"On the day of the incident, Bai Zhonghui had your gardener lure Butler Wang into the basement first."
"After locking Butler Wang in the basement, he used Butler Wang's phone to send a message to the driver Liu Yi, asking him to take a day off and to pick up and drop off the people who came to the young master's birthday party the next day."
"Because it was sent from Butler Wang's phone, Liu Yi had no suspicions."
"After that, the gardener picked you up from the school and took you directly to a hotel in Rongcheng."
"As for Butler Wang, what happens next..."
The person pinned to the ground, recalling the past, had a numb calm in his eyes, without a trace of remorse.
If there's any emotional fluctuation, it's from fear of the present moment.
"The birthday celebration was cancelled the next day, but Butler Wang is an old friend of your family, and according to tradition, his family members are invited to the birthday celebrations of other family members."
"You're still in Rongcheng, and no news has come back yet."
"We'll use the excuse of a birthday party to bring all of Butler Wang's family to your house and lock them all in the basement."
Bai Zheming squatted on the ground, his eyes blazing with intense anger.
Zhao Jiayuan stared in disbelief and indignation. "Could it be that their whole family was locked up inside and starved to death?"
The man pinned to the ground said, "After the incident, the young master moved into President Bai's house. Everyone else in the house was sent away. Who let them out?"
Holy crap!
[It was chilling and incredibly frustrating to hear; I didn't even dare to imagine it.]
[So that's why I couldn't get in touch with Butler Wang! My God! I used to be a servant in the Bai Family. When we were suddenly laid off, I even went to Butler Wang, wanting to take care of the eldest young master. I raised him since he was little, and I was afraid he couldn't handle the shock. But I couldn't get in touch with Butler Wang no matter what I did.]
[At the time, Butler Wang's grandson was only a few months old.]
[Damn it, you beast! You beast!!!!]
The comments section was filled with heated criticism.
on site.
Gao Le, clutching the treasure chest, asked with a puzzled expression, "But Bai Zheming went back to live there later, didn't he? Has Bai Zheming never used the basement in all these years? Or did you guys clean it out?"
Bai Zheming remained silent, his eyes lowered, his expression unreadable.
The people pinned to the ground cried out in pain as Song Lan and Chen Chong ground their feet hard against their faces.
"Before Bai Zheming went back, Bai Zhonghui had us thoroughly clean up the house and install listening devices and surveillance cameras inside."
"As for the body in the basement, it was buried in the yard, under the flowerbed."
"To prevent Bai Zheming from renovating the flowerbed, his mother's favorite flowers were specially planted on it."
[Ahhhhhhhhhhh!]
I'm about to explode, I can't take it anymore!
[ Bai Zheming once said in an interview that his favorite thing was the flower garden at home, where his mother's favorite hydrangeas were planted, and next to it was his younger brother's favorite swing. But it turns out that something was buried underneath the flower garden...]
Bai Zheming has said more than once that his family used to enjoy playing with his younger brother here.
[grass!]
[Has Bai Zheming gone mad? I can't even imagine how he'll look at that flowerbed.]
[I heard that when President Jiang's mother from Yun City got into trouble, it was because she was locked in a basement by a "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success).]
[ President Jiang?]
[ Jiang Shu.]
[No, I don't understand. They clearly disposed of the body, so why would they think they were chasing Wang Yuan? Are they that stupid?]
The instant this comment scrolled by.
The man pinned to the ground slammed his fist into the ground. "That idiot Bai Zhonghui! We told him everyone was dead, but he insisted there were survivors! Moron! Moron! If he hadn't forced us to search for them, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
He was so angry that he lay on the ground and cursed loudly.
Bai Zheming's face, which had been calm but was now masking a madness, completely lost its composure after being provoked by this factual statement.
Almost instinctively, he sprang to his feet and kicked the person on the ground in the head.
"No, no, no! Wait for the police!" Zhao Jiayuan and quickly pulled him away, shouting to Jiang Mingxi, " Xiaoxi, hold your brother tight, don't be impulsive, wait for the police to handle it, they'll be here soon."
Bai Zheming almost completely lost his mind.
How can he be rational!
He missed his parents and his younger brother, and didn't know how long he had spent in that flower garden day and night.
As it turned out, the entire Butler Wang was buried there!
Enrage burned through Bai Zheming's mind, snapping the last thread of his will. At that moment, all he wanted was to kill these executioners.
"Brother!" Jiang Mingxi reached out and hugged Bai Zheming, just like when they were children, and called out again, "Brother."
"Brother! Brother!"
When I get home from school, the chubby boy is always the first one to rush over to me as soon as I walk in the door.
Or she might be holding up her new toy, saying, "Brother, Xiaoxi, wait for brother to come back so we can play together."
Or she'd be holding her newly acquired snacks, saying, "Brother, it's delicious! Xiaoxi has been waiting for you to come back and eat it."
Or they might pick up a fallen leaf from somewhere and say, "Brother, this is a lucky clover I found in the Xiaoxi. I'm giving it to you so you can get a perfect score on your test."
"Elder brother!"
"Elder brother."
"Elder brother..."
Wherever the chubby boy is, you'll always find Butler Wang smiling.
When his parents were busy, it was Butler Wang who kept him and his younger brother company through countless days and nights.
Countless times when he was sick and had a fever, it was Butler Wang who took care of him.
Bai Zheming's life is intertwined with memory and reality.
Torn between cruelty and familial bonds.
Startled, he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
His eyes were filled with a frenzied, overwhelming rage, making it impossible for them to focus.
The red and blue lights, accompanied by a solemn yet sharp whistling sound, arrived at the scene.
The live stream cut off the moment the police arrived.
Netizen:???
They just livestreamed a murder, so why can't they broadcast it when the police are arresting people?!
As soon as the live stream ended, countless netizens flocked to Weibo.
The topic remains at the top of the charts, showing no signs of cooling down.
certainly.
No one surrendered.
Bai Zhonghui had absolutely no energy to pay attention to the online trends.
The moment the live stream ended, there was a knock on his office door.
The brief red and blue lights that appeared during the live stream had startled Bai Zhonghui. The moment the door was knocked, he jumped and looked warily at the door.
Before he could even speak, the heavy mahogany door to the office was pushed open from the outside.
Seeing the completely unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar face that pushed open the door, Bai Zhonghui asked warily and grimly, "Who are you?"
The person who entered was wearing a black trench coat, with chestnut-brown wavy hair draped over his back, and crimson lips that were wrapped in a layer of coldness beneath his aloof brows and eyes.
She closed the door behind her and slowly walked inside. "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Song. President Bai. Bai, you must be a forgetful person. It's alright if you don't remember me, but you're probably familiar with my younger brother President Bai."
" Song Chengmo, the president of the Song Corporation in Yun City, was met by President Bai and my younger brother at the summit last month."
"My brother told me that you once spoke rudely to Xiaojing, and he beat you up in the bathroom, even shoving your head into the toilet?"
In a fit of extreme fear, Bai Zhonghui's pupils suddenly dilated as he remembered that madman.
His expression hardened, "You are...?"