episode 47
I am the Lord’s servant; may your word be fulfilled in me.
My heart honors the Lord above all, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.
A virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel.
God is with us.
Saint Mary.
The Virgin Mary.
He Xun didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment. Every muscle in his body was trembling with his heart, and waves of fire were burning fiercely inside him.
They... dared to name this manor with such a sacred name.
This is blatant blasphemy!
The entire room was filled with surveillance screens.
From top to bottom and from left to right, the entire wall is covered with densely packed gray electronic cubes, emitting a cold, eerie blue light.
Each screen has a bright red number in the upper left corner, ranging from 1 to 100, representing the one hundred rooms in the manor.
Without exception, every single room contained a child.
There were boys and girls, and all the children were dressed in white wedding dresses that, while originally representing purity and holiness, seemed incredibly strange in this setting.
The sexy, revealing style, when worn by children who are not of the appropriate age, creates an indescribable distortion and dissonance.
Men—He Xun will still refer to these beasts as people for now—the figures of men filled most of the screen.
The children's expressions were numb; most were pinned to the bed, while a few were being forced to entertain guests in a humiliating manner.
The older children remained relatively calm, but the younger children's innocent faces clearly showed signs of tension and terror. The ripped, bright red blood flowed all over the bed, and they cried as they ran around the room.
Those men leisurely hunted their prey, finding amusement in its dying struggles.
The children in the empty rooms huddled in the corners, hugging their legs and hanging their heads. Their expressions were not visible on the monitor; only their scarred, frail arms trembling could be seen.
With the last shred of reason remaining, He Xun analyzed the commonalities among these children.
Without exception, they were all beautiful, delicate-looking, and underage.
He Xun could recognize most of the men's faces. There were too many, too many public figures, so many that he couldn't count them all: celebrities, singers, actors, entrepreneurs... even athletes.
Regardless of their public image—whether they are kind, warm, sunny, compassionate, or composed—they are guests of this manor, and they brazenly gather here to sexually oppress minors.
Among these people were fat and thin, tall and short, some with good looks and some with ugly looks, but in He Xun's eyes there was no difference; they were all ugly, greedy, and ferocious skeletons.
The name of the manor, its gates, the round table in the hall, and the magnificent staircase—everything here is merely a fig leaf for their atrocities. These billionaires are not merely indulging in carnal revelry; rather, it's a symbol of their unbridled and arbitrary control over their power within this manor.
Sex has become a symbolic tool for them, and these children are the most convenient one.
Of all the hundred surveillance screens, what horrified and angered He Xun the most was that the slightly older girl on the top left screen was sporting a very large, round belly...!
She was tied to the bed, the ropes tightening around her neck, and a clear look of pain appeared on her face. She clung tightly to the headboard, her pupils wide open, her mouth agape, as if screaming, like a fish out of breath.
What was she saying? Maybe she said nothing at all, just cried out in a hoarse voice, or she might be begging for mercy from a bald man who was clearly old enough to be her father.
Although he couldn't hear any sound through the electronic screen, He Xun felt it was deafening.
He knew nothing about how many years the manor had been built, how long these children had been trapped here, how many of them had been forced or tricked into coming, or who had brought them to this hell on earth.
In the prime of their youth, at the most beautiful age, they should have had a bright and promising future, but now they are stuck in a swamp of lust and cannot climb out.
Perhaps he will never be able to climb out of this situation in his lifetime.
They had already withered before the flowers were in full bloom.
"Welcome, this is room number 0."
The devil's voice rang out.
He Xun felt a chill run through his entire body.
Seeing him staring intently at the pregnant girl, Huo Liang chuckled softly in the dim light and said lightly, "What? So you like pregnant women playing?"
After saying that, without waiting for He Xun's reply, he continued regretfully, "It's a pity I'm a bit too old. There aren't many people who like this kind of thing. Those who come here prefer to play with younger girls."
"But younger women don't menstruate and can't get pregnant, so they can only make do. Actually, this one is quite young. I just tried it last week. What do you think?"
These words once again refreshed He Xun's understanding of the ugliness of human nature.
It turns out that humanity has never truly completed its evolution.
Especially the XY chromosomes.
He asked restrainedly, "Why is it called Room 0?"
"It has a good meaning; zero has infinite possibilities."
"Where did you get so many children?"
"This is our trade secret, how can I tell you?"
Huo Liang clearly didn't want to dwell on this topic for too long. He pointed to the surveillance camera and said to He Xun, "Come and choose your people. Any empty room is fine. You can choose yourself."
