"Because the old man told us that as long as we stay here and create the illusion that we are dead, we can send you to prison. Then we can attack you openly..."

Someone shouted tremblingly.

Cang Chengye has been keeping in touch with the children and heard what the children were chatting with them.

Find all three generations of these people.

It simulated the cry of a child.

I created a bug and called the person in the basement directly on his phone.

One of the women didn't even have time to answer the phone before she heard the shrill cry of a child.

"Mom...Mom, save me! I'm in so much pain! Grandpa and grandma are not at home, and I don't know why I'm in so much pain. Mom, can you come back and take me to the hospital?"

Who wouldn’t feel heartbroken when hearing their own child crying?

What's more, it's the voice of a baby.

When the woman received the call, her heart was broken. She rolled and crawled to Duan Yuchen's feet, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Let my son go...let him go. He's still young, but he's my lifeblood. You can't do this to him."

She burst into tears.

Duan Yuchen looked at the whole person and paused for a moment.

That child was her son. When she was abusing someone else's son, didn't she consider the other person's mother?

Duan Yuchen didn't mind scaring her again, he laughed cheerfully.

He reached out and grabbed the woman in front of him by the neck.

It was as if she could feel the pain of the simulated child.

"You don't have much time. Your son's voice is getting weaker and weaker. If you don't tell the whole story, when you get out, you'll see your son's dead body."