7
At night, Lu Zhanbei locked himself in the confinement room, broken and disoriented.
He was surrounded by boundless darkness, tasting the fear Xiao Xue experienced before her death.
It turned out that that night, the confinement room was so dark, so cold, so damp.
Thinking of how Xiao Xue died in such despair and pain, especially since this anguish was bestowed upon her by her father.
Lu Zhanbei felt as if he were drowning, suffocating, and couldn't catch his breath.
The sound of rustling reached his ears, and a cockroach crawled over his foot.
Feeling the strange sensation, Lu Zhanbei rushed out abruptly.
He turned on the lamp in the confinement room and saw scores of bugs densely packed on the ground.
Recalling the note Xiao Xue wrote before her death, Lu Zhanbei belatedly realized something was amiss.
Even if the confinement room was seldom used, the house was kept clean; how could there be so many bugs here?
Unless someone had done it deliberately.