Chapter 184
In the dark room, I couldn't tell the difference between day and night. I relied entirely on the changes in brightness of the monitoring screen and the time display to judge the passage of time.
Two days passed, half of the tea canister was gone, several bags of instant noodles were gone, and the house seemed to have suffered a small hurricane and was reduced to its pre-renovation state.
Still no spare key.
In this small area of ruins, only the sofa chair was still intact.
Song Zhou's face was covered in dust. He washed his head and face hastily under the faucet in the small bathroom, lowered the back of the chair to use as a bed, and curled up on it to take a nap.
He tucked the dagger into the gap of the sofa to prevent Lu Dun from suddenly breaking in while he was sleeping.
In the silence, vicious voices suddenly rang out.
"Old eunuch."
Song Zhou suddenly woke up.
Someone's breaking into the room?! Song Zhou grasped the hilt of the dagger and stood up.
There was no one else in the messy little room, and the door was still closed. He looked around and found the source of the sound.
It turned out that the sound came from the speakers of the monitoring equipment.
He looked at the electronic screen on the wall. The time in the upper right corner was a little after one in the morning. Two more people appeared on the screen of the Zhu family's master bedroom. They were Fu Weiru and Zhu Zangmo. They had returned home.
But the state of these two people is very strange.
Zhu Zangmo was wearing dark red pajamas and crawling on the ground.
Fu Weiru was wearing a bright red nightgown and sitting on the edge of the bed.
The surveillance footage was bluish and gloomy, and the two men looked like two ghosts in red.
Fu Weiru laughed and said, "Look at you, old eunuch. You can't even stand up while sleepwalking. You can only kneel and crawl."
Song Zhou was puzzled. Old eunuch? What did she call him?
And... sleepwalking?
Song Zhou enlarged the image of the master bedroom to full screen.
The surveillance camera was mounted on one side of the ceiling, looking diagonally downwards, possibly hidden in the central air conditioning vents. The resolution was high enough to clearly see Zhu Zangmo's face.
Zhu Zangmo's expression was dull, his eyes were empty and vague, he was indeed sleepwalking. He was mumbling something as he crawled, but it was inaudible.
Fu Weiru stood up, walked to Zhu Zangmo, and pointed at his half-bald head.
"Old eunuch, do you know? Before I blew Xing Yao to death, I told him everything.
"I told him—idiot, you're not Zhu Zangmo's son at all. He recognized you just to trick a loyal dog. Thanks to your biological mother, Xing Yuping, Zhu Zangmo has long lost his fertility!"
Zhu Zangmo stared into the void, his face wrinkled with hatred: "Xing Yuping...die!"
Fu Weiru raised her bare foot and stepped on Zhu Zangmo's graying head. "That's right. Xing Yuping rejected you back then, and you tried to force yourself on her. But she kicked you and turned you into a eunuch! Xing Yuping did a great job."
"When I married you, I told you I didn't care about the reality of marriage, that I was pursuing platonic love, and that my dream was to marry art. You actually believed me. You're so confident in your own personal charm..."
Zhu Zangmo's face was pressed against the ground, he was gasping for breath and struggling desperately.
Fu Weiru kicked him in disgust, and he rolled over and bumped into the door. He lay there for a while, then stood up by holding onto the door frame, muttering something, opened the door and walked out.
In the dark room, Song Zhou frowned as he watched: "What a disgusting couple..."
He pressed the remote control and switched to the surveillance footage of the living room.
Zhu Zangmo stumbled and crawled down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.
Fu Weiru followed leisurely, and when passing by the wine cabinet, she poured herself a glass of red wine.
Zhu Zangmo hunched his back, hooked his hands, and walked around the huge living room with gritted teeth, like a zombie eager to find flesh and blood to eat.
Fu Weiru swirled the blood-red wine in her goblet, "Old eunuch, do you think I don't know? Those female students you selected actually look a bit like Xing Yuping.
"What you've been bragging about—death inspiration, immortal works—is nothing more than revenge against Xing Yuping's youth by harming these girls.
"In my fantasy, I killed Xing Yuping over and over again."
"You don't have that ability at all. You can only knock them unconscious, use tools to assault them, and pretend to be capable. You're a self-deceiving eunuch."
She approached Zhu Zangmo and pointed at the dark window: "Look, they are coming to find you!"
Zhu Zangmo raised his head suddenly, his eyes rolling left and right in fear: "Here it comes, here it comes..."
Fu Weiru took a sip of the red wine in the glass and splashed the rest in his face: "This is their blood."
Zhu Zangmo let out a howl, fell to the ground, and rolled and crawled around like a rat looking for a crack to hide.
Fu Weiru laughed so hard that she fell backwards.
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Song Zhou looked at the strange scene on the screen and touched his arm, which was covered with goosebumps. "Why did Zhu Zangmo become so crazy?"
He threw away the remote control and said, "No need to watch it. Business is more important."
He turned around and stared at the ceiling. He stepped on the table and dismantled the crystal chandelier until only the tube remained. He didn't have a key.
In anger, he picked up the steel bars and smashed the decorations on the ceiling into pieces.
While demolishing the house, they watched Zhu Zangmo become more and more crazy under Fu Weiru's intimidation and torture.
It does relieve boredom.
On about the seventh day, with still no sign of the key, he reluctantly gave up and changed his tactics.
Digging the wall.
Using a dagger and steel bars, he dug a hole the size of a basin in the concrete wall in half a day, filling the hut with dust.
Judging from the material of the excavated part, it is very likely that the wall will be dug through in time!
He was full of energy and digging hard when he suddenly heard an unfamiliar male voice.
Song Zhou grabbed the steel bar and turned suddenly towards the door.
The dust in front of me dispersed, and no one came in. The sound still came from the surveillance speakers.
On the electronic screen, there are guests coming to the Zhu family.
Although they had never met before, Song Zhou still judged that it was Lu Dun.
Fu Weiru and Lü Dun walked into the living room from the entrance, one in front and one behind. Lü Dun was holding a gift box. Their postures were like hosts welcoming guests.
Zhu Zangmo came running out of nowhere, his gray hair tangled like weeds. He glared and threw his hands at Lu Dun, "There's a ghost, there's a ghost, Xiao Lu, save me..."
"roll."
Lu Dun pushed him out.
Zhu Zangmo fell heavily, his bones colliding with the ground, making a sound of dead wood, and he curled up on the ground groaning.
Fu Weiru quickly closed the door, took out her phone, and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Dun, have you seen the comics?"
"I see." Lu Dun put the gift box in his hand aside, gritting his teeth so that the flesh on his face bulged.
Fu Weiru's hair was trembling. "How did Chen He know there were seven people? And about the puppet...how did she know? This is really weird!"
"What the hell? There are no ghosts in this world! When this matter is over, I will definitely kill this Chen He!" Lu Dun's face was full of anger. He kicked Zhu Zangmo who came closer again away, like kicking a mangy dog.
Fu Weiru hugged Lu Dun's arm in fear, tears falling:
"At the end of the comic, I was drawn as..."
When she said this, she shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, slowly stepped back, and fear appeared on her face.
"Brother Shield, you're not really going to burn me to death like in the comics, are you?"
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