He Xun suppressed his almost murderous urges and selected a girl who was clearly older from the surveillance footage.
"I thought you would choose a boy." Chen Guangling was somewhat surprised.
He Xun chuckled, hands in his pockets, leaning casually against the doorframe: "Since we're already here, can't we try something new?"
"Yes, of course." Chen Guangling's sinister face revealed an ambiguous expression. "Then I wish Soren a pleasant evening."
He Xun glanced casually at the monitor screen on the wall, raised his eyebrows, and gave a half-smile: "Will I also appear on the monitor later?"
"Of course, we treat all guests the same."
He Xun sneered inwardly.
Treat everyone equally?
It's more like it's for keeping evidence of sexual misconduct.
He found it ironic that those people must have been brought here for a tour before they first entered the room.
Even at the risk of being filmed, preserved, and threatened, they still engage in stimulating sexual acts with minors here. It's truly admirable.
"Can I still inspect the goods? If they're not tender or firm, I won't do it."
He Xun scornfully picked and chose.
Huo Liang smiled knowingly, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You can rest assured about that. The manor will regularly change the stock, so it will be guaranteed to be fresh."
Soon, He Xun was led to room 55 on the fifth floor by a person dressed in a tuxedo.
He entered the password, pushed open the door, and went inside. The man in the tuxedo kindly closed the door for him and then disappeared into the dark, long corridor.
What came into He Xun's view was a cramped room and a little girl shivering.
The girl had a pretty face, but was incredibly thin. She was huddled in a corner wearing a revealing white dress. Her arms, exposed to the air, were covered with bruises and marks. Her skin was very white, like a lamb about to be slaughtered. The red marks on her body were the marks left when she hit the fence.
Hearing the door open, the girl didn't dare to lift her head, but reflexively scrambled to He Xun's side.
Her delicate but frail hands gripped He Xun's trouser leg, and she said tremblingly, "Master...you've come."
Owner...
The veins on He Xun's forehead throbbed. He suppressed the urge to help the girl up and burst out the door, and looked around the room.
The room was small, containing only a bed, a television, and a table without drawers. Several boxes of condoms were placed on the table. The entire wall was covered with dark yellow patterned wallpaper, and there was also a very small bathroom.
It seems the girl was confined to this room every day.
He Xun closed his eyes, waved the walkie-talkie disguised as a pen in the direction of the camera, and then threw it on the table.
He knew that Chen Guangling and Huo Liang were watching the surveillance footage intently, and he couldn't afford to give himself away.
Then he casually walked around the room, ostensibly nitpicking the cleanliness of the room, but actually checking for recording devices and hidden cameras.
He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that neither of these two things existed.
The girl was still kneeling with her body bent over at the doorway.
He Xun walked over, half-squatted down, held her arm, and said softly, "Get up first."
The girl trembled even more violently than before.
He Xun patiently reassured him, "Don't be afraid, get up first, okay?"
A cool and gentle voice rang out, and the girl finally raised her head tremblingly. When she first saw He Xun, her expression was first somewhat stunned, and then filled with shame and indignation.
She was stunned because the man in front of her was very handsome, and she felt ashamed and indignant because she realized that he was also someone who had come to hurt her.
She instinctively tried to back away, but He Xun grabbed her arm and forced her to stand up.
He Xun pulled the girl straight to the bedside. The girl's clear eyes flashed with strong resistance, but it was immediately covered by despair.
She sat on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and began to take off her clothes with a numb expression.
But the next second, the man stopped her.
She was taken aback, looking at the young and strange man in front of her with a rare hint of confusion.
He Xun read the emotions in her eyes, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He said, "Don't take off your clothes, I won't hurt you."
"How old are you this year? What's your name? Can you tell me?"
The girl stared straight into his eyes, and seeing that he really didn't intend to do anything to her, she whispered, "I...I'm Lin Huanyan, and I'm...I'm sixteen years old."
Sixteen years old.
She was only sixteen years old.
He Xun forced a smile: "Sixteen years old, time to go to high school, right?"
Lin Huanyan bit her lip, her eyes suddenly reddening: "If I were to go to school this year... I would be in my second year of high school."
Tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.
He Xun gently wiped away the tears on her still-childish face.
He felt sorry for the girl and even considered taking her out and sending her home, regardless of the consequences.
But not for now.
His purpose in coming here today was to find out everything about this place, expose the entire manor to the public, and then destroy it.
He calmed down slightly, suppressing any unnecessary pity, and guided the question: "Huanyan, did you come here voluntarily, or were you tricked into coming?"
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