"No, my dad isn't dead, my dad isn't dead! I'm dreaming, I've always had a habit of having nightmares! Quick, quick! You guys wake me up, wake me up! I don't want to have this kind of nightmare anymore, it's been tormenting me for too long! I can't stand it! Quick, hit me, wake me up!" Zhuo Yifan roared at those family members, his whole face had become hideous and distorted. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several family members looked at Zhuo Yifan, who was incoherent and had a confused expression, and they all looked a little scared, and could only look at him motionlessly and roar in a trembling voice.

Seeing that a few people were motionless, Zhuo Yifan put down Zhuo Song, and suddenly ran to the family and shook wildly, begging with a full face: "Beat me, wake me up! Wake me up! I can't wake up myself, I tried." I'm begging you!

As he spoke, Zhuo Yifan slapped himself in the face a few times, then changed his other hand and slapped him a few times.

"You see, I can't wake myself up! You come and wake me up, hurry up, I beg you, I'm afraid that after a long time, my father is really dead!" Zhuo Yifan shook his family and said in a hurried tone.

"Young master, you're not dreaming, master...... He's really dead......"

After hearing this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help shaking his head: "It's not true, it's not true...... This must be a dream...... You are also in my dreams......"

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare us, you really aren't dreaming. Another Ding said.

Looking at the people in the rivers and lakes holding torches in the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa, and then looking at Zhuo Song lying on the ground in the study, Zhuo Yifan seemed to wake up.

"Dad, who killed you?Dad, who are you telling me?" Zhuo Yifan cried.

He carefully examined the wounds on Zhuo Song's body and checked for any clues left behind.

Suddenly, he found that Zhuo Song was holding tightly in his hand, and there was a corner of the page, on which there were two lines of words: "For the purpose of strategy, public is not as good as private, and private is better than knot; It's not as strange as it is; ”

Judging from my father's clenched fists, the page may have been ripped from the book my father was reading when he was tied up. It's just that the ripped book was not found in the study, and Zhuo Yifan speculated that the book might leave clues to the murderer's murder, so it was taken away by the murderer.

"The use of stratagem is better for public than for private, and private is better for knots; It's not as strange as it is; ”

Zhuo Yifan read it again, although he had read a lot of books, but he didn't know which book this sentence came from.

Looking closely at his father's wounds, Zhuo Yifan found that his neck was wiped by a sword, leaving a very long and deep wound, which shows that the murderer was angry at the time, and after killing, he cut off his head.

Then he saw that his father's only remaining neck had a ring of strangulation marks, which had taken on a bruise and a blood-purple color. On the beam above Zhuo Song's corpse, a rope as thick as a thumb was pulled.

Seeing the strangulation marks on his father's neck, and then thinking of the rope, Zhuo Yifan knew that his father had been repeatedly hung up and down on the beam before he died. He could even imagine his father being dropped and then hung up again before he was hanged to breathe, and so on and so forth.

The reason why this is done is not just to kill people for fun, but probably to ask for some information. And Zhuo Song didn't speak, so he was repeatedly hung up and down, tortured in every way.

What information did the vicious villain want to ask my father for? At the moment, in addition to the large amount of gold and silver treasures, it was the blood-drinking sword.

Could it be that he is forcing the whereabouts of the Blood-Drinking Sword?

Zhuo Yifan carefully inspected his father's body again, and found that there were several wounds on his stomach that had been stabbed by a knife. The flesh at the wound had turned out badly, and it could be seen that the man had inserted the knife into it and stirred it repeatedly, up and down, left, right, forward, back and forth.

That kind of pain was completely experienced by Zhuo Yifan at this moment, and he couldn't imagine his father's pain at that time.

However, Zhuo Song's internal organs are still there, and they have not been taken out like the second uncle Zhuo Ran. All limbs are also there, not missing.

The pain in his heart has made Zhuo Yifan temporarily lose the ability to perceive the outside, and only endless pain permeates his whole body.

With tears on his face and trembling all over, Zhuo Yifan put the mutilated pages into the pocket of his shirt, and ran towards the inner room like crazy.

"Mother, mother, where are you? Mother will be fine! Mother is fine!" Zhuo Yifan asked himself.

As soon as I came to the back room, I saw the maid Cui'er lying at the door, and there were blood stains everywhere on the ground. Cui'er's face was full of panic, and her former beautiful face was all distorted at the moment.

With an ominous premonition, Zhuo Yifan walked in with a black look in front of him, and at a glance he saw Mu Xuan half-lying on the side of the bed, with blood stains all under him.

Zhuo Yifan kept shaking Mu Xuan, examining her snort, and found that she had already lost her breath. And the blood stains are already a little dry, showing a little black, which shows that the fight has been going on for a long time.

And Mu Xuan has more wounds on his body, with multiple wounds on his legs and upper body. It can be seen that because Mu Xuan knows martial arts, the murderer did not kill her so easily, but fought for a long time.

"Mother, wake up! I'm Fan'er, don't you want Fan? Mother, you don't want to die! Get up and talk to the child!" Zhuo Yifan sobbed loudly, whimpering non-stop.

On the legs of the bed that Mu Xuan was leaning on, there were blood stains. Zhuo Yifan stroked Mu Xuan's hair and found that it was also wet with congealed blood. The whole head was on, Zhuo Yifan knew that it was the gangster who kept hitting Mu Xuan's head on the leg of the bed, and it seemed that he was also asking her for any information.

In Zhuo Jian Villa, Mu Xuan, his mother, is Zhuo Yifan's protector, no matter how big or small it is, Mu Xuan arranges it for him. No matter what trouble happens, Mu Xuan will excuse him and help him settle it. Therefore, he is also closest to his mother, Mu Xuan.

Now that his mother, who loves him the most, has been killed, Zhuo Yifan's sense of helplessness and loneliness that he has never felt before continues to strike. There is no love in life, and he has experienced it at this time.

After crying for a long time, Zhuo Yifan walked out of the back room with blank eyes and walked towards the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa.

He felt that his feet were weak, his head was empty, and everything in front of him was like a dream. Everything in front of him, he seemed to have already experienced it, and it kept churning in his mind. It was as if I had already lived once in my previous life, and then what I had experienced was repeated in this life.

He was puzzled by the feeling, strange and intimate, and wanted to describe it, but could not fully describe it. This feeling makes people feel reborn in a dream, and it is very mysterious.

"Young Master, the Blood-Drinking Sword is gone!"

Just when Zhuo Yifan was wondering how he felt, Jia Ding whispered to him. (To be continued.) )