As Zhao Rui and Liang Chen stepped inside the grand mansion, their eyes widened in shock.
The place was nothing like they had expected.
The chandeliers glowed dimly, casting long, eerie shadows across the marble floor, but the extravagant beauty of the mansion didn't match the horror before them.
In the center of the vast hall, behind thick iron bars, sat a young girl—bruised and terrified.
Her delicate face was streaked with dried blood, and her trembling fingers clutched the bars of the cage.
Zhao Rui's heart clenched as he read the nameplate attached to the cage:
"Qiao Mei."
And she wasn't alone.
Behind her, in cages lined up against the walls, were more people—young girls, boys, even children as young as five or six years old.
Liang Chen inhaled sharply. "Rui… what the hell is this?"
Before Zhao Rui could respond, a deep, commanding voice echoed through the hall.
"Ah… so you two are the photographers."
They turned to see him—the same man from earlier, the one who had taken Qiao Mei from the hospital.
His sharp, predatory eyes gleamed under the dim lights.
"Welcome to my home," he said smoothly. "I am Shen Wei."
Zhao Rui felt a chill run down his spine.
Liang Chen forced a polite nod. "Uh… nice place. Very… cage-y."
Shen Wei smirked but ignored the comment. He clapped his hands, and two guards stepped forward.
"Take them to the second-floor room," Shen Wei ordered.
Liang Chen stiffened. "Wait, we thought we were here to take pictures."
"You are," Shen Wei said. "But first, you wait."
The guards grabbed their arms, shoving them toward the staircase.
As they were being dragged away, Zhao Rui's gaze flickered toward the crowd.
And then—his breath caught.
Among the masked figures standing near the cages, he saw a woman…
She was covered in a black veil, but something about her face—her posture—felt familiar.
For a moment, Zhao Rui swore it was Dr. Lin Xiu, the woman who had told him about Liang Yue's operation.
His heart pounded.
"No… that's impossible. Why would a doctor be here?"
He shook his head, forcing the thought away. It was just his imagination.
Right?