Odd Containment Specialist

Shirakawa looked up, and snowflakes seemed to fall from the depths of the ceiling.

He remembered that it was winter when he and his sister escaped from the manor.

Shirakawa walked to Shouzaburo and squatted down.

Shouzaburo was looking down at his cut stomach, and he felt an invisible pulling force, as if pulling all the organs in his abdominal cavity.

His expression was very wonderful, anger, unwillingness, regret, remorse, and hatred.

All emotions can be seen, but there is no fear of death.

Frankly speaking, Shirakawa doesn't want to waste words with this person, but some things, as long as they are related to Shirayuki, he is unwilling to let go.

Even if it is something that has been in the past for a long time and has no meaning for the future.

Just like reading the beginning and the end of a book, but not knowing the process, although he has always been with Shirayuki, he has never known what led his sister to such a fate.

Even if knowing the answer to this question will not make him feel relieved, Shirakawa still wants to know.

The only chance is now, and the dead can't speak.

"You have so many children, why do you only care so much about Bai Xue's?" Bai He asked.

Shouzaburo didn't say anything, but raised his head and stared at him viciously, as if he was the victim and Bai He had done something extremely excessive to him.

"What if I say I didn't kill that child?" Bai He said.

Shouzaburo's eyes suddenly brightened.

"I, my son is still alive?"

Bai He nodded: "Before you die, tell me, let's make a thorough conclusion of our affairs."

Shouzaburo chuckled, not a mocking and contemptuous laugh, but a relieved laugh, as if his son's life was more important than his own.

Bai He really couldn't understand why this man would care so much about a son he had never met.

And Bai He knew very well that Shouzaburo didn't have the so-called love expression for Bai Xue. It can even be said that among all the people who slept with him, Bai Xue was the one who was abused the most and the cruelest, and her life was repeatedly endangered.

So he was puzzled.

He wanted an answer.

"Is he really... still alive?" Shouzaburo asked again. He began to breathe heavily, and the contents of his stomach were constantly pulled out by a mysterious force.

"Yes, tell me quickly, you don't have much time." Baihe said coldly.

Shouzaburo nodded.

He also felt that he didn't have much time, and he also knew why Baihe suddenly told him this.

He knew he had no choice.

He knew that Baihe didn't care about his son's life or death.

The organs connected together, in large pieces, all leaked out.

Shouzaburo felt that his stomach was empty, just like a pregnant woman giving birth to a fetus.

But at this moment, his mind was extremely clear, and even the time in his body was infinitely stretched.

The scenes that he had experienced, and always wanted to recall, but could not remember no matter what, those very vague pasts, all became clear at this moment.

He remembered that he kept whipping the skinny girl with a whip, and her bright red blood was stained on the end of her long white hair.

The girl cried, but her eyes were fixed on the window of the villa, never leaving.

He remembered that he fed her with dog food for a month, and made her learn to bark like a dog every day to get food. He remembered that he cleverly broke her legs and lied to her that she would never stand up in this life.

After she tried to escape, he abused her with the most brutal behavior, but she never lived up to his expectations, always with that look in her eyes!

Other women would obey in a month, and if they were disciplined with violence, the time would be shorter. No matter how proud a boy or girl is, when they are brought into the Naganuma family, they will slowly treat themselves as a tool.

Just like him in the past...

But Bai Xue is different.

She thinks about running away all the time.

No matter how gentle he is to her, she will always look at the sky outside the manor.

No matter how cruelly he abuses her, she will not give up the idea of ​​running away.

"I knew it long ago. She had been waiting for that time.

When she was seven months pregnant, I thought she would not run away. But when she was eight months old, she actually ran away!

Haha, she ran away!

I knew it! I should have known it long ago!"

Suzaburo laughed tremblingly, tears streaming down his face excitedly, his face full of longing, jealousy, relief and satisfaction.

Baihe frowned and looked at the crazy man in front of him in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you ask me?

I have always wanted to be a good father.

But I can't let my child be like me."

Suzaburo's cheek muscles twitched, his pupils shrank chaotically, and his body muscles spasmed due to heavy blood loss.

But he continued to say:

"Shirayuki is different from you, she is different from everyone else... Only Shirayuki, only Shirayuki, can give birth to a child like that.

No matter what happens, she always has that look in her eyes. Her child will never be like me... It must be a very good child."

Baihe looked at the crazy man in silence.

He understood that there was no need to ask any more questions.

It was over.

Juzaburo seemed to not care about his body at all. He raised his head, and his eyes seemed to penetrate into a distant place.

"My son--"

Naganuma Juzaburo exhaled the last breath of air in his lungs, and the last sound was drawn out.

The next second, there was a dull sound, like diarrhea, and the heart, internal organs, kidneys, everything was pulled out of the wound in one breath.

The snow on the ceiling was still falling slowly, and a piece of bright red flesh and blood was steaming on the thin snow.

Baihe looked at the steaming internal organs, trembling with his only remaining arm, and stood up with difficulty by holding the wall.

That day, he held Baixue and walked from the sewer to the end of the city.

Baixue's blood was steaming on the snow, and the city's sewage was constantly discharged from the ditch, washing the white snow into a dirty gray.

The weak body was not enough to support the act of childbirth, and the ending might have been doomed at the moment they fled.

Just like Shouzaburo said, eight months old, he shouldn't run.

"Brother, cut my stomach open, I can't live... Take good care of him.

This Rubik's Cube, give it to... give it to him, tell him that it's his mother's."

Baihe can always remember that inexplicable last words.

The purple baby was only the size of his two palms. When he took it out, it didn't cry, as if it was dead.

"Xiaoxue... my Xiaoxue."

Baihe leaned against the wall, fell to the ground, covered his face and sobbed.

Baihe didn't understand.

All his sadness for Baixue was exchanged with the minister for power. The past sadness had been taken away long ago, but why was he still crying?

Was it because the deal was over?

Was it because revenge was over?

But even if revenge was so painful, if he had to do it again, he would do it again.

Not for anything else, just to get back this sadness.