canary dressed as a disabled villain

The afternoon before the charity banquet.

The entire Hot Spring Mountain was shrouded in thick black clouds, the last light of the sky dissipated, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The nurse routinely entered the room to wake up Li Qiubai who was on his lunch break.

Li Qiubai is now in a state of panic and madness every day, and she rarely sleeps peacefully, but she cherishes the one-hour lunch break at noon.

The damn TV can be completely turned off, and the sun shines into the room through the curtains, and it won't fall into the boundless terrifying darkness like at night.

Her mind was so stimulated that she was not so clear-headed, but she knew that this nurse was her only connection with the outside world. No matter how resentful she was, she dared not refuse to listen to what the nurse said.

Skinny, slightly ferocious fingers slowly stretched out from the quilt, gripped the edge of the quilt tightly, and slowly pulled it down, revealing the pale and frightened face hidden inside.

There was no light in the room, and it was dark outside the window.The nurse was standing by the window in white, looking extremely scary in this atmosphere.

Li Qiubai who opened his eyes was a little dazed, unable to tell whether it was night or day.

She sat up in panic, huddled at the head of the bed and looked towards the direction of the window. When she saw a white figure, she suddenly screamed: "Ah, don't come here!"

But the white figure slowly walked towards the trembling lump at the head of the bed, and stopped in front of it.

Li Qiubai buried her head firmly in her knees, and a strange giggle sounded above her head.

Suddenly, her arm was clenched violently, and immediately after, the skin somewhere on her forearm felt a tingling pain.

She knew that the nurse was giving her another injection, which made her so weak that she couldn't even scream aloud for a long time after the injection.

The nurse seemed to enjoy the process of pushing the needle, but to Li Qiubai, it was a slow and painful torture.

After an unknown amount of time, the needle was slowly pulled out of the skin.

Immediately, a soft sigh came from above the head, the voice was like a ghost, "Tsk tsk tsk, shaking so much, it seems that the dose of medicine needs to be increased tonight. Then I'm leaving, you have to watch TV obediently!"

There was no sound at all when the nurses came and went.But the snow-white nurse's uniform was particularly eye-catching in the dark room, Li Qiubai bit his lower lip tightly, and from the corner of his eye, he could feel the white dress slowly drifting towards the door.

"Click", the sound of the door latch sounded, and Li Qiubai's heart immediately twitched.

The next second, the TV suddenly sounded "Zi La Zi La", the snowflake screen flickered, and the female ghost with a white face and red lips appeared on the screen again, and the screams of the female ghost filled the entire room.

The same scene has been repeated for many days, Li Qiubai not only did not adapt, but was tortured by fear day after day, she was about to lose her wits.

"Ah Zhuo, Ah Zhuo... Come and save mom... I am your mother..."

In recent years, her memory has gradually become blurred, but recently she often thinks of things many years ago, as clear as yesterday.

At this moment, a scene flashed through her mind.

Seven or eight-year-old Xiao He Zhuo was shoved violently by her into the small windowless utility room on the first floor. The child did not dare to open the door, and opened a pair of light-colored eyes full of tears. He looked up at her in panic.

He begged softly in a childlike voice: "Mom, I was wrong. Ah Zhuo is really afraid of the dark, mother, please don't shut Ah Zhuo off? Ah Zhuo will obediently listen to his mother."

She looked at the face that was almost similar to He Mingxuan, and felt resentful in her heart. She just lowered her head and gave him a cold look, and suppressed a low voice: "What's the use of living you! Your biggest mistake is to live! Why did you die? Not you! Go to hell!"

Before the door was slammed shut and firmly locked, the image of strings of tears silently sliding down the immature cheeks flashed before Li Qiubai's eyes.

After decades, this picture played back and forth in her mind lingeringly.

There were turbid tears flowing down her hideous face to the corner of her mouth.

Li Qiubai murmured: "Ah Zhuo, mom was wrong. Mom locked you up for four days and nights that time. Didn't you let you go to school early the next morning? You have locked up mom for so many days. Please let mom go..."

Suddenly, it rained heavily outside, with lightning and thunder.

Li Qiubai trembled violently for a few times, then raised his head to look out of the window again, a bolt of lightning happened to flash across the gloomy sky, clearly showing a figure standing by the window, especially the familiar cold white face, and those pair of eyes. Dark eyes.

Li Qiubai, who would be powerless after the injection, suddenly screamed heart-piercingly. The shrill cry even penetrated the thunder and the scream of the female ghost on TV, and reached the ear of the person outside the window.

She shouted: "He Mingda!"

