Time Agent: Brother, this pot is a bit heavy!

Four days ago.

Qin Xiangxiang put his satchel on the entrance and walked upstairs quickly.

"Dad, I want to talk to you about something.

There was no one upstairs, and she remembered that Qin Weizhong usually liked to stay alone in the basement, so she turned around and went downstairs.

"Dad?"

Qin Xiangxiang was a little suspicious when he saw that the basement door was open.

When Qin Weizhong stayed in the basement, he always liked to lock the door, but today...

Qin Xiangxiang knew that Qin Weizhong's occupation was to make some experimental specimens for school teachers to teach, or to make some props for the filming of the crew.

However, she never knew about the process and the final product of these things, and she had never seen them.

For as long as she can remember, Qin Weizhong likes to stay alone in this basement.

This basement is like Qin Weizhong's private domain, and no one is allowed to enter or touch it.

Even Qin Xiangxiang's mother.

At first, Qin Xiangxiang's mother comforted herself on the grounds that Qin Weizhong was quiet and withdrawn, and he should have his own private domain, but later...

With the increase in cases of basement imprisonment and cave imprisonment in the news...

The fear in Qin Xiangxiang's mother's heart began to grow.

Suspicion just keeps accumulating, increasing day by day...

The newlywed husband, who is supposed to be the most intimate, has a private sphere under his nose that even he cannot enter.

He stayed in it alone, and he couldn't think about it.

Even after having a daughter, Qin Weizhong seemed to be busier.

This is hard for any woman to tolerate.

When there is suspicion in the marriage, there is a crack in the trust of two people, and it is only a matter of time before they separate.

So one day, Qin Xiangxiang's mother couldn't stand it anymore.

She filed for divorce from him in some frustration. His eyes were lowered, his long hair obscuring him, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After a long moment, he nodded.

Until his mother left home, he remained silent.

What is in this basement?

Qin Xiangxiang stood at the entrance of the corridor and hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door and walked in.

The light in the basement was a little dim, and Qin Xiangxiang's palms were sweaty.

She slowed her pace, walked to the bed frame, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and lifted the top white sheet.

The white sheet fell, and many stumps were swept to the ground.

"Ah~"

Qin Xiangxiang's pupils constricted, and his face turned pale. Frightened, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Fear made her elbow against the plank and move backwards a few steps, but her elbow touched a sticky touch.

She turned her head to look over, and saw a man lying on his stomach in a pool of blood.

The man's brain was dripping blood along his hair, drop by drop, as if it had become a red plum blooming in the snow.

Only then did she realize what the bad smell in the basement was.

It was the smell of blood in the air.

Her face turned pale, her fingers tightened, and she took a few steps closer to see the snow-white pearl necklace that the man was wearing around his neck.

This chain is a pair, and my aunt has one in her neck, and my grandmother has one in her neck.

And the one in my aunt's neck was originally given to her by my grandmother before she broke with her.

She lowered herself in fear, carefully sideways over the man's head, and with trembling fingers brushed the sideburns from the man's cheeks, the black mole looming out in front of her.

Out

of the corner of her eye, she saw a blood-stained David's plaster thrown not far away, reached out to pick it up, and stood up.

Footsteps sounded outside the house, and she didn't have time to dodge, and someone had already walked in.

"Who let you in?" Qin Weizhong said angrily.

But when she saw the corpse next to her, she was shocked.

It's...

His body trembled slightly.

Qin Weizhong glanced at Qin Xiangxiang expressionlessly, then came to the deceased and turned the person over.

The visitor's eyes were closed, and he was already dying.

Qin Weizhong stretched out his hand to wipe the blood off the man's face, and when he saw the big black mole on the man's face, he was shocked.

He frowned and looked at Qin Xiangxiang abruptly.

Why is she here?

"Dad..."

Qin Xiangxiang's fingers tightened, and he lowered his head according to Qin Weizhong's gaze, only then did he remember that he was still holding a bloodstained David sculpture in his hand, and he panicked and threw it aside.

Qin Xiangxiang moved his lower lip, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the red liquid on Qin Weizhong's body, he was silent.

The basement had always been my father's private domain, and no one else would have come in without his permission, and my aunt happened to die in the basement.

Such a coincidence made Qin Xiangxiang have to doubt his father in front of him...

A chill instantly spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body, and she felt so cold.

The grip under his feet disappeared at some point, Qin Xiangxiang lowered his hand and took a step closer hesitantly.

She stretched out her hand to the corpse on the ground and stumbled and asked, "Dad...... Maternal aunt...... Auntie, grandmother, her...

Qin Xiangxiang's eyes were complicated when she looked at her father, because she didn't believe that her father would kill people.

Qin Weizhong suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes full of indifference.

"You get me out!" Qin

Xiangxiang paused with a complicated expression.

She saw Qin Weizhong's expression condensed, she was anxious and scared, she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at Qin Weizhong, and finally pursed her lips and ran out.

In the bathroom, the water was running down.

Qin Xiangxiang's heart trembled, and he kept scrubbing the blood on his hands until his hands were red.

She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror, and spat out a sentence, "My dad, he killed someone." "