Chapter 298 Are you satisfied with what you see?
A gray-black building loomed in the twilight. A "Keep Out" sign hung on the rusted barbed wire fence, but the chains had long been cut and hung limply on either side.
When the three got out of the car, their boots immediately sank into half a foot of snow.
The white breath exhaled by Meng Anran formed tiny ice crystals on her scarf, and she looked up at the outer wall of the building.
Those hideous bloodstains in the summer were now covered by ice and snow, leaving only a few suspicious dark red icicles hanging on the window sill like solidified blood and tears.
There was a brand new combination lock hanging on the iron chain of the main door.
"He's here." Qin Mu checked the lock. "Do you want to break it open by force?"
Meng Anran shook her head, took off her gloves, and blew warm air on the lock. In the mist, she entered four numbers—her birthday.
The lock opened with a click.
Kona raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The three of them walked along the dim corridor. Qin Mu looked around. The abandoned slaughtering equipment was covered with thick dust, but there were fresh footprints on the ground.
Kenai pushed up his glasses and glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner. The red dot on the lens showed that it was still working.
"He's in the basement." Meng Anran walked straight towards the stairs deep inside without any hesitation.
She knew Lu Heng too well, so she had specifically looked for Xiang Fu before coming and asked only one question - where to go down to the basement of the slaughterhouse.
The wooden stairs leading to the basement creaked, and the wall lamps reflected the figures of three people like monsters walking in the dark.
The iron door of the basement was covered with scratches, as if some wild beast had been struggling frantically there.
A faint light seeped in from the crack in the door, mixed with the pungent smell of raw meat and disinfectant.
Meng Anran took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
The warm air that hits you in the face makes you suffocate instantly.
In the flickering candlelight, Lu Heng sat at the end of the long table, with a bloody steak on a silver plate in front of him.
The knife in his hand precisely cut through the flesh, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the knife like a miniature sacrifice.
"Sister is always disobedient. I said I don't want to see you again." Lu Heng suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the tips of Meng Anran's ears, which were red from the cold. "Not only did you come, but you also chose the coldest time of the year."
The candlelight cast strange shadows on his well-defined face, and his eyes behind the lenses were like two stagnant pools of water.
On the table lay the amber bracelet that he never took off, shining with an eerie luster under the blood-red light.
Kenai's breathing quickened noticeably, his eyes behind the lenses gleaming with excitement. Lu Heng's thirst for blood far exceeded his expectations.
This is a new specimen of humanity!
Lu Heng had no time to pay attention to others, his eyes always fixed on Meng Anran: "Sister, are you satisfied with what you see? As you can see, I am a monster."
Meng Anran walked straight to the table and grabbed the amber string under the gaze of Lu Heng's suddenly constricted pupils.
Lu Heng's expression froze on his face, his dark eyes gleaming coldly under the candlelight: "Put it down."
"Okay." Meng Anran clenched the bracelet tightly and looked him in the eyes. "If you cooperate with Kenai's treatment, I'll return it to you."
The air froze instantly.
The candlelight swayed violently, casting the two figures facing each other on the mottled wall, like two beasts ready to attack.
A drop of blood slid down from the corner of Lu Heng's mouth, which had not been wiped clean, making a soft "tick" sound in the dead silence.
Lu Heng slowly put down his knife, his knuckles white from the effort. He stared at Meng Anran and suddenly smiled, "Do you know where this bracelet came from?"
His blood amber bracelet was different from the one Qin Mu gave to Meng Anran. Hers was made of natural amber, while this one was just an ordinary handicraft.
But for him, it is not ordinary.
Many people don’t understand why a person as powerful as Lu Heng would wear a string of worthless handicrafts on his body.
Although they look good, worthless items will make you look cheap.
But only Lu Heng understood its value, and Meng Anran also knew it - it was made of her blood, a true "blood amber".
"When you were ten years old, Lu Yi fell ill and pushed you down the stairs. You were lying in the hospital covered in blood." His voice was soft, yet with a twisted tenderness. "I collected your blood and made this amber."
I have been wearing it for more than 20 years and never take it off.
Meng Anran walked towards the stove, and the melted blood beads slid down her wrist into the cufflinks like a cold snake.
"One last chance," she said, her eyelashes still frosted with frost, "treat it, or I throw it in the fire."
A spark suddenly burst out from the stove, causing the blood drops in the amber to tremble as if they came alive.
Lu Heng's knife stabbed deeply into the steak, and blood splattered on his snow-white shirt, like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow.
Qin Mu's face darkened instantly. In this place where Lu Heng's violent nature could be aroused everywhere, he couldn't guarantee whether Lu Heng would suddenly go crazy and hurt Meng Anran.
He secretly took a few steps towards Meng Anran, ensuring that he could protect her in his arms in the first place if danger occurred.
Lu Heng's eyes moved slightly, but he quickly returned to his indifference: "Are you done? Give me back the bracelet."
Meng Anran didn't move, just looked at him quietly: "Lu Heng, I owe you a 'thank you' and a 'sorry'."
Lu Heng sneered, but inexplicably bitterly, "It seems you didn't remember what I taught you back then."
The eldest daughter always holds her head high and never bows down to anyone. She is qualified to apologize to everyone and is worthy of everyone's efforts.
It's a very biased theory, but it's what Meng Anran should be like in Lu Heng's mind - she will always be the unique existence in his heart that deserves all the good things.
Meng Anran clenched her teeth, but couldn't help the sour feeling in her nose. A layer of mist covered her eyes. "I won't bow my head. I still hate you so much. I hate your self-righteousness, I hate your self-will, I hate your arrogance, and I also hate the fact that you are giving up on yourself now."
Lu Heng's breathing barely registered for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkening as he said coldly, "Who allowed you to cry? You're even weaker than when you were a kid."
Although he pretended to be cold and hard, the slight tremor and helplessness in his voice were still captured.
Qin Mu relaxed. He didn't believe that Lu Heng would hurt An Xiaoran.
"Brother..." A tear fell from the corner of Meng Anran's eye. She looked at Lu Heng with tears in her eyes. The flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes was like a swaying flower. "Come back with me, okay?"
Lu Heng's pupils trembled suddenly, and his blood suddenly rushed up. He covered his chest and spit out blood uncontrollably.
"Lu Heng!"
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