"I...I don't know!" Although the middle-aged man was stepped on the ground by Jiang Linxian, his mouth was very tough: "I don't know Zhao Nan at all, you have found the wrong person!"
"Where is Chen Feng?" Jiang Linxian asked using another name. He would not force the middle-aged man to acknowledge Zhao Nan, but Chen Feng, this middle-aged man should know, right?
"Chen Feng?" There was fear in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Chen Feng went out. I don't know where he went to play. He always likes to run around outside and doesn't come home until very late."
Jiang Linxian released his thigh from the middle-aged man and rubbed it on his clothes to wipe away the dust.
After closing the door to room 503 and locking it, Jiang Linxian turned to look at the locked door on the right.
"Open this door." Jiang Linxian pointed at the door and said.
"I...I lost my key." The middle-aged man said, "I can't open it."
"There's nothing in this room."
Jiang Linxian glanced at him. He probably didn't even believe this kind of deceitful behavior.
Jiang Linxian came to the door of the room, and directly cut off the iron lock on the room with the ghost ghost stick.
He raised his long legs and kicked the door open.
boom!
The door of the room was kicked down by him, raising a cloud of dust.
The couple on the side didn't dare to speak when they saw the evil aura on Jiang Linxian's body, they could only hide aside and tremble.
When Jiang Linxian walked into the room, blood spurted out from his nose instantly, and his arms began to tremble violently.
He smelled something extremely unpleasant.
In addition to black blood stains on the floor, there were feces and urine.
The smell of blood and feces made Jiang Linxian almost vomit.
Moreover, the room was small and the windows were covered with wooden boards.
There aren't any lights inside.
There is an iron chain as thick as a thumb on the ground embedded in one wall of the room.
This chain should be used to imprison Zhao Nan.
As for whether it is to prevent Zhao Nan from self-mutilation and animal experiments, Jiang Linxian is still unclear.
However, looking at the room that looked like a pig's nest, Jiang Linxian was certain that Zhao Nan's uncle's family must have abused Zhao Nan.
He walked out of the room with his hands shaking violently.
He took the Soul Slayer Ghost Stick and swung it at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground.
One after another, he didn't stop until a large amount of black blood was shot out on his shoulders, arms and chest.
Jiang Linxian breathed a sigh of relief, the trembling in his arms seemed to be much weaker, and the nosebleeds no longer flowed out.
He wiped the black blood off his face and breathed a sigh of relief.
After beating the middle-aged man, his condition was greatly suppressed.
After all, the scene in the room just now made him suffocate.
"Where did Chen Feng go to play?" Jiang Linxian asked, looking at the trembling and crying woman in the corner.
As for the middle-aged man on the ground, he was probably speechless.
"I don't know." The woman shook her head vigorously, her body shaking violently because of fear, and her voice was trembling at the moment.
In all her life, she has never seen such an arrogant human being.
There seems to be no reason to hit someone when they disagree.
His husband was almost beaten to death by him.
She wanted to scream, but was afraid the man would kill her.
After all, judging from his current performance, she felt that it would be difficult for her to escape from the room.
"You really don't know?" Jiang Linxian continued to ask. When he spoke, there was no emotion on his face, like a machine without emotions.
"I really don't know." The woman shook her head in horror: "He ran away on his own, and we can't find him."
"Escape? Aren't you going to play outside?" Jiang Linxian frowned.
I figured something out in an instant.
If Zhao Nan was really abused by these two couples, it would be difficult for her to go out and play.
Even if she went out, it would probably be the two couples who would take her out.
It is more reasonable for a woman to say this.
"I just came downstairs and heard from the neighbors downstairs that you two abused your children?" Jiang Linxian moved a chair and sat across from the woman and said, "Is it true?"
"We didn't abuse him."
"Yes...it was because he disobeyed us that we beat him."
The woman shook her head and denied it strongly: "We don't want to do this either. Zhao Nan is sick and always does some weird things. We just can't stand it, so we beat him and teach him a lesson to make him stop such behavior."
"But he never changed."
"There's nothing we can do about it."
At this time, he finally admitted that this boy was Zhao Nan?
Jiang Linxian stared at the woman huddled on the ground, touched his chin and began to think.
In reality, the middle-aged man said that Zhao Nan engaged in self-abuse and also liked to conduct experiments on animals. This situation was very abnormal at first glance.
But this woman attributed all the child abuse words to Zhao Nan, which was obviously lying.
"What experiments did he use on animals?" Jiang Linxian asked.
Perhaps he could get more information about Zhao Nan from the woman's mouth.
Originally, he didn't want to worry about so much. He thought about taking Zhao Nan to the woman in ward 601. Even if the task was completed, whether Zhao Nan was abnormal or not or whether he had big psychological problems had nothing to do with him.
But now that he was forced to enter a temporary scene, he felt that it was better to collect more information about Zhao Nan to help him break the situation.
"He likes to catch animals and dismember them. Any animal will do." The woman replied in a low voice: "He himself said that he really enjoys the sound of animals dying."
When the woman said this, her body trembled even more violently: "His condition is getting worse day by day."
"The treatment of animals is also becoming more and more cruel."
"Many of his methods are difficult even for us to imagine."
After listening to the woman's introduction, Jiang Linxian's scalp felt numb.
Zhao Nan was already terminally ill.
The woman's voice trembled as she continued: "The last few times, we thought his condition had improved and let him out to move around in the house."
"But one night, he quietly came to our room, holding a bloody fruit knife in his hand, and gave me and my husband a weird smile."
"And his eyes are still radiating a scarlet red light."
"My husband and I were pretty scared that night."
"So you can't blame us for beating him and scolding him."
"We were all forced to do this by him."
