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Chapter 10 I Know It's You, Dad

We hired a taxi and went to Meishan Village in Donghua Town. Of course, before that, he took off one of my handcuffs and put it on his left wrist.

Meishan Village is already considered a rural area, but because it is close to Donghua Town, economic development is still possible. It is said that it is the first time I have returned to this place of birth since I left here more than ten years ago.

Walking on the side of the concrete road, looking at the surrounding Meishan Village that I am no longer familiar with, I actually have a ridiculous feeling of being close to home.

"Let's go!" Sir tugged on the handcuffs, and walked to a deserted and remote field in the village, which was my home for ten years.

The dilapidated one-story building stands alone among the fields, and the yellowish walls are already covered with lush green brocade, just like a scarecrow in a rice field, no one cares about it.

I noticed sir's actions and wondered, "sir, have you been here?"

"Hmm." Still unwilling to answer my too many questions, he just gave me a complicated look, took out the key and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, there was not much dust accumulated in the house, and it seemed that someone cleaned it every day.

Sir seemed to see my doubts, and explained, "I will send someone over to clean it every week."

I just felt a burst of depression in my heart, and then I raised the corners of my mouth and laughed arrogantly at him, "Oh, even cleaning every day still can't cover up the bloody smell all over here... Oh, yes, there is also the smell of corpses!"

Sir stared at me strangely, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

I glanced at him sarcastically, and said frivolously, "Didn't sir guess it?"

"Lin Xi'an!" He stared at me coldly, no longer showing any trace of humanity.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, and began to circle around the room full of rancid smell excitedly, making clear and weird laughter from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Sir stared at me sullenly.

I tilted my head and smiled happily, "I'm remembering, remembering the beauty of that time..."

"Would you mind telling me the story behind the disappearance case?" Sir, reflected in his pupils, showed a surprisingly gentle smile, just like my father, who always captured me so easily.

I stopped and looked at him blankly, "What do you want to know?"

"all."

I was silent for a long while, then raised my head and looked directly at him, "Conditions."

"Okay." Sir pursed his lips and replied without hesitation.

I gave a weird smile. Those things have suppressed me for many years. It's not a bad thing to say it like this, is it?

"what are you doing?"

I threw myself on Sir, I smoothed his frowning brows, and restored his original gentle and pure appearance, "Sir, make love to me again, and I will tell you everything, okay?"

Even if I'm sending myself to jail. . .

"Let go!" His eyes were as sharp and cruel as a falcon, and I even clearly saw the hostility rising from the dark eyes.

"Sir, please, sir, I love you!" I begged with red eyes, crying.

But he squeezed my chin and smiled coldly, "Oh, do you love me or your father? Or do you love those strangers who died under your slaughter?!"

"I...I'm not..." I shook my head almost collapsed, a line of liquid fell from my cheeks, but under the gaze of sir, I changed my face, changed my previous cowardice, opened my mouth and howled ferociously " Don't slander my love, even sir will never allow it! Look, my heart has been pierced and riddled with holes, but it still beats tenaciously for the person I love. This feeling is amazing, sir, It's like a hot spring filling my heart, warming my broken soul..."

When I was talking nonsense, I don't know why, sir's eyes that were so frightening to the point of creeping back and forth overflowed with familiar and unfamiliar pampering, his rare tenderness even overlapped with the father in my memory together, but I clearly know that he is still sir, that cold and serious man!

"Sir?" I tremblingly tried to kiss his tight thin lips, the soft and cold touch told me that he didn't resist, but. . .why?

Seeming to see my doubts, he gently stroked my tear-stained cheek, "This is the agreed condition, isn't it? Ann..."

My body trembled, I stared at him in shock, and carefully kissed sir's neck and chest under his gentle comfort.

Sir, don't make me think you are dad. . .

Sir was half lying on the cold floor, he encouraged me, who was timid, to hug him, and gently kissed my forehead, the warm touch there made me happy, "sir, sir, sir... "

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"Ning Ning, don't be afraid, Dad is here... Mmmm—" Sir's pale face was soaked with sweat, but his trembling lips forced a doting smile on me.

My eyes turned red immediately, I bit my lip and sobbed, and finally I even lay down in sir's arms and howled.

Dad, I know it's you...I miss you so much, don't leave me...

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