In the huge living room, Luo Yan was the only one. She sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and silently took the teacup to the kitchen, washed it clean, then picked up the mop, mopped the dirty floor, smoothed the wrinkles on the sofa, and placed the pillows in the original position.

After doing these things, Luo Yan stepped on the slippers and went upstairs alone.

Two years ago, after the incident happened when my son graduated from college and went home, they moved to this villa in the suburbs.

The transportation here is not convenient. It takes nearly an hour to drive to buy things in the city. There are no scenery nearby, only empty fields, desolate and withdrawn.

Of course, the reason they chose this place was precisely because it was so desolate and withdrawn.

No one would choose such a place to be the head of the house except them.

Because of them, there is no choice.

There is no carpet on the stairs. Although the sound of slippers is not loud, the space around is empty enough, so it sounds very awake.

The curtains on the second floor were all pulled, and the air was a little cool, which made Luo Yan a little uncomfortable.

She opened the bedroom door and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is here?"

"It's my brother."

Compared to before, the voice seemed to have become much older. Luo Yan came to the bed with a little sadness and a little distress.

When I turned on the desk lamp, I looked at the man lying on the bed in about fifty years old. His hair was half white, but his skin on his face was dry and cracked, and if I didn't look closely, I thought it was wrinkles, my nose bridge was a little collapsed, and my eye sockets were deep, just like a malnourished beggar on the roadside.

But Luo Yan did not dislike him at all, because this person was her husband, Zhang Hong.

Thinking of her husband's energetic appearance before, Luo Yan felt even more distressed.

"Did you feel better today?"

"It's still the case. This disease is probably inherited and cannot be cured."

Zhang Hong stretched out his hand from under the bedding. The skin on his arms was drier than on his face. He was completely like an old man, but it was not yellowed, but it was very white.

Even more eye-catching is his hands, his fingers are as dry as branches, with no flesh on his knuckles, and his skin is tightly against the bones. In contrast, his nails grow at a very strange speed, three or four centimeters long, and they are gray and sharp, which makes people think of the claws of wild beasts at a glance.

"Why is it so long again?" Luo Yan took his hand.

She remembered that she had just cut it this morning.

Zhang Hong could only smile helplessly.

He also knew nothing about changes in his body. He had just been anorexia and felt nauseous when eating ordinary foods. He had also seen a doctor, but he could not raise his appetite no matter what method he used. Until two months ago, his skin began to change, and many doctors were useless. Whether it was blood checking or taking pictures, the diagnosis results were consistent: no lesions were found.

His body is normal, but how is this possible!

Zhang Hong, who doesn't believe in evil, even tried hemodialysis twice, but it was useless.

Finally, when he thought of his son, he finally accepted his fate.

"Xiangzi is shouting again, I can hear it."

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhang Hong suddenly said.

Luo Yan paused for a moment, looking at him with a little disbelief.

But the son's location...

How did my husband hear it from such a distance?

"Go and have a look. He hasn't eaten for two days since something happened in the Dawn Center."

After Zhang Hong said that, he closed his eyelids weakly and stopped talking.

Luo Yan could only sigh, turn around and walk out of the bedroom, and gently bring it to the door.

Looking at the dim corridor, she felt that the sadness and grievances that had been squeezed in her heart for a long time were about to burst out. She wanted to vent, but her son and husband were like this, and she could not fall down again.

"Don't have any more accidents."

She thought so.

In the past two years, there have been too many accidents, and the burden is on her, a woman, and she really can't bear it anymore.

Now Luo Yan can only act coquettishly in front of her brother and be willful, and only her brother can tolerate and help him unconditionally.

Therefore, you can't let your brother get involved too.

Luo Yan walked to the first floor, took out the flashlight and key from the cabinet, saw the dagger next to her, and struggled for a moment, but didn't touch it.

With the flashlight and key, she walked to the deepest room in the living room, opened the door with the key, and locked it again after entering.

The room is normally placed with some furniture, and it is cleaned up, and it looks like an ordinary reception room.

However, they have no guests.

In the past two years, except for her brother Rabianshu, the couple never received any guests, so no living person had ever come in this room except her and her husband.

Remove the coffee table and the carpet under the coffee table and you can see a metal secret door hidden below.

This door is like those corpses. It is quite heavy for Luo Yan, a woman. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to open the secret door, revealing the dark passage below.

As soon as it was opened, a cold chill poured out of the door and filled the entire room.

More importantly, Luo Yan shivered with the evil aura, and finally suppressed the crazy thoughts in her heart.

She turned on the flashlight and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Mom, is it you?"

Hearing a sound, a voice shouted below.

"It's me."

Hearing this scream, Luo Yan smiled a little on her face, speeding up her walking down the stairs.

The deepest part of the secret passage is a simple basement. With the help of the dim light, Luo Yan could see a young man standing on the sofa in front of him.

He has a tall figure and an extremely handsome appearance. His soft black hair fell down to his shoulders. If he hadn't been with him for so many years, he would never be able to tell a man or a woman at first sight.

Especially his skin and eyes, even if the lights are so dim, it can be seen that his skin is as white as if it has just been taken out of milk, as if it is blown away. His dark eyes are staring at his mother, his eyes are gentle enough to melt away the ice.

"Does it feel okay?"

Although his son was not unusual on the surface, Luo Yan knew that he had not eaten for two days.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Zhang Xiang walked over and hugged his mother, like a spoiled child.

It was this hug that made Luo Yan feel instantly that his previous hard work was worth it.

"Good, Xiangzi, it's a bit messy outside these days. When you get stable, your mother will find you food immediately."

She gently stroked Zhang Xiang's hair, as if she was a child.

Although at this time, her son was already taller than her.

But Zhang Xiang was not satisfied, so he continued to say unyieldingly: "But Mom, I am really hungry. Why don't you put me back to the previous place again? I will go down by myself every night to choose food."

"No more words are allowed!"

Luo Yan didn't know what bad memories he remembered, so she immediately changed her face and said, "I've only left you there for five days, you'll just...

She wanted to speak but stopped, and she couldn't say the word "kill".

Children are all treasures of mothers. Even if Zhang Xiang becomes like this, Luo Yan is still unwilling to admit that although forcing someone to death may be more cruel than killing him directly, there is always a difference.

"That was not my own kill."

With this difference, she can use it to comfort herself and sleep more peacefully.

For some reason, the hospital and funeral home have extremely strict control over the corpse, so Luo Yan and her husband can only make this decision and build a Dawn Center.

Otherwise, would you want your son to starve to death?

Seeing his mother getting angry, Zhang Xiang's eyes showed a ruthless look, but in just a moment, he turned back to his original gentle gaze.

Suddenly, a sound came from above, and someone opened the door and was walking towards the basement.

"Who is it?"

Luo Yan and Zhang Xiang looked back together.

Under the dim light, a figure stood at the stairs.
Chapter completed!