But my husband hasn't figured out what to do with this woman. At that time, my parents and I went back to the hotel early.

Originally, my parents' train had arrived at the city train station in the middle of the night the day before. I discussed taking my parents to stay in the city for two days, let them have fun in the city, and then go back to the hotel.

But my parents are worried about money, and they know that our little family is not having an easy time. So I was reluctant to spend our money, and as soon as I got off the train, I had to force me to find a car to take them back to where I live now.

My parents came to the hotel to accompany me, and I stayed for most of the month.

In the past half a month, my husband only dared to go down to the basement in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, and wanted to see the woman.

But for several days, because my dad got up in the middle of the night. And my dad likes to smoke. He couldn't sleep at night, so he sat alone at our door and smoked.

My husband was told by my dad to go to the basement. By the time my husband finally found an opportunity, it had been seven days since he last went to the basement.

When my husband went down again, the woman was out of breath. This is my husband's first crime!"

The proprietress sighed helplessly when she said this.

"Huh! A woman's life is really miserable. Just like me, when I was pregnant and had a big belly. But the man next to me is a beast!"

The proprietress continued.

"Maybe it's because of the first experience. Later, when I gave birth, I was in the obstetrics and gynecology hospital, and my husband was alone in the hotel.

That night, there was a woman who seemed to be in the shampoo room. Just standing on the side of the street, waving to the men passing by. My husband took her back to the hotel and locked her in the basement as well.

The woman lasted three months, trying to run away several times. Later, naturally, he couldn't escape the fate of death.

It was in my husband's diary that I found out. For four or five years, there were exactly seven girls who were locked in the basement by my husband.

And by the time I found out about this basement a year and a half ago. There was only one girl left in the basement. The remaining six girls, all of whom have died.

So ......."

The proprietress paused deliberately.

"So, I hate him. I'm going to get revenge on him. I can't tolerate a man I love so much to be a beast. He deceived me for so many years. I was wholeheartedly for him, but he brought home one woman after another under my nose.

So I locked him in the basement as well, and I chained him up. What he did to those women he used to be, I did to him.

He is a pet I have, and if I want him to give birth, he will live, and if I want him to die, he will die.

I told people outside that my husband ran away with a factory girl. All believe. Because it wasn't until later that I understood, all the neighbors next to me, and even all the relatives. Everyone but me knows that my husband is not a good thing.

They often see my husband flirting with different women. But they all lied to me, to me.

I said that my husband and the factory sister ran away! Everyone didn't even have the slightest sympathy for me. They think I deserve it, that I am too stupid, too naïve, and in love with a beast.

So for so many years I wanted to take revenge on my husband, and I kept him in the basement, and I used the same way I wanted him to deal with others. Am I really doing something wrong? I don't think I have one!