Chapter 267 You're Finished

There was no blood in the room, so Louis probably wanted to find a good place to do it.

Oakley called up some of his men and asked them where they would take an old woman.

Younger Brother No. 1: "Just do it in the room. The police's crime-solving rate is just so-so anyway."

Little Brother No. 2: "Put the man in a bag, tie a rock to it, and sink him into the sea."

Younger Brother No. 3: "This woman looks quite wealthy. Let's find a place to lock her up first. Once we've drained all the money from her bank account, we can deal with her."

Brother No. 4: "Knock him out and throw him downstairs, pretend it was an accident."

"Okay." Ye Lin rolled his eyes at Oakley, his eyes clearly indicating that you are a bunch of useless people.

But they have a point.

Vivian and Louis have been together for more than 20 years and know exactly what kind of person he is. She must have a backup plan. Louis is not stupid either. Before killing her, he will find a way to deal with the hidden dangers she left behind.

He needed a space to force Vivian to speak.

This place is not too far from the city, is sparsely populated, and Louis is very familiar with it.

A place that others would never think of, but Louis is familiar with.

A place where even if one person dies, the police are too lazy to take care of it.

Slums?

Ye Lin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly picked up the phone and called Rebecca in the United States.

In order to avoid Rebecca from talking endlessly on the phone, Ye Lin did not give her a chance to speak and finished his words in one breath.

"Aunt, I have something urgent to tell you. Please listen to me first. Do you know where Louis used to live?"

Rebecca's words were stuffed back, and she asked in confusion: "Why ask this? Let me think about it. I heard him say it once when we were in love, um..."

Rebecca's brow furrowed in frustration at her nephew's sudden question. She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind. Too much time had passed, and after a long thought, she could only recall a rough outline: "Twenty years ago, he seemed to have lived in the Basili neighborhood. It's said his grandfather ran a candy store there. I can't remember anything else, honey."

"Basili district, where is this?" Ye Lin has lived in Rome for more than ten years, but has never heard of this place.

Rebecca on the other end of the phone wasn't sure either. "It seems to be in the northeast of Rome? There are a lot of refugees there, and the security is very chaotic. I've never been there, and I haven't seen Louis go back."

Ye Lin...

The aunt and nephew, who have only lived in wealthy areas all their lives, are both stuck.

fortunately,

They didn't know where Basili was, but everyone else in the room knew that Oakley's men had just gone to Basili last week to collect protection money.

Basili Street,

An inconspicuous second-hand car was parked outside a townhouse that had been vacant for a long time.

The driver lowered his hat and glanced at the steering wheel in his hands with disgust: "What a lousy car."

In order to cover up his tracks, Louis changed to a second-hand car halfway through the journey. He was used to driving luxury cars over the years, and his hands and feet were not used to driving a second-hand car. The car stalled three times along the way, and the kidnapping almost failed because of this broken car.

Ten minutes later,

“Ugh!!”

Vivian was awakened by a basin of cold water and found that her hands and feet were tied and she could not move. Then she looked around in horror. The room was pitch black, with only a faint moonlight from the window squeezing into the room through the rag curtains and falling on the moldy floor.

"Mmm! Mmm!", his mouth was taped shut and he couldn't make any sound.

She clearly remembered that she was at home, so how could she suddenly be here?

Oh, yes, Louis came to see her, they had an argument, and then... Vivian's pupils constricted, her body trembled slightly, and before she could think of anything,

A familiar voice sounded from behind her: "Don't think about it, it's me."

“Crack.”

A faint light lit up the dim room. Louis walked around with the candle. There was no other furniture in the room except the chair where Vivian was tied. He had no choice but to fix the candle to the handrail of the stairs.

While the wax was dripping, Louis apologized to Vivian in a dignified manner: "I'm sorry, Vivian, you know I don't want to do this. After all, your sister once asked me to take care of you. It's a pity."

The candle was gradually solidified by wax. Louis turned around. The dim light made Vivian unable to see his facial features, but Vivian knew that this man had gone crazy and had no trace of humanity left in him.

Louis leisurely squatted in front of Vivian, as if educating an ignorant child, and said patiently: "It's a pity that you are becoming more and more disobedient and have completely forgotten your sister's words."

"Hmm!" Vivian's hair was pulled back hard, and the old chair tilted backward, making a creaking sound under the heavy weight.

The person behind him gnashed his teeth and said word by word, "Your sister told you to listen to me from now on, have you forgotten? Vivian, you brought this upon yourself, you can't blame me."

Louis's face was grim. He let go of her hair and instead grabbed Vivian's neck with both hands, slowly tightening his grip. "How many times have I told you to stay out of my business? Stay away from Angel, and don't bother with Xavier! Are you crazy? Why would you bother with Rebecca's child? Do you want to ruin us?"

"It was you who betrayed me and allowed Xavier to survive. For your sister's sake, I didn't bother with you then. Twenty years later, you're still not honest."

The air became thinner and thinner, and the light in Vivian's eyes gradually faded. Her thin face was twisted with pain. She could not make any sound, only her scarlet eyes told of her pain.

"Damn it!" Louis kicked Vivian to the ground.

The last few seconds,

Louis reluctantly let go of his hands and stood aside, looking coldly at Vivian curled up on the ground.

He couldn't just kill this woman, because she was very cunning and she might drop a bomb on him one day and make him feel uneasy.

We have to dig out the bomb before we can send her off.

Louis put on gloves and took out a fruit knife from his backpack. The tip of the knife was cold under the refraction of candlelight.

He tapped Vivian's pale cheek with the cold tip of the knife: "Vivian, it's already this late, I won't waste my words with you. Where is the evidence you left?"

Vivian looked at Louis angrily.

Louis tutted his words and said helplessly, "Don't look at me like that. We know each other well. Tell me the location honestly so I can send you off in a dignified manner. Your sister is watching from heaven, so let's not make things too awkward."

Removing the tape from Vivian's mouth, Louis smiled. Without hesitation, he pulled one of Vivian's hands over, pointed the blade at her mouth, and said in a fierce voice, "It's okay if you can't remember. I'll remember for you. How about one finger a minute?"

The tape was torn off, and Vivian could finally breathe deeply. She lay on the ground with her mouth open, greedily swallowing the air, and then suddenly laughed. The sound was like a violin with broken strings, hissing and making people feel creepy.

She squirmed on the ground, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.

Louis' throat rolled up and down. He already had something on his mind, and when he heard Vivian's ghostly laugh, his palms couldn't help but sweat. He brandished his knife and threatened, "What are you laughing at! Tell me where you hid the evidence! Be careful or I'll chop you off!"

Vivian seemed to have finally laughed enough, and gradually stopped her creepy laughter and tears. However, she ignored the frantic Louis and turned her head to look out the window. There seemed to be unspeakable sadness in her scarlet eyes. She muttered to herself towards the window, "Sister, you made a wrong bet, and you are right, hahahaha..."

Vivian turned her head with a ferocious smile. Louis felt as if he was being stared at by a hungry beast and almost lost his grip on the knife.

"Louis,"

Vivian raised her head with great effort, her deep pupils staring straight at him. She said in a deep voice, "You're done. One day they'll find out. After working hard for half your life, you'll end up back to being a poor wretch in the slums."

"You're looking for death!"

A cold light flashed by, and the moldy wall was dotted with red plum blossoms.