At this time, a girl who was beating suddenly pointed to the floor and shouted: "@@#¥#%¥#@¥@*&!! ”

What's wrong? I was so fascinated by her stuff that I couldn't help but look at the floor in confusion - what was wrong with it? How come I don't see anything?

Ono was obviously looking at the floor as well. He didn't find anything either.

At this moment, I suddenly felt something, and nervously pulled my legs and ran to a corner.

Seeing that I made some moves, Ono also wanted to follow immediately. But she was helplessly surrounded by the "concubines" around her, and she couldn't move at all. I had to watch as I ran farther and farther away from him.

I ran to a certain piece of floor, tapped it lightly, and then pulled my hand hard at the edge of the floor, and pulled it to the side, and it was easy to pick it open.

Sure enough, it's my brother at the bottom. He was still unconscious, unconscious with his eyes closed.

Before I could drag him out of there, there was a loud thud on the wall next to me.

Tsk, is it too late?

I had to hide myself and put the board back on.

I heard a loud motor pull around me, and then something burst out of the ground next to me and jumped onto the floor on our floor. Then the wall seemed to burst open, and a lot of bricks smashed near us, and there was a loud "thud" sound.

I was holding my breath underground and listening to the movement from above.

But since the few loud noises just now, there has been a sudden silence above. It's so quiet that it's frightening. Just when I was wondering if my ears were suddenly deaf, I heard my uncle's trembling voice from above: "Huh? ”

No one responded to him.

I knew it was my uncle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. The crack in the floor, which couldn't have been smaller, didn't catch my attention. But it was this feeling of sudden attack that might strike under the peace that made me think of my uncle. I have to say that a woman's sixth sense is still very reliable.

The uncle seemed to take a few steps forward, but immediately stopped in place: "...... What are you doing? ”

"What for?" The contemptuous voice of the "favorite concubine" came from above, "None of you are a good thing, what are you doing now that I am dead?" ”

"What do you say that you can't die! Aren't you here for good? The uncle yelled angrily.

The voice of the "favorite concubine" was extremely cold: "Haven't you seen it, my corpse?" What are you still shouting here for? I'm telling you, it's no longer possible for you to keep me in your custody. Everything that happened in the past is over! ”

Seems to have a story? …… I listened carefully.

"Daddy is good for you, too? You are naturally adventurous, but you often act impulsively without going through your brain, so how can I feel comfortable letting you navigate society alone? Naturally, it's better to stay with me, aren't you adventurous? When did I visit the grave and open the earth without you? The uncle's voice sounded sad.

"Good for me? Are you embarrassed to speak up? Did you ask me how I felt about doing those things?! "The favorite concubine" doesn't appreciate it at all. After all these years, you simply don't allow me to have someone other than you to communicate with. Do you think this is for my good?? is normal?!! ”

The uncle's voice was even more reasonable: "I'm for your good, what dad in the world do you think can do what I do?" Willing to be with you 24 hours a day? I've done so much for you, so pure, so strong fatherly love. Why don't you understand! "Finally. There was a hint of complaint.

"Pure fatherly love?! Hahaha. Do you sound ridiculous yourself? Your so-called fatherly love has made me where I am today, and you still boast of pure fatherly love?? You still think you're great, don't you?!? The voice of the "favorite concubine" carried a hint of ridicule and a few traces of helpless vicissitudes.

"I'm not wrong. It's you who is at fault. Uncle just said that.

I smiled helplessly—this is indeed the uncle's style. It's just for yourself, and everyone else can ignore everything. It turns out that he can do the same to his own daughter.

The "favorite concubine" didn't seem to bother to argue with him, probably she had fought with him many times in her lifetime, and she had already died - in fact, this kind of person would never change for anyone, and all they cared about most was themselves: "...... In that case, what are you still coming to me for? Do you want to show your 'inclusive' fatherly love? Come and use your 'big heart' to save your stumbling daughter? I heard her cold laughter, with a hint of indescribable feeling, and I just felt a little uncomfortable listening to it.

And the uncle was quite happy to see that his daughter was finally "enlightened": "It's good that you understand my hard work." Don't worry, I won't blame you, just come home with me, you will always be my good daughter! ”

The "favorite concubine" didn't speak, the conversation came to an abrupt end, and there was no sound outside, as if the radio was suddenly taped, which made the listener feel very uncomfortable.

It's been a long time. I heard a few heavy footsteps on the floor directly above, as if they had deliberately stepped on the two of us: "Come out, you have no way to escape." ”

It's the voice of the "favorite concubine".

I replied angrily, "You can step harder, it's better to wake my brother up, and then you can both disappear completely." Then he thought about it again and asked tentatively, "Hey...... Where's your dad? ”

"What's my dad, I don't have a dad." The voice of the "favorite concubine" suddenly returned to indifference.

I shrugged, and was not interested in continuing to inquire - it was someone else's business, not mine.

Straighten up and go up, and the floor will be lifted open. As soon as I poked my head out, I understood why the conversation had suddenly stopped.

The uncle was lying on the ground at the moment, convulsing incessantly—he spit out a large handful of capsules that had been stuffed in his mouth.

"What did you give him?" I couldn't bear to look at him. Although it sounds like he has done something very straight and excessive to the "favorite concubine".

"Nothing, just his own research." The "favorite concubine" didn't look at him at all.

His own research? I immediately thought of the row of test tube racks on the second floor of the house, and the test tube that had been secretly taken out of my brother's side pocket.

"Come out quickly, the matter between us is not over yet." "Favorite Concubine" glanced at me with resentment, "Although I have decided to give up on her, it doesn't mean that I am willing to let you go." (To be continued.) )