At one o'clock in the afternoon of May 22, the interior of the Kashin Villa

It had been nearly two hours since the people who had gone to Butterfly Valley, and the house was much quieter now, save for the occasional footsteps of the maid and the sound of television shows.

Dai Lu was responsible for taking care of Mr. Shen Yayi in the room, and Cha Xiang basically didn't do anything, stayed in the living room to drink tea and watch TV, and just helped by the way.

Song Yuehua said that she would go out around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, so she was currently busy working in her room, and it was naturally impossible for Dai Lu and Cha Xiang to disturb her.

Aside from the space where the above people stayed, in a room where none of them could enter, a man whose identity had been stolen was slowly waking up. He was in a dark, enclosed space, surrounded by wooden planks, and the air felt foul.

The man moved his eyelids and found that one eye could not be fully opened, and was covered with something sticky, wet, as if it were half-dried glue.

He tried to raise his hand to wipe the foreign object off his eye, but his elbow only moved a little, and immediately there was a sharp pain, as if a bone or nerve had been injured, and there was no way to move half an inch at all. The man wanted to call for help, but only a faint voice came out of his mouth.

There was really no way but to try to move his other hand, trying to push the plank in front of his body away, but the result was exactly the same as before, the other hand was also useless, and the pain made every inch of his muscles tremble involuntarily. And the body is like a sponge, without any strength at all, and even looking up at his wounds has become a luxury.

Anyone in such a situation would fill their hearts like a rushing waterfall, so the man's slight moaning was quickly replaced by a low sob, at least he still had the strength to cry, but this small cry could not attract the attention of outsiders at all.

A strong sense of fear dominates the man's brain, making him feel that the end has come before his eyes. In the cracks of fear, hatred is also spilling out little by little.

'God is so unfair, why should I die in a place like this?' Shouldn't he be the damned man? ’

The man thought of the person he had been with day and night, and the beautiful 16-year-old girl many years ago, and he could never have imagined that after so many years, he would still be planted in their hands.

Is it because you are not smart enough? No, it's definitely not like that, the man desperately denies this idea in his heart, he feels that the reason for the failure is simply that he is not cunning enough for those two people.

"I'm still too kind, I shouldn't have let that woman go! If you had killed her directly and made her a sacrifice to the butterflies, there wouldn't be so many things now! ”

When he is sure that there is no possibility of escape, the man will only complain, because he has no other way to face the bottomless pit of despair and hatred.

His ears could hear the footsteps outside, but the footsteps could not be his salvation, so he could only let them go farther and farther away until he could no longer hear them.

"Even if I die, I have to find a way to leave something, Mr. Forensic will definitely come, I have to leave something for him?"

The man thought desperately, but, after a long time, his brain could not reflect what he needed, and the pain kept interfering with him, not only in his arms, but also in his chest and ribs, the bones must have been broken, otherwise he would not have been able to move.

The only thing that can support him now is the planks around his body, which are both his cage and his 'companions' in his last moments.

Suddenly, a small firefly flew through the man's mind, and his mind lit up instantly, 'Yes, it's a plank, I can do it...... Even if he removes my body later, as long as the medical examiner is able to enter this room, the plank will tell him my tips! ’

'Huh! It seems that I am not wrong in my judgment...... I'm not as stupid as they think I am! ’

The man, who was proud of his last-minute idea, tried his best to move closer and closer little by little until he was completely attached to the plank on his chest, and then the man began to 'move'.

It was an act of hastening death, but the man was desperate now, though when he was alive, he was as afraid of death as a mouse. But now, when death is in sight, what is feared has become insignificant. Accompanied by blood and darkness, a smile appeared on the man's ugly face before falling into the eternal night......