Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Bi Chi dared not think about it any further.

She followed closely behind her husband, her high heels clicking crisply on the concrete stairs.

The sound echoed in the empty corridor, each sound like a blow to her heart.

layer.

Two layers.

As they approached the first floor, Director Yang suddenly stopped.

Bi Chi almost bumped into his back.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Factory Director Yang didn't say anything, but just stared intently at the corner of the stairs.

There was a figure there.

They are slowly walking up.

step.

Two steps.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Bi Chi's heart suddenly raced.

She couldn't see the person's face, only an outline. He was short and somewhat thin, and it seemed he was holding something in his hand.

"Who...who's there?" she asked in a trembling voice.

no answer.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

Getting closer.

Finally, the person walked to the light in the stairwell.

Bi Chi saw it clearly.

It was a child.

At the age of eight or nine, he wore faded old clothes and had a pale face, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He was carrying an axe, stained with blood, its blade gleaming coldly.

Blood was still dripping from the axe.

a drop.

Two drops.

It landed on the cement steps, making a slight "thud" sound.

"Director Yang," the young man spoke, his voice eerily calm, "where are you going so late?"

Factory Director Yang's body began to tremble.

The suitcase in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't pick it up.

He just stared intently at the young man in front of him, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

Bi Chi recognized him.

She had seen this young man before.

It was reported in the newspaper that two thugs broke into the police station and kidnapped two children, and he was one of them.

He is Lin Tian.

Lin Jianguo's son.

The son of a rumored evil spirit.

But given the current situation, the real evil spirit is probably Lin Tiancai.

"You...you..." Bi Chi's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Weren't you...kidn't you?"

Lin Tian turned to look at her, a strange smile playing on his lips: "Hello, Auntie. I didn't expect you to recognize me on our first meeting. I'm so... excited!"

His gaze returned to Factory Director Yang: "Factory Director Yang, you still haven't answered me. It's so late, where are you going with your luggage?"

Factory Director Yang finally regained his voice, but it was a scream born of extreme fear: "Lin Tian, ​​you...you stay away, I already know I was wrong."

I'll pay you back! I'll pay for your house! I'll pay for your money! I'll give you whatever you want! Just let me go!

"Losing money?"

Lin Tian tilted his head, as if he had heard something funny, "Director Yang, how much do you think my parents' lives are worth?"

How much is your life worth? How much is mine worth?

"I...I..."

Factory Director Yang knelt down with a thud, his face covered in tears and snot. "Lin Tian, ​​I beg you, please let me go... I really know I was wrong... I'll turn myself in right now."

I'll go confess right now, I'll tell you everything, I just beg you... I just beg you won't kill me...

Bi Chi watched her husband kneeling on the ground, begging like a beggar, and a feeling she couldn't describe welled up inside her.

This is her husband.

The factory director of the steel rolling mill.

Director Yang is a man of absolute authority both at the factory and at home, and a formidable figure in the outside world.

Now, however, he kneels before a dead man—no, a ghost—and weeps like a child.

"Old Yang..." She wanted to help him, but her legs were too weak to move.

Lin Tian stared at Factory Director Yang kneeling on the ground for a long time.

Then he smiled.

That smile was full of sarcasm.

"Director Yang, do you think kneeling will do any good? Do you think crying a few times and begging a few times can atone for your sins?"

The axe was raised.

"My parents are dead, and I no longer care about right or wrong."

The axe was raised even higher.

"There is no justice or morality in this world. There is only blood debt, and blood must be paid for it."

The axe was raised to its highest point.

"Let me use this merit axe to help you pass on to the afterlife."

The axe fell.

Bi Chi screamed and closed his eyes.

She dared not look.

She was afraid to see her husband split in two.

She was afraid to see blood, to see death, to see…

The expected screams and sounds of blood and gore did not come.

She opened her eyes, trembling.

The axe stopped just an inch above Director Yang's head, about to strike.

But it stopped.

Lin Tian's hand was very steady, frighteningly steady. He just held the axe up, looking at Director Yang, who was kneeling on the ground trembling.

"Tsk tsk... The famous Director Yang of the Third (Red Star) Steel Rolling Mill in Beijing was so scared that he vomited. You're quite a character."

He'd seen plenty of people piss from fright, but this was the first time he'd ever been so scared he'd pooped.

This kind of heinous crime is solved with a single axe blow, which is to give him a quick death and let him off easy.

They must be tortured to death.

I am a filial son, and I cannot show favoritism to one another.

Both Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu, the direct culprits who killed their mothers, received a "worse than death" treatment, while Director Yang, who killed his father, did not receive the same treatment.

Factory Director Yang had a brush with death. Although he had put the axe away, the shadow of death still loomed over him.

In a panic, he braced himself on the ground and slowly moved backward, his trousers leaving a dirty trail on the floor.

"Director Yang, I heard you're quite the ladies' man? Keeping the 'red flag flying' at home while having colorful flags fluttering outside?"

Factory Director Yang was stunned, wondering why Lin Tian suddenly asked this question.

"I...I didn't..."

He instinctively denied it, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm asking you," Lin Tian interrupted him, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Do you love your lover? Answer me!!"

The question seemed absurd, but Director Yang dared not refuse to answer it.

He subconsciously turned his head to glance at Bi Chi, the woman who had been with him for more than ten years and had given birth to two children.

"I...I love her," he said, his voice trembling.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tian's ghostly figure suddenly changed.

His neck stretched out like rubber, extending a full two meters, and his head hung in the air, slowly floating in front of Director Yang.

The icy gaze was almost touching Director Yang's face, less than two centimeters away.

Factory Director Yang was terrified and tried to back away, but his back was already against the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

I don't believe it.

"I...I really love her, I really do!"

Factory Director Yang practically shouted, tears streaming down his face, mingling with snot, "Lin Tian, ​​believe me! I truly love Bi Chi!"

The will to survive overwhelmed everything at that moment.

Factory Director Yang had only one thought in his mind: to survive.

No matter what Lin Tian asked for, no matter what price he had to pay, he was willing to do anything to survive.

"How can you make me believe you? Just tell me! If you tell me, I'll definitely do it!"

Lin Tian pulled his head back, returning to his normal appearance.

He drifted to the side, looked at Director Yang, then at Bi Chi, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"So you like Bi Chi, no wonder you married him."

"If you love her, then break her, otherwise I won't believe you."

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