false marriage

When An Ning opened her eyes, she was lying on a small bed in the abandoned attic.

I saw that the walls were covered with dark brown wooden boards, and the paint had fallen off in many places.

An incandescent lamp with a milky yellow lampshade hangs from the mortise and tenon ceiling.

The lights were dim, making the surroundings gloomy and terrifying.

With the cool wind blowing past, An Ning realized that there was a working vertical electric fan next to the bed.

Dust accumulated on the fan blades.

It also makes a creaking sound when turning.

An Ning stared blankly at the electric fan beside her, and struggled to get up from the bed.

Looking down at the blood-red thin quilt and sheets, her mind was full of scary scenes from horror movies.

Strange to say.

Red is considered a symbol of festiveness on many occasions.

But engraved in this small space, there is an inexplicable strangeness.

For a moment.

She even felt like a sacrifice sitting on an altar.

God where is this?

An Ning swallowed awkwardly, secretly suppressing the horror in her heart.

She rubbed the back of her sore neck.

In a daze, the terrifying appearance of Lord Hussy wearing a black cloak flashed through his mind.

Was she kidnapped by Lord Hussy? !
An Ning's eyelids twitched wildly, and she hurriedly opened the bag that was slung across her body, and took out her mobile phone, which had only [-]% of its battery left.

Considering that the power is seriously insufficient.

Without hesitation, she called the police directly.

just
As soon as the phone was connected, it turned off automatically.

Seeing that the screen was almost merging into the night outside, An Ning was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Under the dim light, she hurriedly got out of bed, trying to open the wooden door in the corner with a calendar from 20 years ago.

However, the door appeared to be locked from the outside.

She tried again and again, but to no avail.

"Xiao Baihe, is that you? Don't waste your energy, the wooden door is locked with a big chain and cannot be pulled open."

Outside the wooden door, the sound of seeking joy suddenly came.

An Ning didn't expect Xun Huan to be here, she seemed a little surprised, and asked repeatedly: "Xun Huan, why are you here?"

"Little Nightingale and I were also tied up in this old attic by Huo Shao. Now our hands and feet are tied to the pillars and we can't break free."

"He kidnapped you too?"

"I don't know why he went crazy. After tying us here, he poured a lot of gasoline in the attic."

"What about others?"

"I got a call 5 minutes ago and ran out."

Xun Huan told An Ning everything he heard.

As soon as the words fell, he still did not forget to ask: "Xiao Baihe, check if there are any tools like an ax in the house, try to break the door violently."

"I am searching."

An Ning didn't dare to delay for a moment, turned around and started searching in the cramped bedroom.

Searched for a full 10 minutes.

She searched almost all the cabinets, but couldn't find any props that could be used for self-defense.

But she didn't get nothing.

From the dark compartment on the wooden floor, she found a yellowed photo and an old diary.

The woman in the photo was wearing sexy black silk, holding a boy with beautiful features in her arms.

The boy is very handsome.

Even though the dark blue sailor suit on his body has been washed and faded, he still feels very clean and refreshing.

This is Lord Hossey?
An Ning was fascinated by the crooked characters "Mom, I hate you" on the back of the photo.

In this world, few people would hate their biological mother, right?

Why does Huo Xijue hate the woman who gave birth to him and raised him?

Is it because his mother's career is not glorious enough, or is it because of some other reason?
An Ning didn't have time to think about it.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his attention to the worn-out diary next to him.

Looking at the blood-stained name on the cover of the diary, An Ning's heart was inexplicably blocked.

Why was Mu Tingting's diary hidden here by Huo Xijue?
Why are there mottled bloodstains on the cover of the diary?
It stands to reason that if Huo Xijue loves Mu Tingting so much, shouldn't her diary be kept on the bookshelf in the study?

Full of doubts, An Ning slumped on the floor, flipping through the diary hastily.

The content of the first few dozen pages is generally normal.

It records the daily life of her and Huo Xijue from acquaintance, acquaintance and love to flash marriage.

But seeing the back, An Ning felt more and more creepy.

"On April 4, Jue beat me again. He called me a slut and pressed my head in the toilet."

"On April 4, he apologized to me in tears, and I relented."

"On May 5, I went to a nightclub to earn extra money. I met a fellow villager and chatted a little longer. I was bumped into by him accidentally, and I was beaten severely."