When there was another thunderstorm, the window glass was smashed by a sharp instrument, and a body slightly thinner than a normal adult male quickly got in through the window.

Li Qiubai actually changed his face, but he will never forget her voice.

The originally dark room suddenly flashed red lights and the alarm went off.

Li Qiubai watched helplessly as the other party held a sharp knife and walked towards her firmly. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound, her whole body was shaking like a sieve, and she tried her best to move an inch.

There was only a "bang", it was the dull sound of Li Qiubai falling from the bed and hitting the floor.

Blood was seen on her forehead in an instant, but she seemed to feel no pain at all, she just shrank towards the corner of the wall in horror.

When the sharp knife reached her throat, she looked at the face in front of her that had terrified her for decades, and squeezed three words out of her throat again: "He, Ming, Da."

While the sturdy security guards smashed through the door and window in two strokes, the sharp knife in He Mingda's hand slashed back and forth across Li Qiubai's throat several times.

Killing her just like that would be cheap for her. For the rest of her life, this woman can only be like a broken bellows, unable to speak anything except the sound of "hissing, la la la", how interesting.

He Mingda was not affected by the two groups of men and horses coming from behind, squatted down, and attached himself to Li Qiubai's ear, and said with a sinister smile: "Bitch, it's different to crawl over my bed. It's been so many years, and I can still take a look at it." recognize me."

After saying this, he leaned back slightly, looked at the ugly Li Qiubai who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know if I don't come, Qiucai, who is in charge of the economic lifeline of most of the imperial capital, is really behind him." You little puppet bitch!"

The sharp blade slashed across Li Qiubai's face, blood oozes wherever it goes.

He Mingda continued: "It turns out that as early as ten years ago, you and He Mingxuan's crippled son changed your face, and I was deceived by his trash for so many years!"

Ten years ago, when He Mingda heard the company name "Qiubai" for the first time, he became vigilant. He searched extensively and found the information of the legal representative of "Qiubai" when the company was registered.

The photo above shows that President Li looks different from Li Qiubai who survived a car accident and turned into a vegetative state, with a different date of birth and a different place of origin.

Just the same name.

So in these years, he never had any doubts about the gradually growing Qiubai Financial Group.

He Mingda thought he was ruthless enough, but only now did he realize that, apart from not killing people, He Zhuo's methods are even darker and more ruthless than him!

The birth mother was seriously injured in a car accident and was unconscious. She may not even be able to save her life.He Zhuo made the best use of everything, and directly performed a face-changing plastic surgery on her!

Since then, I have crossed the sea without concealing the truth, step by step!With a crippled trash face, he turned his hands into clouds and rain in the imperial capital.

The bodyguard who rushed to the front was holding the iron rod, but deliberately slowed down. When he finished speaking, all the bodyguards behind him also stood behind silently.

It wasn't until He Mingda, who had been guarding them for many days, stood up suddenly, put the blood-stained sharp knife on his own neck, and turned back to look at them, did the head of the bodyguard swiftly pick up the stick and hit him directly on the head .

He Mingda snorted and fell on Li Qiubai who was in a pool of blood.

His last thought was that now that the general situation is over, he really has no capital to fight Qiu Cai.

But it is not impossible for the fish to die and the net to be broken.

Li Qiubai stared at a pair of absent-minded eyes, fixedly staring at a certain void, he couldn't even feel the pain in his broken throat.

She hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror since she woke up, and she didn't quite understand what He Mingda meant by "changing faces".

In his mind, he kept thinking about what He Mingda said to her just now with his lips.

-

He Zhuo, who was far away in the imperial capital, soon received the news.

He had already noticed that the relationship between He Mingda and Li Qiubai was unusual, and when he heard He Mingda say "sleep" to Li Qiubai himself, he still angrily threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

Li Zhu who was standing next to him was startled and didn't dare to make a sound or move.

A few days ago, they analyzed He Mingda's constant approach to Qiubai Nursing Home, so when Zhuang Jianning went to Su Yanjun's studio to make the crown during the day, Li Zhuo was by He Zhuo's side, so that he could report and deal with the situation in time.

On the computer screen on the desk, the monitoring screen of He Mingda and Li Qiubai's meeting is being played repeatedly from multiple angles.

Suddenly, He Zhuo tapped the mouse lightly with his hand, and the screen stopped.

He was sure what He Mingda said to Li Qiubai, and quickly ordered Li Zhu: "Find the best lip language expert to interpret. At the same time, force He Mingda to confess!"

Li Zhu responded, "Yes."

After quickly finishing what Mr. He explained, he raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Mr. He, Mr. Zhuang said before leaving that today is all finishing work, and it will end earlier. I'll go pick it up now..."

