What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The table in the room was hit with a loud bang.

Liu Sen's heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to leap out of his chest; his drug addiction was acting up.

My mind is filled with the thought that my sister was betrayed by this bastard!

He pinned Liu De down, the knife in his hand threatening to slice him to pieces.

"I raised you, and you still dare to lay a hand on me!" Liu De roared, his face flushed with rage.

Liu Sen, panting, tried to calm himself down.

He got up, his gaze sweeping coldly over Liu De, then suddenly froze.

My mother was pushed by me and leaned against the cabinet, not moving for a long time.

He frowned, staggered over, squatted down, and gently nudged his mother's shoulder:

"Mom? Mom, are you alright...?"

The mother did not respond.

He reached out to help his mother up, but she suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Under the dim light, a clump of black liquid clung to the corner of the cabinet.

Liu Sen shuddered, his eyes widening instantly.

"Mom! Mom!"

He picked up his mother's head, and his fingertips touched the back of her head, instantly becoming covered in warm, sticky liquid.

He raised his hand and looked at it in the dim light.

It's all blood!!

The mother was completely limp, her eyes were closed, and she had stopped breathing.

"Mom..."

Liu Sen's voice trembled as he whispered, his whole body instantly turning cold.

He knew that his mother was dead!

He killed her!

Although her mother was weak, she never dared to disobey Liu De for the sake of her two children.

But she was still his mother.

Overwhelmed by immense fear and despair.

But then, the stimulation of drug addiction and the anger over losing his sister and his mother's death intertwined, causing him to completely lose control.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Liu De, who was also stunned, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast out of control.

Everything, everything, is because of this bastard!

If it weren't for him wanting to sell his sister!

If it weren't for his broken promise!

If it weren't for that damn, fickle man!

These things will never happen!

"It's all your fault!"

Liu Sen roared, raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and charged towards Liu De.

Liu De was startled by the sight of his wife on the ground. Before he could react, he saw Liu Sen's knife slashing towards him.

He quickly dodged.

But Liu Sen was now blinded by rage, and he didn't stop wielding the cleaver in his hand, swinging it wildly like a madman.

Liu De tripped over the stool and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then Liu Sen lunged forward menacingly and slashed at his shoulder with his knife.

He screamed and struggled to get away.

Then the cleaver slashed his face and body again.

One cut after another.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Liu Sen roared incessantly, venting his anger and despair.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Blood splattered on his face.

Liu De's screams stopped after a few moments, and he ceased struggling.

Liu Sen gripped the kitchen knife, panting heavily, his whole body trembling.

Only when his strength was gradually exhausted did he throw the kitchen knife on the ground with a "clatter" and slump down.

It took him quite a while to regain consciousness.

Looking at the mangled corpse before him, and then at his own blood-stained hands.

A powerful fear instantly gripped him!

He killed someone...

He killed his own father and mother!

A sudden chill emanated from the depths of his being, causing him to tremble all over and his teeth to chatter incessantly.

The knife involuntarily fell to the ground. He shrank back in a panic, shaking his head.

"No, I didn't do it, I didn't do it."

He dared not stay there any longer, so he got up and ran outside, staggering like a ghost.

But he hadn't run far from home when his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his heart was pounding violently as if it were broken, and there was a constant buzzing in his ears.

It was past dusk, and the surroundings were quiet.

Liu Sen clenched his fists, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, his mind a complete mess.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and stumbled to his feet.

But instead of running away, he ran back.

He picked up the shovel from the corner of the yard and ran towards the wasteland behind the house.

Hmph! Hmph!

With trembling hands, he dug a hole with a hoe.

It took more than an hour to dig a deep enough pit.

He ran home again, and despite his fear, found the 30,000 yuan on Liu De's body.

Then they dragged the two bodies to the edge of the pit, threw them in along with the knife, and then filled it with soil.

He was panting heavily until the pit was filled in and no trace could be seen. He collapsed on the ground, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Then he went back into the house and carefully cleaned up all the traces that had been there, making sure that he hadn't missed anything.

Having done all this, he dared not linger any longer. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, locked the door, turned and disappeared into the mountain path, as if he had never returned.

…………

At this moment, Lin Chang'an was relaxed, sitting in the courtyard smoking.

Haicheng has been in complete chaos these past two days.

The capture of Ming, the discovery of high-purity methamphetamine, and the escaped drug dealers have put the entire anti-narcotics squad on high alert.

A large-scale anti-drug operation was launched throughout the city.

Lin Chang'an watched the fire from the sidelines, enjoying the spectacle as much as possible.

"Dinner's ready, Chang'an," Fang Qingzhu called from inside the house.

"Coming." Lin Chang'an threw away his cigarette butt and stretched.

Lin Chang'an didn't really care whether the professor would be caught or not.

However, it's best not to get caught; the professor might be useful to you in the future.

He wasn't interested in the other person's methamphetamine, but he was quite interested in the stuff that blew him up that day.

Back inside, we ate our meal.

Lin Chang'an slapped his forehead. He had been so busy these past two days that he had forgotten to tell his wife that he had already bought jewelry.

He took out a jewelry box and handed it over.

"Here, try it on."

Fang Qingzhu was taken aback when she saw the jewelry, her eyes reddened slightly, and she shook her head:

"Why didn't you tell me you were buying these things? My mom's situation the other day already cost a lot of money, I don't want these things..."

"Your mother's matter is over and done with; don't bring it up again."

Lin Chang'an reached out and picked up Fang Qingzhu, placing her on his lap. "I said I would give you the best, and I will definitely keep my word."

Besides, I bought this for my woman, and I'm happy to spend the money. Put it on and let me see.

Fang Qingzhu stubbornly refused to wear it, so Lin Chang'an put it on for her.

"She looks good in anything. My wife looks good in everything."

Lin Chang'an looked at her with eyes full of doting affection and reached out to pinch her cheek.

Fang Qingzhu buried herself in his arms: "Chang'an, I really don't need these, really."

"Why say all this? Money is meant to be spent."

Lin Chang'an said, "Besides, buying this gold isn't wasteful spending; it can appreciate in value."

As he spoke, his large hand restlessly caressed her waist, and he whispered in the woman's ear.

"It's already very dark tonight, so don't go back."

Fang Qingzhu's ears burned slightly, knowing that her man was thinking about it again.