Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

While Zhuang Long was eating, Heber calmly looked at his house.

The walls of this house are so white that they have been repainted at first glance.

The wall paint can cover the traces of sin, but it heals the wounds left by the injustice.

Heber stared at the man who was eating, and felt uncomfortable thinking about the child's despair when he was taken away from the house by the police many years ago.

After Zhuang Long had eaten, he asked Heber to take away all the tableware. He sat in the house alone and hesitated for a long time, but finally did not have the courage to go to the basement.

This night, Zhuang Long went to bed early, got up the next morning, checked the surveillance, and confirmed that "he" did not wake up last night. Zhuang Long sighed, washed his face, and went to the mansion next to Xiaoli to have breakfast.

When he returned home, he saw the rising sun and thought the scene was very beautiful, so he sat down on the lawn and stared at the sea ahead.

He looked at that sea, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, glanced at his side.

He didn't see anything, but he seemed to have seen something again.

It seems that many years ago, he also sat here and watched the sunrise side by side with a little girl. Zhuang Long squinted. The little girl whose voice has become blurred deep in his memory, could it be Xiaoli?

"Chrissy..."

He gently called Xiaoli's name, and his impetuous heart seemed to calm down a lot. He stood up slowly, chanted Chris' name silently, and walked into the house.

There is a devil in the dark, which is terrible. But there are angels in the distance waiting for him. He must kill the devil in the darkness to be qualified to embrace his angel.

Reading Chris's name, Zhuang Long seemed to have found hope for an instant, and he was full of courage.

He put on his headlight again, went into the gym, and went deep into the basement.

The wisps of light shot in from the big hole on the ground of the fitness room, and the basement, which had been hidden on the ground for too many years, looked a little dark, gloomy, and inexplicably chilled back. Zhuang Long didn't rush into the secret room, first observed the scene outside the secret room.

He found an electric switch.

Holding the idea that the underground light might still work, Zhuang Long pulled up the switch, and with a bang, the lights in the room came on suddenly.

The darkness suddenly brightened, and Zhuang Long narrowed his eyes before daring to open his eyes. Because of the lighting, Zhuang Long suddenly felt that the basement was not so scary. He grew bold and pushed open the door on the right.

After entering this secret room again, Zhuang Long was still very nervous.

He clenched his fists with both hands, and stood by the door, staring at the bed for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Long raised his right foot and walked slowly towards the bed. He exhausted all his strength before he walked to the bed.

Zhuang Long stared at the bed, obviously couldn't remember anything, but his head started to hurt.

He looked up around the room and saw the handcuffs on the wall, Zhuang Long subconsciously felt that they were the prisoners. And the bed in front of him was Robert's crime scene. Zhuang Long tried to sit down on the bed. As soon as his buttocks touched the bed, Zhuang Long trembled all over.

As if there was a big cold hand touching his head, Zhuang Long raised his head and couldn't see anyone. But he could feel that someone had touched him in this way, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Herbert, why are you so bad? You are not obedient, and Dad will punish you."

"Dad doesn't like disobedient children."

Zhuang Long was startled, who was speaking in his mind?

Zhuang Long sat on the side of the bed and wanted to escape again.

But the cheeks of Xiaoli and Zhuang Qilin appeared in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to leave the basement. Zhuang Long squeezed his hands into fists, his nails were not sharp, but they were inserted into the flesh abruptly.

Seeing that his hands were bleeding, Zhuang Long looked down.

The blood fell on the dusty ground. The dust wrapped the blood and turned into gray beads. Zhuang Long watched this scene, his head suddenly hurt sharply. The pain seemed to tear his head.

Zhuang Long felt suffocated. He gasped for breath, as if a drowning person was suddenly rescued ashore. Every breath was like the last breath of life.

After a few minutes, Zhuang Long's condition improved.

He gritted his teeth and sat on the cot. He yelled softly, "Ali." Xiaoli's face was printed in his mind, which made him courageous.

Zhuang Long personally handcuffed a pair of his ankles with his handcuffs, then lay down, tied his waist with a belt, and finally tied his neck with a collar. Zhuang Long has completely become a lamb that has been bound and has lost his freedom to be slaughtered.

He didn't know what would happen next. In order to prevent him from escaping later, he took the handcuffs on the left hand with his right hand and baked his left hand. After doing all this, Zhuang Long closed his eyes and lay quietly, breathing slowly.

He thinks hard, thinks hard.

The basement is very quiet, there is no movement at all.

Zhuang Long thought hard, trying to remember something.

Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, as if he was going to fall asleep, and as if he was dreaming. In a daze, Zhuang Long seemed to see a person walking in from outside the house, he was tall and tall, wearing a white coat.

He got closer, and Zhuang Long could see his face clearly.

It's Robert!

The handsome man bent down and stroked Zhuang Long's cheek with his hand. After a long distance, Zhuang Long could almost feel the breath of the man and sprayed it on his face. He was terrified, his legs began to struggle, but his ankles were caught in the shackles and he couldn't move at all.

Zhuang Long's muscles were shaking.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something, but couldn't say a word.

The man stopped stroking his cheek, he smiled, his smile was very nice, gentle and charming. But Zhuang Long turned pale with fright by his smile.

"Herbert." Robert whispered Zhuang Long's name softly.

Zhuang Long was speechless, so he could only stare at him.

Robert asked him, "Why are you not good?"

Zhuang Long was finally able to speak. He said subconsciously, "Daddy, I'm very good, I'm very good."

Robert frowned slightly, and he said, "You are not good, if you are good, why would you call the police? Herbert, do you know what's wrong?"

"Daddy..."

"Daddy, I was wrong! I was wrong! I will never call the police again, Daddy, I will be good, I will do what you tell me to do." The adult man, lying down On the bed, with a pair of eyes full of fear open, facing the empty room, he confessed his mistakes.