"On May 5, my fellow villagers saw the bruises on my hands and asked me if I needed help. I said no. He left me a business card, and I didn't know that his name was Yu Tingbai, the eldest son of the Yu family in Jiangcheng. .”

"On June 6, Young Master Yu suddenly fell ill. I contacted his driver to take him home. Unfortunately, he was seen by Jue again. He hit me hard. After breaking two of my ribs last time, he hit me again. Lost my front tooth."

"On July 7st, Jue drank and dreamed that I had an affair with Yu Shao, and beat me up."

"On July 7, I had a miscarriage, and I really wanted to escape. If this continues, I will definitely be beaten to death by him."

"On July 7, Jue apologized to me and promised that I would treat me well. I can only pretend to be touched, but in fact, there is only hatred left in my heart."

An Ning quickly turned to the last page of the diary.

Looking at the last word in the diary, she could already imagine what happened to Mu Tingting when she wrote the last diary.

Presumably Huo Xijue discovered that Mu Tingting had recorded his most violent side in the diary.

In a fit of anger, he roughed her up again.

"Scumbag!"

An Ning was trembling with anger, because she thought Huo Xijue's love for Mu Tingting was so deep.

It turned out that the so-called affectionate persona was just an excuse he used to deceive himself.

Thinking about it this way, An Ning felt more and more that Mu Tingting's death was most likely caused by Huo Xijue.

As for Yu Tingbai.

It should be because of his friendship with Mu Tingting that Huo Xijue hated him.

"Who made you move?"

When Huo Xijue entered the room, An Ning was still sitting slumped on the floor staring blankly at the words and phrases in Mu Tingting's diary.

"I haven't had time to see it yet."

An Ning's body trembled instinctively when she heard Huo Xijue's voice.

She quickly put the diary and photos back to their original places, and stood up slowly against the wall behind her.

"Come out and have a look, I have prepared a surprise for you."

After Huo Xijue learned that Yu Tingbai burned down King's main den in the country, he knew that he had caused a catastrophe, and King would never let him go.

Since there is no way to survive.

Then
Even if he died, he would take Yu Tingbai's woman with him and let her accompany him to the underworld.

"What surprise?"

An Ning tightly clutched the strap of her bag with both hands, and timidly followed behind Hussy.

I was about to put my hand into the bag.

But without warning, he turned around, grabbed her arm suddenly, and dragged her to Xunhuan and Little Nightingale who were tied to the pillar.

"what are you going to do?"

An Ning yelled in panic. Seeing that An Yutong was also tied up here, she couldn't figure out what Huo Xijue was going to do.

"I'll give you a chance to take revenge with your own hands."

While Hussy was speaking, he had already stuffed a pistol into An Ning's hand, "Shoot! Hit them on the forehead!"

"no, do not want!"

An Ning backed away in horror, even though Little Nightingale and Xun Huan had plotted against her.

It never occurred to her to kill them.

They violated the law, shouldn't it be better to hand them over to the police?

"Master Hussy, you can't do this!"

"Isn't Little Nightingale your woman? How could you be so cruel?"

An Ning knew how ruthless Sir Hussy was, she was really afraid of his crazy appearance now.

Little Nightingale no longer begged for mercy.

She just stared at Huo Xijue in a daze, hoping that her tears could call back his conscience.

unfortunately
Little Nightingale never had a place in Huo Xijue's heart.

Even if she cried to death.

Sir Hussy would not feel any distress at all.

"An Ning, I'll give you one last chance, shoot!"

Huo Xijue couldn't understand that he was avenging An Ning, why did she refuse to accept his kindness?
An Ning held the handle of the gun tremblingly, and looked up at Little Nightingale, who was shaking like chaff, and Xunhuan, who closed her eyes heavily.

Made a long period of psychological construction.

She finally raised her hand on the handle of the gun.

but
She didn't point the gun at Xun Huan and Little Nightingale, but pointed the gun at Huo Xijue's forehead.

She is fast.

After turning the direction of the muzzle of the gun, he directly pointed at Huo Xijue's forehead and fired several shots in succession.

An Ning originally thought that since she fired so many shots one after another, there was absolutely no possibility of Hussy Jue surviving this time.

Never thought.
There wasn't even a single bullet in the pistol.

Huo Xijue slanted his lips and said with a dark smile: "It turns out that I am the one you want to kill."