Su Ranling suddenly had nothing to say, she had thought about it before, but she couldn't do it, she couldn't exchange a person's life for her son's life, it was also a human life, she couldn't do it!

"You are a madman, I will never do what you say, you don't believe in your words, you said that if I kill Zhang Zihua, I will let my child go, you liar!" Su Ranling sat on the chair and cried, the cry was deafening, and her heart was about to break when she couldn't see An An.

"In that case, I don't need to waste any more time, Miss Su, are you ready to hit the road with your child!"

The clown suddenly stood up and walked into the shadows, Su Ranling thought he was leaving, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Where are you going, come back quickly, return An An to me, return my child to me! An An, An An, where are you, my mother misses you so much, my mother misses you so much......

Su Ranling felt the pain, as if something was about to break out of her chest, the pain in her heart was piercing, but she couldn't contain it, she tried to stop it, but she couldn't move because her hands were tied, she could only bear it stiffly, allowing herself to slowly immerse herself in this pain......

"Mom!"

A call full of immaturity woke Su Ranling from the diffuse of pain, and also made her feel uplifted.

"An An, is it you An An!" Su Ranling's eyes widened, staring at the expectant call in the darkness.

But it was the clown who came out of the darkness, and he was still holding An An in his hand, covering An An's mouth with one hand to prevent him from making a sound.

"An An, hurry up and let go of An An, you pervert, bastard, let go of my child, An An, my An An, Mom, Mom, Mom I'm sorry for you......"

When all the expectations and hopes were close at hand but she was powerless to save, Su Ranling personally realized what life is worse than death, she didn't want An An to be afraid, let alone let An An be hurt, she tried hard to restrain herself, but found that when An An appeared in front of her, she couldn't control anything.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ranling tried to calm himself down, although his face was already full of tears, he still smiled, "Don't be afraid, An'an, that uncle is joking with you, isn't his clown mask funny, will my mother buy you one in the future?"

"Mom, why are you crying?" An An quickly asked, breaking the clown's hand.

Su Ranling smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Mom recently participated in a stage play, and the director asked my mother to play a rabbit mother looking for a child.

"Then I'm the lost bunny?" An An smirked.

Su Ranling smiled and nodded, An An is fine, he is very happy, and he is relieved.

"It's time to meet, it's time for the little ones to rest. The clown suddenly spoke, picked up An An by the waist and walked out.

"An An, An An......" Su Ranling wanted to stay, but she couldn't say anything, she couldn't scare An An, and she couldn't let An An notice anything unusual.

"An An, be obedient, don't cry, your mother will come to you soon, you must wait for your mother, An An ......"

With the sound of the iron door, all sounds were isolated, and the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only Su Ranling's wheezing could be heard.

An An is safe, he seems to be fine, Su Ranling can at least put half of his heart, as for the remaining half, it depends on the contest between her and the clown.

Not long after, the clown appeared in front of Su Ranling again, and the strange laughter was still harsh, "The scene of the mother and son meeting is really touching, does Miss Su feel like her heart is about to break?"

Su Ranling raised his head coldly, looked straight at the clown, and said coldly: "Now it's time for us to talk about serious things." ”

Su Ranling changed instantly, but it was a little unexpected by the clown, "What do you want to say?"

"In my pocket, there is a towel stained with Zhang Zihua's blood, if you don't believe that he is dead, you can go to the news, or it won't be long before his body will be found, and once it is confirmed, you will also see the news that Zhang Zihua was killed. ”

The clown sat there motionless, as if speculating on the truth of Su Ranling's words, and after a while, he walked up to Su Ranling and pulled out a bloodstained towel in her pocket.

"Miss Su, I will identify the truth of this matter, in case I find out that there is a clue in it, what kind of consequences will you and your child have, I think you should know very well in your heart. With that, the clown turned and walked away.

"An An, give me back An An, give me back An An!" Su Ran cried hoarsely, but the only thing that responded to her was the heavy and piercing voice when the iron door was opened.

"Give me back the child, give me back the child...... An An, mom is sorry for you, mom is sorry for you. ”

Su Ranling fell into deep grief and self-blame, she regretted not being at the beginning, she didn't expect that her mistake would lead to such a consequence, she just wanted An An to be safe, she just wanted to live a good life with An An, why did she give them so many tribulations, why......

"An An, give me back An An......"

Just when Su Ranling was sad about this, the iron door was suddenly opened, and Su Ranling suddenly raised his head, staring straight at the darkness, and didn't even dare to breathe.

At that moment, Su Ranling felt that her heart was lifted to her throat, and she even felt that if she dragged on for another second, her life would end.

"Mom!" An An suddenly ran out of the darkness and went straight to Su Ranling's embrace.

The long-lost embrace suddenly came, Su Ranling felt as if her whole person had been reborn, she was happy, she was excited, all her suppressed emotions finally broke out at this moment, she hugged An An tightly, and could no longer contain her crying.

"An An, mom is sorry for you, I'm sorry for you......"

At this time, in another room, the walls were covered with computers, and each screen was staring at all corners of this mysterious base, and one of the screens showed Su Ranling's mother and son hugging and crying.

The clown picked up his phone and made a call.

"I need Zhang Zihua's latest news, preferably today. ”

"Missing?" the clown pondered for a moment and said, "I need to verify Zhang Zihua's genes as soon as possible." ”

In the small space, because it is impermeable, there is always an indescribable smell in the air, as if something has rotted, and then over the years, it gradually dissipates in the air, but that smell has penetrated into every corner of this house, every crevice, even if that thing has completely disappeared from the world, but it still stubbornly refuses to let its smell dissipate, as if it is to prove that it once existed.