to swell, but also pushing the diaphragm near the third rib, while the blood that originally circulated deep inside the body is pushed to the skin surface. This is the peculiar phenomenon of the circulation of a vampire's blood after death.
His eyes were hollow, and his eyebrows were contorted in a strange manner. The floor was covered in vomit and excrement, emitting a strong, nauseating odor.
For me, what's even more terrifying is that his whole body, including his face, was crazily slashed with a knife, like carving on a wooden board. In addition, his only remaining right leg was also chopped off and still lying in a nearby corner, emitting a stench of death. Fear and disgust made it impossible for me to continue observing, and I covered my mouth and stepped back. "Did you kill him?" I exclaimed in horror as I retreated.
Luo Qian's face became unusually gloomy, and she looked at me and said, "I hate him. I thought he wouldn't appear in my life again. Your inference was accurate, but there are a few things I still need to tell you. After you gave him five thousand yuan, he did write a threatening letter. I think we both made a mistake. For someone like him, who is insatiable, how could five thousand yuan possibly satisfy him? But Wenhao, do you understand? I love you, and I won't let you be truly harmed. So, I found his address again, which is this shabby rented room, and kidnapped him. For the first time in many years, I tasted the flavor of revenge, and I couldn't stop. Do you understand? I admit there was an element of mischief in what I did. I then forced him to continue writing letters to you, but the content was all my idea. I wouldn't actually harm you. I just... I just wanted to protect myself in this way."
She was crying and laughing at the same time, like a mad demon. Her voice was getting higher and higher, until it turned into a piercing scream. "He's not dead, as the letter said, I will slowly torture him, make him wish he were dead. To prevent him from running away, I cut off his legs. Now, no matter where we go, he won't be able to find us. Right, Wenhao?" In the stench and countless crawling maggots in the room, fear had gradually robbed me of the ability to speak. I could only stare at her blankly.
At this moment, I thought of Liu Bing. I quietly took out the phone from my pocket, ready to send him the distress message...
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