Lu Zhiwei's hatred was constantly aroused by her.
Anger surged within him, and he could no longer control it.
She was breathing heavily, and pushed the knife a little further in.
"Lu Zhiwei, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely beat you. Whether it's family, love, or career, I will be happier and more successful than you."
This was her greatest wish before she died.
What she could never accomplish in this life, she could only hope for in the next.
"Ha, in the next life you won't be you, and I won't be me. I just hope I never meet a scumbag like you again."
Lu Zhiwei had no idea how much she regretted it.
If she hadn't been so captivated by Shen Jinmo's good looks that she foolishly saved him and then chose to marry into the Shen family out of gratitude.
Perhaps she really didn't harbor so much hatred towards Shen Shuyuan.
The one who is truly at fault is herself.
"Hahaha..." Song Anran laughed, confused. "Why aren't you making a move yet? Hurry up! What are you dawdling about? Lu Zhiwei, you're not going to soften your heart again, are you?"
Lu Zhiwei gritted her teeth, but her hand holding the knife did not move it any further.
She has never actually killed anyone.
She is fundamentally different from Song Anran, that serial killer.
"Did I guess right? Killing is actually quite enjoyable. When I killed your grandmother, I felt an indescribable pleasure. And when Old Mrs. Shen breathed her last, I was overjoyed. Come on, let me teach you. Cut hard in this spot."
Song Anran gripped the blade and moved it toward her carotid artery.
The hatred that had been building up in Lu Zhiwei's chest reached its peak.
"Shen Shuyuan! Go to hell!"
Lu Zhiwei closed her eyes and pulled the knife away from her neck.
Blood splattered all over Lu Zhiwei's face.
Song Anran felt a sharp, stabbing pain, but it wasn't the kind that would kill her.
She touched her neck.
There was only a bloody mark on his neck from the knife; no artery was damaged.
Lu Zhiwei controlled the force well.
This stab won't kill you.
"Why?" Song Anran looked at her in disbelief.
Lu Zhiwei gripped the knife and turned her back: "Your crimes will be punished by law. Didn't what you just said force me to kill you myself? If I kill you myself, I will be guilty."
Even if you die, you'll drag me down with you. This is your only chance to bring me down. Is that right, Shen Shuyuan?
Song Anran opened her eyes wide.
How could she even think of that?
Lu Zhiwei gripped the knife and walked towards the cabinet not far away.
There was a cell phone there.
If she wasn't mistaken, there must be a reason why the phone was placed so high.
Walk toward the phone.
Song Anran panicked and stumbled off the bed to fight her for the phone.
She is currently extremely weak and cannot keep up with Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei took her phone down from the cabinet.
Sure enough, the phone was recording the screen.
Today, Song Anran died here. Every move Lu Zhiwei made to kill her will be recorded. When the police search the basement, they will definitely find this phone and retrieve the video recording.
Song Anran has been brought to justice for her crimes and deserves her punishment.
But afterwards, Lu Zhiwei became the next judge under the law.
Lu Zhiwei fiddled with her phone, looking at Song Anran with a half-smile: "When it comes to intelligence, you're really a step behind me. My investigative skills are the result of professional training."
Song Anran slumped to the ground, leaning weakly against the edge of the bed. "This hidden door is made of special steel, it's indestructible. As long as Su Ziheng doesn't open it, no one can open it. The police can't get in, and we can't get out. In three days, we'll starve to death here."
Lu Zhiwei! To be honest, you are the enemy I admire most in my life, and also the most powerful enemy I have ever encountered. If we die together, I feel that my life will have no regrets.
"Forget about it. I won't die with someone like you. You don't deserve it."
Lu Zhiwei picked up her phone, wanting to communicate with the police outside.
They discovered that the enclosed basement had no signal at all; they couldn't make calls or send messages.
She did not sit idly by and wait for her fate.
Holding the knife in his hand, he chiseled around the wall to examine its material.
The wall is made of ordinary hollow bricks, but there is a metal wall inside the wall, which is made of the same material as the hidden door. It cannot be broken through with knives or drills. The load-bearing walls are built at the four corners. If an excavator is used to forcibly dig it open from the outside, the entire villa will collapse if the excavator hits any of the walls.
It would be like an 8-magnitude earthquake; they would be instantly crushed inside.
Song Anran had just given birth and was feeling weak all over, so she couldn't stand the cold.
She then climbed back into bed, covered her icy body with the blanket, and used a piece of paper to cover the bleeding wound on her neck.
No matter how much longer she has to live, she will hold on a little longer than Lu Zhiwei.
She refused to kill her.
Even if she dies, she must die later than her, even if it's just for a second longer, then she has won.
Lu Zhiwei explored the entire enclosed basement.
There was no air conditioning, no ventilation vents, and no windows.
Since Su Ziheng chose to build such a place, it must be for hiding. He would never suffocate here.
Moreover, according to the designer's original design drawings, the basement was clearly designed with air vents and air conditioning holes.
However, in these areas corresponding to the design drawings, the designs have all been modified.
Lu Zhiwei pulled a white napkin from the table, stood still at the edge of the wall, holding one end of the napkin, holding her breath, and watching where the wind was coming from.
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