The hard walls, the daytime lights, the afterglow of the electric lamps swirled in the shadows, emitting a colorful brilliance.

Click, click, click, click, click.

The hard metal slammed against the wall and made a screeching sound, in the empty abandoned steel factory, a mother and daughter shivered and curled up in the corner of the stairs, their dry and messy hair sticking to their already sweaty faces, the girl was covered by her mother and whimpered with tears, and her little hands clutched the corners of her mother's clothes, seeking comfort. Outside the window, the sky gradually revealed white, which was refracted in the window, and the dust in the air could be faintly seen drifting lonely in the air.

Click, click, click, click, click.

There were a few more regular beatings, the sound approaching, and the sound of heavy footsteps tossing and turning upstairs. The girl looked at her mother in a panic, panting, and grabbed the fabric in her hand hard, and the mother looked at the child and patted her shoulder comfortingly, revealing a strong and doting smile, and her black and white eyes looked at her mother's smiling face.

Hiss~ The sharp weapon slashed against the wall and made an annoying and disgusting screeching sound.

"Hello, my sweetheart, little darling."

The hoarse and low voice echoed in the factory, and one by one it swept into the girl's ears and beat on her heart, and fear took over her heart, trembling and shrinking into her mother's arms.

"Since you love to play peek-a-boo, then let me look for it, but you have to hide, it's not good if I find it, haha~"

"You say I've found you, how can I punish you? Well? ”

As the sound approached, the footsteps slowly walked down the stairs, the man walked extremely slowly, each step tormented the girl's young nerves, and finally, the man walked down the stairs and paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards their small hiding place, let out a mocking mockery, revealing that horrible and hideous face....

Whew, whew, whew, whew.

Xiong Ranran's face was covered with sweat, his hair was wrapped around his back and neck, his hands were unconsciously clenched to his chest, his thin lips were open, and he was breathing in the air, like a drowning fish, unable to survive or die. Finally, a tear slowly disappeared from the corner of the eye to the back of the ear, leaving only himself to sigh weakly.

Slowly opened his eyes, it was still the electric light of the day, and there was a colorful light around him, he was stunned for a while, and slowly sat up from the bed, his shoulders were strained, his head was lowered, and his supported arms trembled uncontrollably.

I don't know how long I stayed in this closed room, the yellow rosewood door was never opened, and no one brought a grain of rice, during this time, I went to the bathroom to drink water when I was hungry.

Got out of bed and walked to the foot of the bed, hesitated for a while, his thin shoulders suddenly trembled slightly, Xiong Ranran raised his face and giggled loudly, his face was pale but his eyes revealed unyielding strength, looking at the other side through the wall.

"Did you find out?" Zang Shao looked at the tough woman inside through the screen, like a thorny rose, delicate and noble but a moth to a fire.

"Young master, only some basic information was found, her mother died, her father was a soldier, 21 years old, he has not yet graduated, and now he is an intern reporter in the military newspaper department, and he just came to City B from City A a few days ago in order to dig up the news."

"That's all there is to it?"

"Yes, young master." Assistant Zhang was puzzled, even if a person's family background was innocent, it was impossible to explain the traces of his life from childhood to adulthood in less than two pieces of paper, unless someone deliberately erased something.

"Unless someone doesn't want others to touch that layer of hidden secrets," he said, holding his jaw up with his hand and gently touching his skin with his habitual middle finger.

"Who would his father, you say?"

Assistant Zhang didn't answer, usually the young master didn't really want to ask anything when he was thinking, and the young master himself would have the answer.

If this woman is an office worker with a fixed monthly salary from a general family, she should have been scared when she was first caught, but this woman's behavior was unexpected, she was very calm, as if she was prepared, and the observation environment was also very nuanced, she was very familiar with the monitoring equipment, and the whole person's temperament was outstanding, and she was not a person who grew up in a small family, who would she be?

"Assistant Zhang, you continue to follow up on this matter, let's go out first."

"Yes, young master." Assistant Zhang put away the materials and left softly.

Zang Shao turned his eyes and looked at the screen again, Xiong Ranran was already lying on the bed curled up and buried in his knees, his long seaweed-like hair fell on the white sheets at will, and the red dress was no longer as neat as before, and it was crumpled and gradually haggard with the owner's breath, and it seemed that the roses were withering.

At night, the sultry moonlight, Zang Shao walked alone in the yard, with a slight cool breeze rustling with the fragrance of flowers, refreshing.

"I want, you are by my side, I want, you groom me, the wind of this night blows, it tickles, my lover, I am in a foreign country, looking at the moon....."

A poignant singing voice slowly came into Zang Shao's ears, and the person who sang this song was surprised that every end note had a distressing tremor, and his legs unconsciously walked along with the song.

"Young Master, this..."

Zang Shao interrupted the voice of his subordinates and listened carefully to the singing voice coming from this room, "Where are you, seeing the dawn, blame this night, the sultry scenery, blame this guitar, play too desolate..."

"How long has she been singing?"

"Young master, it's been more than an hour."

"Open the door."

"Yes." The subordinate gently unlocked the door, took two steps back, and stood respectfully aside.

With the singing, Zang Shao stretched out his hand to push the door open, and what caught his eye was Xiong Ranran lying on the bed, his pale lips closed and closed, like a fragile porcelain doll, which would shatter when touched.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, not disturbing her, listening to her singing, my thoughts drifted somewhere.

"I want, beautiful clothes, for you, the mirror appliqué yellow, this night is too tense, the time is too long my lover, I am in a foreign country, looking at the moon."