It's still a familiar recipe, a familiar taste.

Ronan's eyes darkened and he fainted.

When I opened my eyes, it was Angela Lena's first perspective.

Directly in front of you is a brown staircase, the walls are whitewashed, and several oil paintings hang between the potted plants.

The view glanced to the right.

A blazing fireplace, an elaborate red carpet, small antique furniture, and a leather sofa that looks like a bargain.

Ronan preliminarily judged that this was Lena's former home.

Rich people, this is!

The sound of glass breaking came from upstairs.

The view looked at the ceiling and began to walk up the stairs.

Ronan only noticed that Lena was holding a teddy bear in her hand.

According to her direct gaze, she could just see the fourth step, indicating that the current grade was not very big.

Is there a secret in such a small grade?

The view came to the second floor, where Lena was prostrate outside the door of a room.

Only a two-finger-wide gap appeared in the doorway, and a woman's sobs could be heard inside.

Boom!

A muffled thud against the cabinet, mixed with a groan of pain.

Lena's gaze approached the crack in the door and saw a tall man.

A black waistcoat, a white shirt with vertical stripes, black cropped pants and leather boots, dressed like a professional elite.

The man had his back to the door, unable to see clearly, presumably Lena's father.

In his hand, he held a stick, a bit like a clothes rack, and cursed some nasty words.

Lena's mother couldn't see through the crack in the door, only sobs could be heard.

"You can't do this little thing, what else will you do except cry!"

Suddenly, the man glanced towards the door.

It was this glance that made Lena feel like she was frightened and fled with her teddy bear in her arms.

Trotting out of the hall on the first floor, he glanced back at the house as he passed through an iron gate.

She just hugged the teddy bear and left the house.

After walking for a few minutes, Lena got a little tired and sat down on a bench on the side of the street.

Perhaps because it was still early, there were not many pedestrians on the streets.

"Hey, sweet little girl. ”

Lena turned around, and a woman in her thirties was crouching in front of her.

Typical European and American ordinary looks are not ugly, nor are they good-looking.

She wore an orange-yellow polyester blouse and curly brown hair, and on the right side of her neck, several black five-pointed stars were tattooed.

"Look, dangdang. She was empty-handed, but she had to take out a necklace with a monk's pattern as if by magic, and shook it: "I've sent it to you." ”

Lina's vision shook her head.

"It will give you courage, come on. ”

With that, the woman opened the necklace with both hands, and forcibly took it despite Lena's objections.

"Look over there, UFO!"

The vision followed the direction the woman pointed, where was the flying saucer?

When the vision returned, the woman was gone.

Suddenly, the picture turned.

As far as the eye can see, it's still the same house.

Lina stood in front of the iron gate with her suitcase in her hand.

A middle-aged woman in her forties ran to open the door, her face facing the sky, her face full of smiles, and her face was wrinkled that could not be hidden.

Lena put her suitcase aside and hugged the woman tightly.

"I'm back, Mom. ”

The gaze shifted to the woman's shoulder, where there was a bruise the size of a half palm.

"Mom. Lena put her hands on her mother's shoulders and said in a serious tone, "Did that old thing bully you again?"

Lena's mother raised her hand and made a slap gesture, her hand froze in mid-air and retracted: "What an old thing, that's your dad!"

"Did he bully you?" Lena repeated as she pointed to the bruise.

"No, Lena. ”

Mother hugged her and secretly wiped her tears through the blind spot of her vision: "He didn't bully me, I accidentally fell." ”

The wrestling hit the shoulder with a bruise, and Ronan didn't believe it as a bystander, let alone Lena.

After a few pleasantries, Lena returned to her room with her suitcase.

There are many puppets of different sizes on the bed, which is very girly.

The room should be very lived, but it was cleaned quite clean and without dust.

Standing in front of the dressing mirror in the room, Lena has grown from a little Lori to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Especially in terms of mind, but it is a big cut away from his peers.

After a while, a quarrel was faintly heard next door.

Lena's gaze narrowed, and she crept out of the room.

She made her way to the door of the source of the sound, grabbed the doorknob and gently unscrewed it open, revealing a gap for peeping.

"Now that the industry is in a recession, do you know how much anger you have to suffer in the face of those stupid customers every day? Also, those more than 1,000 employees are waiting to start work, do you know how much pressure there is?

The man raised his hand and gave a resounding slap in the face.

Lena's mother leaned against the cabinet, her right hand covering her red face: "Hank, I know you're working hard, but today ...... Lena just got back. ”

"What about her coming back?"

Seeing this hateful man, dragging her mother deeper into the bedroom, Lena's hand clenched at the door frame.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and I don't know what was happening.

Lena's mother's head seemed to have hit something hard, and blood was pouring from her forehead, and she fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Lena's hand made a low creak on the door frame like a wooden bar.

Her eyes were warm and her vision was a little blurry.

Running to the kitchen and wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Lena pulled out a fruit knife from the shelf and returned to the bedroom in a menacing manner.

Boom!

The bedroom door was violently kicked open, just as Lena was feeling at this time.

"Let her go!"

Lena's father had just finished calling the emergency services when he was startled by the sound of a door kick.

Looking back, after seeing that it was his daughter, his strong self-esteem made him extremely angry: "Why did I pay to send you to study, but in the end, you still dare to use a knife at me? Come on, aren't you stiff wings, are you long-lasting?"

In the face of the aggressive tone, Lena stepped back.

The coercion that her father had long established in her mind made her hands tremble.

"Damn, you mother and daughter are simply virtuous, you can't put yourself in the right position, the economic pillar of this family is me! Without me, you are not any bullshit!"

Hank's words were filled with twisted pride, and he walked over to Lena to snatch the fruit knife.

Lena refused, grabbing the hilt of the knife with her right hand.

During the altercation, the fruit knife stabbed Lena in the left arm, and blood flowed ......

Hank snatched the fruit knife and threw it aside.

Looking at his unconscious wife and his daughter, whose hands were covered in blood, he inserted his ten fingers into his hair and rubbed them all over the place.

Like a manic episode, Hank screamed and pulled down the wooden hanger in the bedroom, causing the room to fall apart: "You're all going to push me, aren't you?"

Suddenly, the soles of his feet slipped, and a string of rope came out of nowhere around his neck.

The other end of the rope hangs from the fan blades.

Ronan saw it clearly, the rope flew over and wrapped around his neck, which was very weird.

Air-controlled?

"Hmm...... Ah......h

Hank was strangled by the rope, his hands clutching the knots to break free, and his legs fluttering wildly.

His face quickly turned from red to purple due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes were almost protruding: "Knife ......"

Lena finally came to her senses and ran to pick up the fruit knife she had just thrown out.

She pushed the chair over, allowing Hank to take a breath.

He flipped over to the table under the fan and cut off the rope.

After Hank was saved, he ripped off the rope around his neck and threw him on the ground and stomped on it several times.

He rubbed his reddened neck and gasped for air.

Anger is the easiest way to lose your mind.

The lack of a rope just now made Hank mistakenly believe that all of this was a trap designed by the two of them in advance.

His eyes were red, and he kicked at Lena's mother, who was unconscious, and scolded angrily: "Slut, you still want to kill me?"

At this moment, it completely angered Lena.

She grabbed the fruit knife and rushed at Hank's back......