It was too dark in the tunnel. Lao Zhou walked forward with a flashlight. He saw a black mass on the ground in front of him, which looked like a person. He felt ecstasy in his heart and speeded up his pace.

"Xiaoguang, Dad is back."

But the dark shadow lay motionless on the ground.

Lao Zhou was a little nervous, but he continued to move forward.

"Son, it's Dad. Dad brought Xie Baoer back to you."

The shadows on the ground still didn't change.

This is totally unreasonable. It stands to reason that the son cannot be indifferent when he sees himself coming back. The thick and strong figure on the ground is indeed his son.

Old Zhou felt something was wrong, stepped forward, raised his torch, and took a photo, his heart was completely cold.

He saw his son Zhou Xiaoguang spread his hands and stretched forward with great effort, his mouth wide open, with an expression of pleading, as if he was begging for something.

However, the entire expression of his son was frozen at the moment of pleading.

Lao Zhou threw down the female body, walked over slowly, squatted down, and stroked his son's young face. He found that his son's face was cold, and there was no trace of heat.

The son is dead long ago.

Lao Zhou was not reconciled. He shone his son's pupils with a flashlight, hoping to find even the slightest vital signs from his son, but no, his pupils dilated.

"Xiaoguang, why don't you wait for Dad to come back? You know that Dad is coming back soon, so you can wait a few more minutes?"

Lao Zhou sat paralyzed beside his son's cold corpse, closed his eyes, and put his son's raised hands flat while the corpse was still soft. At this time, Lao Zhou wanted to cry without tears.

At this moment, what appears in front of Lao Zhou is not his tall and strong son as an adult, but a picture of his son happily going to school with his schoolbag on his back, and his son being bullied and thrown into his arms crying and his son sitting on the steps of the school waiting for him to pick him up In short, all of his pictures are what he looked like when he was a child.

The reason why such a picture appeared in front of him may have a lot to do with Lao Zhou's disappointment with his son after his son grew up, but Lao Zhou himself did not realize it.

Lao Zhou felt more sad the more he thought about it, and finally cried loudly while holding his son's body.

For no reason, Lao Zhou's eyes fell on Xie Bao'er's corpse. He couldn't see his son for the last time, so Lao Zhou naturally angered Xie Bao'er.

He grabbed Xie Baoer's body and roughly dragged it to his son's side.

"You bitch, it was because you went to carry you, so you delayed the final goodbye to your son, so you will always stay here and stay with my son. To be honest, I really can't see you. What's so good about stinky meat, why does my son chat with you every day? Even if only the last breath is left, you are the one he is worried about."

Hearing bursts of crying in the tunnel, the three female ghosts were indescribably happy.

The little nurse said, "Lao Zhou has lived like a walking dead in his life. The only thing he cares about is his son Zhou Xiaoguang. The death of his son was a big blow to him."

Zeng Yuqing said, "Deserve it, a pair of beasts, without a good thing, they are all dead."

Bai Xiaoju said, "Sister Yuqing hates Lao Zhou anyway."

The three female ghosts were talking, and suddenly they heard footsteps coming from the tunnel.

The little nurse hissed, "Someone has come out, it must be Lao Zhou."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Lao Zhou stumbled out of the tunnel exit.

Lao Zhou looked very haggard, as if he was ten years old suddenly.

Seeing Lao Zhou squatting and walking towards the stairwell, the sharp-eyed Bai Xiaorou immediately noticed the problem.

"Huh? Two sisters, haven't you noticed that the handcuffs on Lao Zhou's waist are missing?"

The little nurse widened her eyes, "Oh? Really, the handcuffs are gone."

Zeng Yuqing sneered, "It doesn't matter how much he is, but seeing Lao Zhou's desolate and sad appearance, I can't express my joy."

The little nurse said, "Actually, what is so good about a son like Zhou Xiaoguang? It's nothing to add to Lao Zhou's troubles. Lao Zhou followed his son to wipe his butt. If such a son is dead, Lao Zhou should be happy."

Bai Xiaojuu said, "Poor Lao Zhou is finally free now, and there is no need to worry about his son anymore."

The little nurse smiled and said, "Sister Xiaorou, Lao Zhou should be afraid of him now. Lao Zhou is still carrying the murder case on his back. Sister, don’t you forget that there is still buried under the old locust tree at the entrance of Yinbao Building. Two corpses. Regarding the deaths of Lao Hei and Sister Luo, can Lao Zhou explain clearly?"

Lao Zhou naturally couldn't hear a word of the three female ghosts' ridicule.

He stepped forward stubbornly, muttering non-stop, "You have to get out of here, this place is too evil to stay here anymore. The police will come again soon, Xiaoguang is dead. The evil spirit here is too heavy, I want to stay away from here."

Lao Zhou walked on the steps while talking.

Three female ghosts floated behind him.

Bai Xiaojuu said, "Lao Zhou seems to be crazy, right? His words are all weird."

The little nurse floated to Lao Zhou and carefully observed his eyes, "Well, her eyes are blank, but they are not lost. This shows that Lao Zhou is sober and only after being hit did he become a little nervous."

Zeng Yuqing sneered, "He is not crazy at all. If he is crazy, he still knows that the police are coming, should he run away by himself?"

Lao Zhou walked to the elevator like a puppet and pressed the elevator button.

Seeing that it was him, the old lady snorted depressed and shrank into the elevator ceiling.

Lao Zhou walked into the elevator and went straight to the first floor.

The old lady lay on the elevator ceiling and peeked at Lao Zhou, and found that he looked sluggish, she couldn't help but sneered, "How can this old man be struck by lightning."

Ding Dong——

The first floor is here.

Lao Zhou Muran got out of the elevator and walked outside the gate.

"The sky is so big that there is no place for me."

Lao Zhou walked out of the gate, saw the old locust tree, and walked over.

Lao Zhou saw the soil where he had dug the pit, and the soil was still very new, and he could tell at a glance that a pit had just been dug there.

"Sister Luo, don't worry, I believe I will come down to accompany you soon. Old Black, don't hate me anymore. Although I am still alive, my life is worse than death. I envy you both. He kicked his legs and closed his eyes, and when he left, there was nothing to think about."

Lao Zhou suddenly let out a heart-pounding laugh.

"Other people's 60 years old, children and grandchildren around their knees, family reunion, enjoying the happiness of family, but my 60 years old, bereavement, guilty and absconded, why did my life fail so much?"

The old perimeter sighed and walked toward the depths of the deserted street.

The abandoned street was as quiet as usual, and the sultry weather made him even more upset. The ruined houses on both sides of the street laughed at his situation like a group of ugly evil spirits grinning.

"Laugh! You guys laugh to your heart's content!"

Lao Zhou waved his arms and yelled like a madman.