"Who do you think it is among these people?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked directly.
Qin Nuo smiled and said, "Without the necessary clues, anyone could have this possibility, but if I were to say who I suspect the most right now, there is indeed one."
"There will be progress tonight, and that guy knows time is running out."
"It must be preparing something. He and I are just waiting for an opportunity."
Qin Nuo put away the two items: "Before that, I still have to deal with that scumbag father."
"That guy is very smart. If I don't help, you can't control him with your small body." said the Blood-Eyed Ghost.
"But no matter what, the neighbor's debt must be repaid, and only he can repay it."
Qin Nuo looked at the disposable cup on the table and said softly, "There will be a way."
…
Night falls quickly.
The mysterious and unknown night once again engulfed the small town of Younan.
On the dim roadside, a figure walked crookedly.
Qin Bei gulped down the last gulp of wine in the bottle and slammed it hard against the corner of the wall. His face was full of gloom. He raised his right hand, and his wrist was covered with dense stitches.
"That damned bastard is truly rebellious. He even dared to touch his own father!"
"If that devil girl hadn't suddenly appeared, I would have chopped him to pieces!"
The more he thought about it, the stronger the malice in his eyes became. The whites in his eye sockets faded away little by little. He lit a cigarette, pulled out a machete, looked at it, and then stuffed it back into his trousers.
Then, walk towards home.
"He should understand clearly that as long as I am here, I will always be the head of this family!"
The fierce night wind swept through the alley and rushed out of the alley entrance.
Qin Bei walked out of the darkness and first glanced at his neighbor's house. He felt a little relieved when he found that all the lights there were off.
Looking back at his own home, the lights on the second floor were on.
"Isn't that little bastard asleep yet?"
Qin Bei took a last puff of the cigarette in his mouth, flicked it to the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and walked towards the other end.
He tried to open the door with his key, but couldn't turn it. He cursed inwardly, "That bastard changed the lock!"
I went around to the backyard and found a window that was not closed, so I climbed in easily.
After entering the house, he was still worried, so he picked up a kitchen knife and walked into the hall without making any sound.
In the living room, a figure was sitting on the sofa, motionless, as if asleep.
On the cabinet on one side, there is a music box, which plays a kind of pleasant pure music that makes people relax their body and mind involuntarily.
Qin Bei came over with a kitchen knife in his hand, his body almost blending into the darkness, and there was a hint of viciousness in his sinister eyes.
"Since you're here, why not just sit down?"
"We are father and son, not enemies. Why do we have to harbor such deep resentment? How about putting down the knife and having a good talk?"
"Isn't it because of lack of communication that many father-son relationships are bad?"
As Qin Nuo spoke, he turned around and looked at Qin Bei, who was holding a kitchen knife and full of hostility. He showed no fear at all and smiled slightly: "Is that the truth?"
Qin Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly, "Little rascal, what tricks have you prepared to treat your good father?"
"Why do you have to think so much and think so badly of me?"
Qin Nuo peeled an apple and placed it on the fruit plate, which was filled with cut fruits. In addition, there were many exquisite and delicious snacks and delicious wine.
Ignoring the fruits and snacks, Qin Bei's eyes fell on the wine. He was fixed on it and couldn't move his gaze away. His throat couldn't help but move.
Pushing the fruit plate to the middle of the table, Qin Nuo turned and looked at Qin Bei: "The seat is reserved for you, don't you want to give it a try?"
Qin Bei sneered and tapped his right wrist. "You think I'm easy to fool? This hand is your masterpiece."
Qin Nuo swung his right hand, and the fruit knife instantly stuck into the opposite wall. He spread his hands and said, "How about this?"
"You are the head of the family, yet you are so cowardly."
"Is it my father or my grandson?"
A few words of ridicule made Qin Bei's face twitch, and the hideous scar on his face was wriggling like a living thing.
He licked his scarlet tongue, sat down in front of Qin Nuo, and stared at the wine.
Qin Nuo took it, poured a cup, and took a sip: "I'm afraid it's poisonous, so just watch it."
Qin Bei, who was addicted to alcohol, unexpectedly held back and asked, "Who taught you to drink?"
"Both my parents are alcoholics. Isn't it great that I inherited this good tradition?" Qin Nuo said with a smile.
"I'm sitting here, what next?" Qin Bei's eyes were full of contempt, but he had no intention of letting go of the kitchen knife in his hand.
"It's rare for our whole family to be together, so it's a good opportunity for us to get together and hold a family meeting."
Qin Nuo picked up a piece of fruit with a toothpick and put it in his mouth.
Qin Bei's face was just showing suspicion when someone sat down at the seat next to him.
It was Qin Feng's mother.
She grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and poured it into her mouth.
"You bitch, you're not dead yet?" Qin Bei looked at Ling Xia and smiled coldly.
"I thought you, a stinking bitch, had died in another man's bed?"
"You're a scum who sold his wife and children. How can you be any better?" Ling Xia looked at Qin Bei sarcastically.
Qin Bei smiled nonchalantly, took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Mom and I have been discussing something recently, but after much thought, I still want to wait for your opinion as the head of the family."
Qin Bei scratched his cochlea and asked, "Tell me about it?"
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