C11

I don't know. I followed them back mechanically. I can only confirm one thing, the rain is salty.

There was a man's blood on his clothes. It was cold and uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, this is not my home. No one cared about my comfort!

"Everyone, come in …" "Local Dang …"

Go home … As Sachs blew, I opened my handbag, searched for my cell phone, and picked it up. I wanted to go home.

"Hey …" A woman's voice sounded somewhat anxious.

"Right." My heart sank as an indescribable fear made me feel even more terrified than before.

"Are you cute?" the woman asked quickly. Her voice was dry and crisp, with obvious anxiety.

"Right." "Who are you? How did you know my phone number?" "I don't know," I said.

I only have calls from Yin Yijie, Song University, and other universities. Other people, such as those who bring food to the restaurant, call me on the phone.

Then, how could this woman have my phone number? I instinctively felt fear!

"But, man, I am Tuilan, a friend of your mother's. The situation is urgent. Can you hurry over? I have something important to tell you. "Your father told me. He told me to tell you face to face as soon as possible." If anyone told me that someone was holding a knife to her neck, I would have no doubt.

Mom's friend? Dad's urgent business?

Tuiran, I did hear my mother mention it, and my grandmother also seemed to have mentioned it once, because the name was special, so I had an impression of it.

"But, this is very important. If you want to see your father again, come on. " The woman couldn't wait to rush me.

The rain that filled the sky was no longer quiet.

Everything, as long as it was mixed with the news of my parents, was cloudy. In the storm, I couldn't see the road ahead.

I really want to go home.

The pressure, the fear, tore at my calm coat, exposing me to the darkness, making me feel uneasy.

The sound of the heavy rain was like the prelude to a certain movement. God was witnessing a farce, but he was ignoring my fragility.

At this moment, I feel pain, I miss home, the family Yin Yijie gave me.

"Nice makeup, I'll send you back." Or to the hospital? " Miao Miao was so tired that she was gasping for breath.

I shook my head.

Although my father never dotes on me, but the grandmother who brought me up said that my father actually loves me very much. People around me also said that my father really liked me. I haven't been able to prove it yet, but that's what everyone says. Maybe it's true.

Although my mother had tried to put me on her path and had allowed others to bully me, she had somehow given me the money to raise me from a foot of baby to a year old, to give me the chance to be homeless, to be laughed at.

Heh, Mom's friend. Dad's urgent matter.

Tuiran, she told me the location of my grandmother's mole, which was obviously what my father had told him, so I should trust her. I said goodbye to my friends, took a taxi, and left.

They were scared enough and quickly went back home.

The taxi driver said the place I offered was too remote and he wanted to go.

Kind him out of professional ethics and strongly advise me not to go. Don't go there, not even on a normal day, let alone a stormy night.

He said taxis passing through that area at night were also vulnerable to looting, and he said...

I looked at him coldly. My father, he was a scoundrel, and my mother, she did not pay taxes.

It was quite normal for their friends to go in and out of this place. If I don't enter the tiger's den, how can I get the news?

Looking at the taxi driver's pitying expression, the only thing I'm glad of is that he didn't complain that I'd wet his car.

Because I was covered in water and didn't have time to go back and change.

After getting off the car, it was still raining. The rain started to fall heavily …

When he thought of Yin Yijie's comfort, he felt a sense of warmth in his heart. There was a home, with beautiful clothes, fragrant meals, beautiful handbags, and dry money.

I smiled, amused. He really didn't know whether it was his parents who were good or Yin Yijie.

In the rain, I stopped thinking about it.

Carefully, he followed the address given by Tuiran and passed through the half-demolished building by the side of the road.

There were puddles in the middle of the road, and when I stepped on them, my feet, which were already wet and poor, had been turned into rain shoes by a few hundred or thousands of leather shoes.

Fortunately, the soles of the shoes were thick enough, and there was no pain in putting them on. The water in his shoes had already become heavier with every step he took.

After making a ruckus in the middle of the night, my eyes had already begun to adjust to the darkness.

I groped my way forward with the occasional faint flash of lightning.

Passing through the pile of debris from the old building, he found a narrow path, littered with rubbish. There was not a single light in the bungalow. However, after the thunderstorm, the sky started to brighten a bit. I forced my eyes to open wide, barely able to find the way.

Turn right, turn right, there is a telephone pole, follow the direction of the wire, go forward, turn left …

I don't know why, but on a night like this, I actually dared to go alone in this era when demons were dancing wildly, and I was almost … Even after that, he was still able to calmly find his way here. Looking at the small courtyard not too far away, faint yellow light leaked out from the inside …

A woman's scream cut through the dark night, igniting sparks in the air, burning hot all around me.

