Lin Pandi suddenly opened her eyes, and everything in front of her made her wake up instantly - Lao Tian's lifeless face was facing her, his eyes were closed, and there was a trace of undried blood at the corner of his mouth.
She screamed and rushed towards the door with almost all her strength, wanting to escape from this horrible place.
However, the door had already been blocked tightly by Lao Tian's brothers.
When they saw Lin Pandi rushing out, they immediately pinned her down like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, and then burst into wanton laughter.
"Old Tian, what's wrong with you? You actually let this little girl get out?" One of them teased, his tone full of contempt.
As they pushed open the door while laughing, they unexpectedly saw Lao Tian lying dead on the ground.
At that moment, their smiles froze, replaced by faces full of horror.
Several people were so scared that they quickly took out their cell phones to call the police, their voices trembling.
The police arrived at the scene quickly. They looked at Lin Panddy, then at Lao Tian lying on the ground, their eyes revealing complex emotions.
After all, just an hour ago, a tragedy that shocked the whole town happened in this small town - Lin Zhentian killed his parents in the street, and then chased to the Xia family and killed the entire Xia family.
The root of all this is said to be related to a woman named Xia Xinxin.
Now, Lin Pandi was also involved in this storm. Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul.
The police exchanged glances, knowing in their hearts that this case was by no means simple.
In the end, Lin Pandi was taken away, and no one knew what her fate would be.
Song Jiao stood in the void, watching all this coldly.
She smiled softly, turned into a wisp of smoke, and instantly returned to the town. The town at this moment had long lost its former bustle and bustle, replaced by panic and anxiety.
As soon as Xiaoling saw the proprietress Song Jiao coming back, she immediately felt like she had found her backbone and told her everything she had seen and heard.
Finally, she added: "It's really scary!"
After hearing this, Song Jiao patted Xiaoling's shoulder gently and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, take a few days off. I'm also going to a big city to check out the market, maybe I can bring you something interesting."
Xiaoling nodded and looked at Song Jiao gratefully: "Thank you, boss lady!"
On the eve of leaving town, Song Jiao took a detour, her destination pointed directly at the gloomy detention center. She walked briskly, a meaningful smile on her lips, as if she was going to a long-awaited feast.
In the detention room, Lin Zhentian and Lin Pandi sat side by side, their faces haggard, but their eyes flickered with different emotions. Song Jiao's appearance was like a sudden storm, instantly breaking the dullness in the room.
"Oh, it seems like you two are living a pretty comfortable life in this little world!" Song Jiao smiled widely, her eyes moving back and forth between the two of them, as if she was watching a good show.
Lin Zhentian's eyes immediately blazed with rage when he saw Song Jiao. He stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, and roared through the glass window: "Lin Zhaodi, find a way to get me out of here right now! Otherwise, I swear, I won't let you go!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao tutted her tongue in disdain, her eyes filled with mockery. "You've been sentenced to death, and you're still thinking of escaping? Well, I might consider retrieving your body and throwing it to some desolate mountain to feed the wolves. That would be a good thing for your life!"
"Haha, it really suits you!" As soon as Song Jiao finished speaking, her hearty laughter echoed in the detention room, which was mixed with a bit of madness and unruliness.
Lin Zhentian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He slammed the glass again in anger, but the thick glass was like an indestructible barrier, isolating his anger and despair.
At this moment, Song Jiao turned her gaze towards Lin Pandi, her eyes filled with both mockery and pity: "A day like this really suits you, doesn't it?"
When Lin Pandi heard this, she burst into tears. Her snot and tears mixed together, and she looked utterly miserable. She almost knelt down in front of Song Jiao, "Sister, I was really wrong! It was all my fault before. Can you please be magnanimous and let me go this time? Please, save me!"
However, Song Jiao just crossed her arms, her eyes cold and indifferent: "It's no use begging me, I don't have the ability to save you."
Her tone was cold and decisive, as if she was declaring an unchangeable fact.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. It's no use." Song Jiao waved her hand impatiently. "I will help you collect the bodies when you execute the death penalty. Now, I have to go and take care of my own things. Goodbye!"
After that day, Song Jiao was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, flapping its wings and flying towards the prosperous and developed city on the coast.
She opened a branch there, and the business was so booming that it was packed with customers almost every day.
She confidently handed over the shop in her hometown town to the loyal and reliable Xiaoling, and Xiaoling lived up to her expectations and ran the shop in an orderly manner.
As time went by, Song Jiao's ambition gradually expanded and she was no longer satisfied with the status quo.
So, she turned the main battlefield of development to the high-end market, which is full of challenges and opportunities.
Of course, she has not forgotten the general market. After all, that is where she started and it holds too many memories and emotions for her.
Song Jiao's design talent has been fully demonstrated. Her design brand is like a bright star. It not only shines brightly in China, but also goes beyond the borders and is sold overseas, winning the favor and praise of countless international friends.
Her name has therefore left a deep mark in the design world.
Lin Zhentian and Lin Pandyi, the two people whom she once hated to the core, finally met their end three months later.
As Song Jiao had promised, she found someone to collect the bodies and then dumped them in the barren mountains behind her hometown. It was desolate and silent there, with only the roars of wild animals and the sound of the wind to accompany them, as if it was their best destination.
When Song Jiao learned that their remains had been eaten by wild beasts, a bright smile appeared on her face.
That smile held both the joy of revenge and hope for the future. She knew she had finally escaped that dark past and embraced a bright future of her own.
In the blink of an eye, two years passed.
In the past two years, Song Jiao not only completed the last batch of orders, but also brought her career to unprecedented heights. Standing in front of the French window in her office, overlooking the bustling city, her heart was filled with pride and satisfaction.
"Tuanzi, let's leave this mission world!" Song Jiao said softly.
"Okay, we're preparing for you to leave the mission world!"
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