Thinking of this, Fu Xiuchen pushed past the security guard and strode towards the gate.
I pushed open the door, looked down, and immediately saw the bloody footprints on the floor.
His heart clenched painfully.
That was all his younger brother's blood.
Not daring to linger, I followed the bloody footprints.
Then they went upstairs, and the color of the footprints gradually faded until they disappeared outside Tang Yaoyao's room.
Fu Xiuchen clenched his fists, walked very quietly, and then stopped at the door.
He dared not act rashly, but he also dared not remain still.
He took a deep breath and reached out to open the door to the room.
He heard a faint sound of footsteps and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Tang Yujiao, who looked sleepy and not in good condition.
When Tang Yujiao saw him, she was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting him to appear here so late at night.
Then, lowering his eyes, he immediately saw the bloodstains on the floor.
The brain reacted faster than the body moved; almost the instant the blood appeared, a scream rang out: "Ah!"
Then his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.
Her voice immediately startled everyone in the villa.
Fu Xiuchen was worried that her voice would make the murderer go berserk, so he didn't dare to linger and opened the door to the room.
The room was pitch black.
Following the light in the corridor, I saw the switch, reached out, and turned it on.
The room was instantly brightened.
Fu Xiuchen looked at the bed, and that one glance made his heart pound. He walked over carefully, step by step.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Tang Yaoyao lay flat on the bed, her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream, without the slightest pain.
Her once pristine white dress was now stained with blood, resembling a blooming rose—a truly shocking sight.
The sheets were covered in mud, and she was wearing a pair of white sneakers stained with blood and rain.
The color was no longer pure; it was stained red with blood, and the soles of the shoes were covered in mud, a complete mess.
But she seemed unaware of what had happened, lying quietly and sleeping soundly, making it hard to bear disturbing her.
At that moment, the room was filled with the stench of blood, which made his stomach churn.
It took Fu Xiuchen a lot of courage to walk to her bedside.
At that moment, he was in a state of confusion, not knowing what had happened, and even unable to believe his eyes.
Tang Yujiao, who was outside the door, took a while to stand up by leaning against the wall.
Awakened by the noise, Tang Shengze saw the blood on the floor, his face darkened, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He helped Tang Yujiao in and walked in.
When he saw Fu Xiuchen, an idea popped into his mind subconsciously.
Fu Xiuchen had an argument with Yao'er, and came here late at night to kill her.
However, apart from the fish and water, there was no bright red blood on his clothes, and the footprints on the floor belonged to a woman, which disappeared at the bedside.
He frowned, looking at his daughter's feet on the bed.
He felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and his vision went black and then white. If Tang Yujiao hadn't been supporting him, he would have almost collapsed to the ground.
Tang Shengze rubbed his temples a few times, then asked in a trembling voice, "What... what happened?"
Fu Xiuchen's mind was filled with images of his adorable and considerate little sister. He never imagined that one day she would turn out like this.
Perhaps there's some misunderstanding.
"Mr. Fu, my daughter, what... what did she do?"
Fu Xiuchen turned to look at him, and in an instant, the collapse in his eyes turned into an unprecedented calmness and coldness. He said, word by word, "Not a single word about tonight's events is to be revealed to anyone."
Tang Shengze didn't understand what was going on, but he knew the importance of this matter.
He took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay."
Tang Yujiao's eyes flickered with shock. Looking at the blood on her body, she swallowed hard: "Was my sister injured? Or did she hurt someone else?"
However, Fu Xiuchen turned around, his gaze cold and carrying a destructive aura.
At this moment, it seemed as if if Tang Yujiao dared to utter a single word out of turn, he would render her speechless for the rest of her life.
In her sleep, Tang Yaoyao felt a sharp headache, as if she had just weathered a storm. She heard someone talking and slowly woke up.
Looking at the man beside the bed, she felt a chill, thinking it was a dream within a dream, and said weakly, "Big brother..."
"Yao'er."
Tang Yaoyao rubbed her nose and smelled a strong stench of blood.
She immediately perked up.
I sat up from the bed and realized that I was soaked all over. Not only that, but there was also a faint red stain, like bloodstains that had been washed away by the rain.
"What happened?"
When Fu Xiuchen heard her question, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Tang Yaoyao felt that all of this was inexplicable and carefully recalled what had happened.
I remember that after she brought her father home from the hospital, she felt very tired and went to sleep.
That night, I slept soundly without any dreams.
But how did he end up lying here, soaking wet and covered in blood?
Why is my older brother here again?
A bad feeling immediately washed over her, and she grabbed his hand: "Brother, has something happened?"
Fu Xiuchen rarely saw her so uneasy and panicked; at this moment, his heart felt like it was bleeding.
He was usually very fastidious about cleanliness, but at this moment he seemed to have forgotten that. He sat down next to her and reassured her, "It's okay."
"But why am I covered in so much blood?"
She shook her aching head, trying to remember, but couldn't recall anything: "Brother, what happened?"
Fu Xiuchen also wanted to know what exactly was going on.
Why did Yao'er, who was perfectly fine, have to go and stab Jin Cheng?
At this moment, she seemed to have no recollection of what she had done before.
She had never seen her older brother so flustered. He had always been steady and reliable, and it seemed that as long as you entrusted something to him, you could feel at ease.
But at this moment, there was panic and deep sorrow in his eyes.
She called out again, "Brother, answer me."
Fu Xiuchen grasped her hand in return: "Yao'er, do you remember when you fell asleep?"
Tang Yaoyao replied, "Around ten o'clock."
"He didn't wake up during the journey?"
She nodded again: "No, I'm used to getting beauty sleep, so I always sleep very well and I'm not easily woken up once I fall asleep."
"Did you have sleepwalking before?"
Sleepwalking?
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao did not immediately respond; she was lost in thought.
In this life, she has never had this symptom, but in her previous life she did have sleepwalking.
If she hadn't woken up and found herself wearing shoes, she wouldn't have known that she had sleepwalking disorder.
"Yao'er, tell your brother, this is very important."
She couldn't answer this question immediately. She pursed her lips and answered in a different way: "Brother, I had it when I was very young, but I haven't had it since."
She glanced at the mess of clothes and felt uneasy: "Did I go out to do something?"
Suddenly remembering something, she quickly called out to him, "Brother."
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