Song Cheng walked up to Song Lingchen, squatted down, picked up the scalpel on the ground, and sneered, "Are you scared? Are you afraid of knives?"
Song Lingchen bit his lips and shook his head vigorously: "No, I'm not afraid!"
Song Cheng raised his eyebrows disdainfully, "Are you really not afraid? Don't lie! Do you know what your uncle is going to do with this scalpel?"
Song Lingchen turned his eyes away and replied, "Want to play a game with me? Is it the doctor-patient game? My aunt and I have played it at home... but the rules may be different. Can you tell me the rules?"
He was scared and nervous, but for now, he could still bear it.
His behavior shocked Yatong and frightened her to death.
I didn't expect a three-year-old child to be able to speak in the face of such a terrifying thing. And he spoke so smoothly. Was he stalling for time?
This child must have inherited Song Ling's powerful genes!
Song Lingchen blinked, "Uncle, please tell me the rules. I love playing games the most..."
A sharp glint flashed in Song Cheng's dark eyes. He sneered, "Song Lingchen, do you think you're smart? Well, considering your age, you're a bit clever. But..."
He paused suddenly, stretching out the ending.
Yatong's heart sank during his long wait, and a bad feeling enveloped him again.
Sure enough, Song Cheng took out a small remote control from the box and pressed it.
Then sounds began to appear around me.
It was the voice of Song Lingchen talking to Yatong when Song Cheng went upstairs just now.
Yatong's heart sank. This was horrible. Song Cheng was a pervert. He had actually installed eavesdropping equipment in this house. Everything she had just said to Song Lingchen was recorded.
I don’t know where he hid the speaker. The sound seems to be coming from inside the wall?
It's so scary.
She shook her head in horror.
Song Lingchen's eyes were filled with confusion. "Uncle, why can I hear my voice? Are you a spy?"
Song Cheng suddenly burst into laughter, pinching his little chin and gritting his teeth.
"Song Lingchen, how clever do you think you are? Do you think you can buy time by flattering me? Do you think your damned father will show up to save you anytime soon? You're really just a child. Do you know how much effort I put into making the villa look like this?"
Song Lingchen widened his eyes and couldn't help but clench his fists. His jaw hurt, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Song Cheng smiled again: “I tell you the truth. Here, I have carefully set up a shielding net. Do you know the shielding net?”
Song Lingchen shook his head...
Song Chengyin laughed.
"I knew you didn't understand. If you don't understand, I'll explain it to you. The shielding net can block the locator you hide in your clothes or somewhere else. In other words, within a radius of 200 kilometers, your father can't see the signal from your locator.
"This address is carefully chosen by me. It's very hidden. It's almost deep in the mountains. Your damn father can't find it for the time being. Do you understand?"
Song Lingchen clenched his fists tightly and nodded.
Song Cheng's mouth curled up with success, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge. He was used to thinking deeply about everything he encountered.
He thought Song Ling would carefully add a tracker to his beloved son Song Lingchen. Although he took off his small watch and small bracelet, there must be a locator hidden in his body.
Sure enough, his shielding net was not in vain.
Song Lingchen did have a locator on him, hidden in the button of a small suit jacket. He had one on every piece of clothing, which was a form of protection for him by Song Ling.
Not only did he have it, his mother also hid the locator in her clothes.
Dad said it was to protect them, so he got used to it.
His uncle's words made him a little worried. Without a signal, his father couldn't find him. His father asked him to buy time, but even if he did, he still couldn't find him.
My uncle is really bad, even worse than the ultimate monster in "Plants vs. Zombies"!
His little head was spinning rapidly, wondering what to do, what to do?
Song Cheng finally let go of his chin, waved the scalpel in his hand at the camera, and sneered strangely.
"Song Ling, damn it. Do you see what this is? This is a scalpel, the most commonly used scalpel. I'm curious, how would you feel if you used this scalpel to cut your son's delicate skin?
Oh, I forgot you're a famous surgeon. You handle this scalpel so often, so it should be numb, right?
He suddenly burst into laughter and turned around to stare at the poor Song Lingchen lying on the ground.
"I hate you, I really do. Every time I see you in the old house, I want to crush you to death. Don't blame me, only your damn father. Remember, don't be his son in your next life. He's disgusting!"
Song Lingchen bit his little lips, widened his eyes, clenched his little fists, but did not cry.
Song Cheng waved the scalpel, which was shining coldly, in front of him again.
"Don't you want to know the rules of the game? I'll tell you now. I'll use this scalpel. Are you scared? You must be scared, right? I know you'll be scared. It's okay.
When you are scared, you can scream and shout. When you scream, your father will hear and see. Did you know that your uncle will record this video?
Song Lingchen's small body began to tremble as he stared at Song Cheng.
"By the way, you will bleed later. Don't you like exciting games? Your uncle will let you see yourself bleeding. Is that exciting enough? Are you starting to get scared? It doesn't matter. You can cry now, cry loudly, your uncle won't think it's noisy.
The louder you cry, the happier your uncle will be. You are just a child, it is normal for you to be afraid when you are so young..."
Ya Tong couldn't bear to listen any longer. She said angrily, "Enough! Xiao Cheng, enough! You are too bloody..."
She felt these words sting her eardrums. Although she didn't like Song Lingchen, this little monster had just advised her to behave well when the two of them were thrown in. He also comforted her by saying that her father would come to save them.
He is small and looks so pitiful.
Her child was already lost and would never be born again. But she couldn't bear to watch a little life disappear in front of her.
Song Cheng suddenly stared at her, his handsome face still ferocious, and he growled coldly,
"Shut up! I'll operate on this little bastard first, and you'll be next! Wait, you can't escape from my grasp. I wanted you to live, and even considered bearing this all alone. But you showed me your true colors."
You are too selfish. You have never loved me. A woman like you is not worthy of my love. I brought you here just to torture you. If I die, I will naturally take two people with me.
He approached little by little, and Yatong's eyes were filled with tears. Her heart felt like it was frying in a frying pan. She couldn't even dodge or move, and could only struggle and shake her head.
Song Cheng squatted in front of her, his eyes flashing with smoky hatred, "I have tried my best in my life, but still failed to marry you. It doesn't matter, we can get married when we get there. I can also torture you down there, haha..."
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