Chu Mengdie played at her aunt's house last night. Because she played very late, she simply stayed at her aunt's house.
After breakfast in the morning, she and her aunt's daughter Xiaotian went to the fields to play and catch morning glories.
They accidentally walked into a cotton field.
But I witnessed a nightmare!
From then on, the two children's psychology was shrouded in a shadow and a lingering nightmare.
This nightmare will follow them throughout their lives and become a part of their bodies. It has penetrated into their bones and penetrated deep into the bottom of their minds.
It was Xiaotian who covered Mengdie's mouth, preventing her from screaming out or walking out.
Tears couldn't stop flowing down from Chu Mengdie's eyes.
Pain, pain, pain, pain... This endless pain cannot fully express the hell in Mengdie's heart.
This is a state of mind that is more uncomfortable than death, and a torture that is a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times more painful than death.
Xiaotian tried his best to protect Mengdie and stopped her actions. She also felt fear and suffering in her heart.
But she is slightly more rational than Mengdie.
Later, she couldn't even imagine that if she hadn't protected her at that time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
The young Mengdie dug her palms into the soil.
Even so, it still made some noise.
The gangster paused for a moment.
"who?"
The gangster looked at the place where the noise came from, feeling nervous and guilty.
"Tch, that's probably a grasshopper, don't make a fuss!" one of the gangsters said.
After a while, they no longer cared and started to continue doing evil.
It wasn't until the victim left the place that Chu Mengdie and Xiao Tian walked out of the cotton field.
Chu Mengdie pushed Xiaotian away, her face was pale and weak, she was blaming Xiaotian. She blamed her for blocking her, blaming her for not saving her, blaming her for being an accomplice. She hated her now.
"If I don't do this, neither you nor I will make it out alive," Oda said.
"Who wants to live?! I want to die!!" Chu Mengdie's voice suddenly became louder, and her voice was a little hoarse.
Witnessing her biological mother with her own eyes... She couldn't bear the blow. She felt so uncomfortable that she might as well just die.
"Let's call the police!" Xiaotian suddenly said.
"Call the police!?" Chu Mengdie looked at Xiaotian and seemed to think this was feasible, but then she thought again and said, "But will the police believe what we say?"
"Why don't you believe it?"
"If my mother didn't tell her." Chu Mengdie is Bai Xue's daughter after all. She knows her mother's character. Would she really confess to the police about this kind of thing?
While they were hesitating, they heard the bad news that night.
Mother, dead.
Chu Mengdie fainted on the spot. Her father, Chu Hualong, sent her to the town hospital. When Mengdie woke up, she told her father the truth. Mengdie could not describe her father's expression in words.
On the fourth day, her father died tragically. Chu Mengdie was already at her relative's home in the city at that time, and she did not know the news. It was a month after she learned the news that she did not even attend her father's funeral.
Her relatives refused to let her go, and it might have been her father's last will and testament.
However, Chu Mengdie knew everything. Even if she was not present at the scene, she still knew the whole story. She knew these secrets that others did not know.
From that day on, a real killer appeared. The goddess of revenge handed her the bloody sickle, and she transformed into the goddess of revenge.
"No one can escape, no one." There was thunder outside the window, and through the rain-sliding windowpane, a girl standing in the darkness murmured. There was a fierce light in her eyes.
Chu Hualong learned about the death of his wife Bai Xue early in the morning, during which he slept soundly. He had no idea that his wife would suddenly suffer such a bad fate.
Because my wife Bai Xue was fine the night before, at least before dinner, as usual, and there was no difference.
As usual, his wife cooked dinner, and then Chu Hualong went to bed early.
However, his wife died after all, and ended her life in such a tragic way.
When Chu Hualong learned about this incident, his heart was in severe pain. When he saw his wife's hanging body, he even screamed in grief and complained to the sky about the injustice.
Why? Why is this happening?! Why is all this happening? Why is it so cruel?!
He endured the grief and buried his wife's body, and then his daughter finally couldn't help but tell him the truth. His tears began to stop, and there was no more crying on his face, replaced by more and more miserable grief, and hatred! Hatred! Hatred.
Deep as the sea! Rage of revenge!
That night, Chu Hualong sent his daughter to a relative's house in the city. After arranging everything, he walked to hell alone.
He found the criminals. He was holding a wood-splitting knife in his hand. The knife was extremely sharp.
He asked them to surrender, saying that he knew everything.
However, the villains standing in front of him were smiling with undeniable expressions on their faces.
"How did you know?" The villains were certainly surprised.
"Were you there at that time? You were hiding aside and didn't dare to say anything? Hahahahaha! You coward!"
Then Chu Hualong was hit with a stick on the back of the head, and he fell down. Blood flowed down his forehead, spread into his collar, and stained his clothes.