Bright lights, arrogant insults, cruel questioning, and... painful screams.

Everything is too far away, but it is close.

The man covered in blood reflected in the little boy's beautiful dark pupils, and the man's screams that he tried hard to endure were constantly lingering in his ears.

Jun Zhan finally understood what his father meant not to go out.

The cold hands blocked his eyes. The hand was trembling violently. Jun Zhan bit his lips tightly, and the smell of blood was filled with blood. On a cold winter night, he was cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The little Jun Zhan opened his mother's hand little by little, opened his eyes wide, and forced himself to look at the inhumane scene through the gap in the cabinet.

"If you still say it or not, where is your wife and son?!" One of them smiled and disdained, and asked with his feet crushed the man's fingers. He could even hear the sound of a broken hand bone.

The man who was covered in blood laughed softly, with a large amount of blood flowing on his forehead. The man who used to be simple and loyal and always smiled kindly now was particularly stubborn and his voice was hoarse: "I want to know, come here, come here, I will tell you..."

"Damn it, it's so troublesome." The rough-looking man impatiently grabbed the scarred man's hair, and his movements were rough and ruthless. He approached and asked, "Tell me quickly, where is it? Be careful that I will kill you directly."

But the man smiled strangely and opened his mouth and bit the man's ear hard.

"Ahhh!" The man screamed in pain, slapped the man in the face, kicked him away, and cursed in his mouth: "Fuck, I'm shameless. Since you want to die so much, I'll make you happy..."

The man choked with blood in his throat. He wiped the corners of his lips with his hands, smiled softly, and lay weakly on the ground, almost becoming a bloody man.

Jun Zhan's hand hanging beside him tightly clenched. He listened to the insults and the low sound of pain outside until he was almost weak and weak.

It's so cold.

The coldness was so cold that it was like a whistling north wind in my ears, and I fell into the ice cave powerlessly.

The little Jun Zhan was trembling all over. It was not fear, it was hatred, it was the kind of powerlessness that watched the closest relative die in front of him, but he was powerless, and he wanted him to suffer more torture because of him.

He hates that he is useless and that he is not strong enough.

He hated those people, and tortured the man covered in bruises as if he was looking at a clown with a proud look on his face.

The boy bit his lips tightly and curled up in the cabinet door. He could only listen to the painful hissing sounds gradually disappearing outside the cabinet door until he could not hear it at all.

There was only silence left in Jun Zhan's ears. The shouts and scolds from the people outside were almost impossible to hear clearly, as if they were coming from a very distant and far away place, extremely blurry.

Quiet,

Quiet...

The little Jun Zhan looked out from the gap in the cabinet door and could only see the man's cold body. The boy's beautiful and dark pupils stared at the picture blankly, with blood imprinted on his pupils.

In the messy room, the rude scolding, the man covered in bruises was lying quietly in a pool of blood, his eyes were open and unconscious.

Die with your eyes open.

This is the last scene that Xiao Junzhan saw.

From this moment on, Jun Zhan told himself in his heart,
Chapter completed!