He Mingda had already appeared and was successfully arrested, but He Zhuo felt palpitations for no reason. He interrupted Li Zhu, "Prepare the car, I will pick it up myself."

"Yes."

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs in Su Yanjun's studio.

He Zhuo didn't urge Zhuang Jianning, and while waiting in the car, he discussed with Mao Jun and the police about the follow-up of He Mingda's arrest.

For about 10 minutes, Li Zhu, who sat in the co-pilot and looked at the door of the studio from time to time while working, turned his head and said to He Zhuo: "Mr. He, Mr. Zhuang has come out."

Hearing this, He Zhuo's tense and gloomy face immediately relaxed, and he turned his head to look out the window.

The handsome and tall boy was wearing a peaked cap, which was especially eye-catching in the crowd.After he greeted the people in the studio, he glanced around the door.

Through the wide open car window, the two of them looked at each other, his beautiful peach eyes seemed to be full of stars, the corner of his mouth was bent, and he walked towards this side with his long legs.

No matter what kind of Zhuang Jianning he looked like, he could easily melt He Zhuo's icy heart. He opened the car door and prepared to drive the wheelchair to meet Zhuang Jianning.

But in just a few steps, he couldn't wait, and he didn't want to just be the one who was waiting in place.

Zhuang Jianning felt that there seemed to be a pedestrian staring at him from behind, and was about to turn his head to take a look. When he saw He Zhuo opened the door and came down, he ignored the uncomfortable gaze behind him and quickened his pace to meet He Zhuo.

He Zhuo suddenly felt something was wrong, he was alert immediately, his voice was hurried, with a trace of obvious panic: "Ning Ning!"

Li Zhu and the driver heard the movement, and they quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

Zhuang Jianning knew that He Zhuo was reminding himself not to startle the snake.

He was about to take a defensive posture when two passers-by who passed by him suddenly squeezed him.

Then, an arm stretched out at an extremely fast speed, pinching his neck firmly, and at the same time, the black muzzle of the gun also touched his right waist and abdomen.

They are a few very experienced practitioners with a clear purpose.Zhuang Jianning commented in his heart.

The man behind him didn't panic in the slightest because he disturbed the other people in the car, and his voice was calm and low: "Don't move."

He Zhuo made a "stop" gesture to Li Zhu and the driver, stopped the wheelchair, and stared at the man holding Zhuang Jianning with murderous eyes.

The blood in his limbs and bones was boiling and rushing, almost breaking through the blood vessels and skin. He squinted his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura like an out-of-control beast.

"Let go of him, I'll give you whatever you want."

The man chuckled, as if he didn't believe He Zhuo's words: "Can you give it all to me?"

The knuckles of He Zhuo's two hands hanging by his side cracked, "Yes!"

Everyone, including Zhuang Jianning, focused on the black muzzle of the gun in his waist and abdomen.

The man chuckled, but suddenly shook out a sharp silver scimitar from his long-sleeved left wrist.

With lightning speed, he precisely inserted it into the heart of Zhuang Jianning's left chest, leaving only the smooth handle.

A cold voice sounded simultaneously: "He Zhuo, I want you to be in pain and suffering for the rest of your life."

-

Zhuang Jianning didn't feel any physical pain, it was very similar to the moment when he was hit by a chandelier in his previous life.

After a few violent tremors, the soul and consciousness were stripped from the body again.

But unlike the last time, the stripping process this time gave him a bloody and tearing feeling.

Extremely uncomfortable, extremely painful.

He was rarely afraid of pain, but now he couldn't bear it even for a second.

He felt like he was floating in mid-air, looking down at everything that was happening from a third perspective.

He didn't have time to look at the murderer and his body, all his attention was on He Zhuo, who was screaming up to the sky and screaming.

He was in so much pain that he even had hearing problems, he couldn't hear what He Zhuo was yelling, judging from the shape of his mouth, it was nothing more than "Baby" and "Ningning".

The pain of the soul being torn apart should still be escalating, and the vision has also begun to become blurred.

But in the corner of He Zhuo's eyes, he vaguely saw big teardrops rolling down.

This scene is getting farther and farther away, getting lighter and weaker, a white light flashes in front of my eyes, and the last scene I see seems to be He Zhuo falling to the ground.

When I opened my eyes again in the next second, I felt that I had a body, surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment.

The pain of being torn apart has not disappeared.

He stroked his face, but it was covered with wet marks.

He suddenly understood that the pain was not due to his soul leaving his body.

It's about life and death with He Zhuo.