Chapter 43: The Person in the Basement (3)
After drinking all the cherry juice, Qiao Jiuyin felt better.
Fang Mu walked out of the room and said to her while putting on his jacket, “Xiao Sheng, I’m going out for a while. I’ll be back a little late tonight. Sleep early.”
Qiao Jiuyin looked up at him.
Fang Mu was wearing an ink blue shirt, a black narrow tie, and a gray coat. His hair was neatly combed as if he were going on a very important date. Qiao Jiuyin frowned and asked, “What are you going to do dressed like this?”
Fang Mu said, “Something personal.”
After mentioning that, he took the keys, walked over to Qiao Jiuyin, and kissed her forehead. He then left.
Qiao Jiuyin sat on the sofa and frowned.
It’s dark. What other personal matters does he have to attend to?
And he’s dressed so formally.
Qiao Jiuyin had attended many tea parties. At these tea parties, she often heard people talk about which family’s man had cheated on his wife while she was pregnant. Which man did not cheat on his wife? Qiao Jiuyin’s heart sank, and she could not help but feel a sense of crisis.
Come to think of it, we have not done it since they discovered that I was pregnant. Fang Mu is a man too. He has not touched anything for more than a month. He should also get tempted.
Qiao Jiuyin suddenly stood up, took her car keys, and quietly followed Fang Mu’s car.
Fang Mu’s car stopped in front of a small forest.
Qiao Jiuyin stopped as well.
At the foot of the forest was an ordinary two-story bungalow.
Where is this?
Qiao Jiuyin drove the car onto a small road and parked it. Then, she softly walked to the corner of the house. The lights in the house were lit, and she could vaguely see Fang Mu’s figure reflected on the window. However, he was not the only shadow on the window. There were three to four shadows, and judging from their figures, she could tell that all were men.
Qiao Jiuyin heaved a sigh of relief when she confirmed that there was not a woman.
Did Fang Mu drive to such a remote place in the middle of the night to reminisce with his friends?
If it’s just a normal reunion, why didn’t he make things clear to me?
The group of people chatted in the living room for more than ten minutes, then got up and walked inside. Qiao Jiuyin waited outside for a while. However, when she did not see Fang Mu come out after a long time, she could not hold back her curiosity. She quietly pushed open the door and walked in.
Even after looking around the living room, she did not see anyone or hear any conversation.
Qiao Jiuyin walked further into the house, but she still could not find anyone.
There’s no light on the second floor, so Fang Mu and the rest are definitely not on the second floor. There are only three rooms on the first floor, and I didn’t find anyone in each room. Where could they be?
It was a little strange.
Qiao Jiuyin’s eyes shifted slightly, and she seemed to have thought of something. Lowering her head, she looked for something on the floor. After searching for seven to eight minutes, she finally found a floor tile that had been loosened in the second room. She leaned against the crack in the floor and listened. A person’s vague scream reached her ear.
Chills ran up from her feet to her head.
A man was locked up in the basement, and this man was being tortured!
Qiao Jiuyin quietly left the room and the bungalow.
After about two hours, three to four men walked out of the bungalow. Qiao Jiuyin, who was hiding in the dark, jumped in shock when she saw their clothes.
Those people were actually homeless!
Their clothes were dirty and torn, and their hair was greasy and disheveled. When they walked, their bodies swayed from side to side as if they were drunk or high on drugs.
After the men left, Qiao Jiuyin jogged into her car and drove away.
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Fang Mu returned home after midnight.
He gently pushed open the door and saw that Qiao Jiuyin was already asleep. His actions were even more light.
Worried that he would wake Qiao Jiuyin, Fang Mu did not shower. Instead, he took off his clothes and lay down beside her. Just as his body touched the bed, the woman beside him suddenly turned over. Qiao Jiuyin pulled away Fang Mu’s arm and entered his embrace.
“Brother Mu, what time is it?”
Fang Mu hugged her and replied, “Around thirty past twelve.”
“Why are you back so late?”
“A matter took my time and delayed me.”
Fang Mu placed his hand on her abdomen and asked with concern, “Are you still feeling unwell?”
Qiao Jiuyin shook her head. “Much better.”
“That’s good. Now go to sleep. I’ll hold you.”
“Yeah.”
The two of them hugged each other and slept. The next morning, when Qiao Jiuyin woke up, Fang Mu had already gone to work.
After having breakfast alone, Qiao Jiuyin changed into a pair of loose pants and wore a hat. She got ready to leave. When the servant asked her where she was going, she casually replied that she was going to see her university friends, then left.
Following the route in her memory, Qiao Jiuyin reached the bungalow. She stood at the entrance once again. Last night, it had been too dark, and Qiao Jiuyin had not paid any attention to this house. When she carefully observed it in the daytime, she realized that the walls of this house were filled with tigers. It was not difficult to tell that this was an old house.
She walked to the front door, glanced at the big lock on the door, and pulled a dozen keys out of her pocket.
Click—
Qiao Jiuyin tested the lock one by one and finally opened it.