Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The faint voice confused him, making his eyes straighten and gradually lose focus.

He slowly moved his lips and began to repeat unconsciously,

"Do things for my son"

"Yes, do the right thing."

The strange bloody eyes gradually dissipated, but his eyes became increasingly hazy, as if covered with a layer of gray.

He kept repeating that sentence in his mouth and walked slowly step by step.

"Do things for my son. Do things for my son."

He gradually walked towards the outside of the casino, heading in an unknown direction.

Tonight, Song Jing was beaten again.

The reason for the beating was simple - Liang Wenjing discovered his hidden snacks and milk.

At first glance, these privately kept items were not bought by Song Jing, but were given to him by the girl next door.

He didn't hand over such a free good thing to her, which made her extremely angry.

She made him kneel on the cold ground and slapped him wildly.

An adult slapped him hard, causing him to become unstable and hit the sharp corner of the coffee table.

The little boy lowered his head, and blood started to flow from his head instantly.

He said nothing, not even a word of pain.

His face was red and swollen from the beating, the slap marks were burning on it, and the sharp nails scratched his skin.

He lowered his head and clenched his hands tightly behind his back, hiding the two candies he had left and not daring to move.

An eight-year-old boy was beaten by an adult and had no ability to resist at all.

He was thrown to the ground and kicked hard,

The bones hit the floor with a heavy sound.

Seeing his half-dead look, Liang Wenjing became even more heartbroken and furious.

She started to kick him in the stomach.

"Bitch, bastard—how on earth did you, a fool like you, get born in the first place—"

"No wonder your mother is a prostitute. Look at how stupid you are. You know how to seduce others at a young age. Sure enough, you are your own son. Even the methods of seduction are exactly the same!"

"I really fucking want to kill you, why don't you go die, go die——"

"Snapped--"

Liang Wenjing was severely slapped away by a sharp slap.

The extremely heavy force caused her skull to crack for a moment, and there was a clicking sound.

She was thrown directly to the wall, and a nail for hanging things was inserted directly into the back of her head.

She opened her eyes slightly, as if she lost her life in an instant.

The back of his head was driven into a nail and he couldn't move.

The blood flowed out so quietly.

There was dead silence in the room.

In the living room, a man smelling of alcohol appeared unsteady.

He also held a bottle of wine in his hand and took a sip, showing an impatient look.

As if he was not the one who killed someone just now, he walked into the bedroom drunk.

And outside the open door,

Zhou Simin, who had just returned from get off work, was frozen. After witnessing all this, his hands were shaking and his face was pale.

Half a minute later, she tremblingly picked up the phone and dialed 110.

"Hey, police? I want to report a crime. This is Unit 5, Building 3, Guangming Community. Someone died here."

night,

The sirens of police cars rang throughout the neighborhood.

The prisoner was detained and shackled, still drunk and delirious.

The ambulance also came and put Song Jing into the car.

Liang Wenjing died, died on the spot, from brain trauma,

Song Jing fainted and lost consciousness.