My pupils contracted, my legs trembled, my teeth chattered, and my hair stood on end. A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a ghastly wetness

I quickly covered my mouth and nose to prevent the unexpected sneeze from exposing my whereabouts. Clutching my shoulders tightly, I ducked behind a peach tree.

The woman's voice continued.

Even though it was just a scream, it should be the woman who called me a moment ago … Tuiran.

I only felt unprecedented nervousness, boiling blood, a terrifying atmosphere, firmly enveloping me.

I looked up into the yard, but it was raining and no one could hear me.

It was a little far away, too dark in the night, and I couldn't see clearly under the cover of the rain.

Normally, I would definitely not watch such a show. But today is different, I came today with great difficulty, there is no reason for me to run away without understanding. I don't have any feelings for my father, but I'm his daughter and he's the one who made me like this. Sometimes, without a clear reason, I should shoulder it for him …

Looking left and right, there was a pear tree a little closer by. It was luxuriant with leaves, and its branches were low. Beside him was a pair of old steel pipes made of old wood. They were very well concealed.

I carefully squatted down and rubbed my back. I found a safe place to hide and started to observe seriously again.

In the storm, there was a woman and five or six men.

The woman fell to the concrete floor, her body a mess, like a dead dog. The man surrounding him was a typical gangster with a variety of tools in his hand. His face was filled with bloodthirsty fanaticism and loathing for the bad weather. Perhaps no one wants to work overtime in such a harsh environment.

But, no, no, that's not what I'm talking about

My father is a hoodlum, a hitter. I've never seen or heard of him, so it's nothing much. It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's really nothing.

Rather, I saw a person sitting on a chair under a roof by the side. It was actually him!

That handsome man is obviously my gentle guardian … Yin Yijie!

Under the eaves, Yin Yijie was still dressed in a noble manner as he lazily leaned on a chair. He was holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and someone was holding an umbrella for him.

I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt a boundless darkness. It was as if fate had grabbed hold of my throat, making me feel cold. My arms were tightly wrapped around myself, but I still felt that I didn't have enough heat to resist the cold of the night.

He was a friend of my father's. Maybe he had something to do with the underworld. Perhaps —

At this moment, I don't know what to "maybe", just intuitively, I feel scared! His heart ached. He wanted to cry. He felt so helpless that he wanted to cry.

"What? You don't want to say?" The man in the courtyard asked like a cat as he kicked the woman without giving me time to think.

"I …" The woman's broken voice was like a parasol tree in winter. She only had one breath left to live.

"Pull her up. If you still want to be human, then speak properly."

The man grabbed the woman's hair and tied her up.

The woman could no longer cry out. She gave a whimper of pain.

"Speak!" Under the eaves, Yin Yijie's icy tone was filled with disgust and impatience. The sound was not loud, but it was intimidating and gave off an intimidating feeling.

The woman shook her head tiredly and said weakly, "I don't know. I really don't know."

Yin Yijie was obviously not satisfied. He looked at the sky with a dark face, as if he was not satisfied with the efficiency of his men.

"Where is he?"

The woman panted and shook her head wearily, "I don't know. "Not at all."

The wind and rain continued, and I felt cold all over. Winter is fast approaching, wet, travel and the wind, I, soon to die.

"Why don't we exchange it for inner attacks and fill our stomachs?" "Let's see if she can still continue to be stubborn." The man behind Yin Yijie suggested sinisterly.

"I really don't know. Please spare me." The woman screamed and begged for mercy.

The man snorted with his nose and sneered, "Weren't you too weak just now? Why? He was confident. "It's alright. If you don't tell us, we'll just wait and see who has the patience to do so."

"I really don't know. Please, let me go." The woman's pained voice, filled with fear, made my hair stand on end.

Was it not enough to scare her to be beaten up like this? What else?

I clung to the trunk, trying my best to hold myself in place. His nails were not long, but they dug into the bark of the tree and felt no pain.

He was completely stupefied.

Ye Zichen looked at them dumbly, not knowing what they were going to do.

The two of them carried a table out from the house. The man who had grabbed the woman's hand and another man dragged her onto the table.

The woman kept twisting her body in protest, trying to escape.

A mournful cry filled with despair.

Her skin was covered in purple bruises. Her skin was loose and she should no longer arouse the greed of men.

I stared at her blankly. I couldn't think of what they were going to do to her.

I glanced at Yin Yijie. The frown on his handsome face was a suppressed impatience.