Bai Chumo finally raised his eyelids rarely, as deep as the eyes of an ancient well, soaked in thick darkness.

Yu Huaizhi is on point.

The slightly cool fingertips seemed to rub the chocolate ball in the palm of his hand carelessly, and his voice was nice but cold, "By the time he knows, maybe I'm not interested in her anymore." ”

"Tsk, that's ruthless."

Yu Huaizhi raised his eyebrows, but he was not much surprised, but more of an exclamation.

Anyway, this situation has not been uncommon in recent years.

A man like Bai Chumo, he thinks that in this world, no one can let him stop.

In Western countries, he is completely called a god.

People worship him and worship him as a religion.

However, after a long time, people naturally forget his existence itself...... It is the origin of sin.

He was silent for a long time, but Yu Huaizhi still looked in the rearview mirror, as if he had hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke up.

"You...... Don't plan to go back to that house to have a look? ”

The act of playing with the chocolate stopped for a moment, and his slightly lowered eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

I can't see the look in my eyes clearly.

The cramped interior space inexplicably exudes some oppressive and breathless atmosphere.

Yu Huaizhi pursed his thin lips, and a trace of complexity flashed in the originally cynical peach blossom eyes.

Long.

"Go." The man's voice in the back was still indifferent, he paused, and said slowly, "Eighteen years, has the blood all over the ground dried up, rotted, and finally disappeared without a trace?" ”

Yu Huaizhi didn't speak, turned the head of the car directly, and went straight to a certain direction.

Some things, after all, have been integrated into the blood and bones, like a sharp blade hidden in the flesh and marrow, and the blood will be churned from time to time......

Step –

The leather shoes made a dull sound as they stepped on the old concrete steps.

It was a secluded private house, either a villa or an ordinary residential house, with a small yard that was now overgrown with dead grass and covered with layers of dust and snow and ice.

It's hard to think of the warmth and beauty of many years ago.

Bai Chumo stood in the courtyard, looking at the unique house in front of him.

After the ravages of time, it now looks dilapidated.

Looking at the door, his eyes were dark without a trace of light, and he walked over slowly, and then pushed the door open.

Dusty sky.

A perennial damp smell hits your face.

The only thing I could smell was the blood that soaked the floor.

The room was messy, dusty, and full of cobwebs, and you could vaguely see how warm and peaceful this room was in the first place.

The walls and floors that have been dirty, and the large areas of jet black, if you look closely, you can see the red that shines through them.

Harsh, cold.

He just stood in the doorway with no expression on his face.

It's just that the originally cold and warm eyes seem to smell of rolling blood.

When Yu Huaizhi walked over, he saw his flickering eyes.

It was not that he did not see the situation back then, bloody, terrifying, and inhumane, and he did not come to his senses for a long time.

What's more, Bai Chumo, who was only eight years old at the time?

"Have there been any clues to the murderer over the years?" Yu Huaizhi asked in a calm voice.

This incident was indeed a sensation back then and had a great impact.

The tragedy that shocked the whole country, but because the Bai family was extremely influential at the beginning, this matter was forcibly suppressed and hidden.