Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child Chapter 98.2 : The Real Murderer Appeared
Fu Sijin struggled to retreat, and his whole person was like a frightened bird, falling into a kind of stressful extreme fear.
His brain was in a mess and his consciousness was blurred, but the words of the psychologist ranged in his ears: You suffered severe, long-term violent trauma in your childhood.
At the same time, childhood memories began to roll back wildly.
The giant hand strangling the throat, the excruciating pain of punches landing on the body, and the threatening words whispering in the ear.
“All this is your mother’s fault. If you want to hate someone, hate your mother.”
Hate it, hate it, hate it…
This nightmare had been haunting him since the third grade of elementary school, causing him to gradually hate his mother, but he was unable to truly hate her.
No one knows what happened to him. When he was young, Fu Sijin once thought about asking adults for help, but he only saw his father a few times a year, and his mother…
She was the main cause of all this, and the inexplicable knot in his heart prevented him from turning to her for help.
Especially when he was covered in bruises and the other person was sitting high up on the sofa, looking down at him coldly.
He felt as if there was a bottomless abyss between him and his mother.
They can see each other, but you can’t come over and I can’t get close.
Why…if it was him?
Why… wasn’t someone else the one who encountered this disaster?
Oh, so it’s because he has a mother who committed a terrible mistake.
Although he knew that the other party’s words cannot be trusted, the long-term violence inevitably breeds dark thoughts.
The struggle between reason and uncontrollable negative emotions gradually shaped his twisted mind over time.
He is a sick man, terminally ill and beyond cure.
Fu Sijin knew this very well, but he could not save himself and could only struggle in the quagmire that he was sinking deeper and deeper into.
“No, I don’t want to!”
The sudden burst of sharp children’s voice brought Fu Sijin back to his wandering thoughts. He found himself once again locked by the throat by the devilish giant hands, and the familiar feeling of suffocation emerged up.
Without even the strength to struggle, Fu Sijin’s limbs fell cleanly to the ground.
…Killed?
“No, stop it! Let him go, don’t kill him!”
Qingqing struggled desperately, and did not stop even though the rough rope left blood marks on her. She cried loudly, trying to stop these bad guys from killing Fu Sijin, killing… her son.
“Listen to this cry.” Raising his hand to let Hu Zi stop the action first, Han Dayu closed his eyes in ecstasy, immersed in the enjoyment of Qingqing’s crying: “How wonderful.”
He came to Qingqing with brisk steps, grabbed her throat and lifted her up.
Qing Qing!
Fu Sijin’s eyes widened as if they were about to burst out, and suddenly he grabbed the big hand that was clasping his neck with one hand.
Without paying attention to what was happening behind him, Han Dayu grabbed Qingqing and shook her hard a few times, intentionally torturing her.
Qingqing’s legs were hanging in the air, and her short legs kicked weakly a few times in the air. Her little face turned red due to lack of oxygen.
The two chubby little hands clasped the man’s big gloved hands. It seemed that the threat of death had unleashed its potential. Her trimmed and rounded nails could actually scratch the back of Han Dayu’s hand through the gloves.
“Hiss!” Han Dayu felt pain and subconsciously shook his hands. Qingqing’s petite body flew out sideways, hit the beam hard, and slid down weakly.
“Mmmmm…Han…Han Dayu…”
The ‘female ghost’ behind saw this scene and immediately began to struggle violently.
Han Dayu took off his gloves unhappily and looked at the red marks on the back of his hands with an unpleasant expression.
He raised his head suddenly and yelled at the female ghost: “Shut up, bitch! I haven’t settled the matter with you for cheating on me and giving birth to this bastard. If you keep making noise, I’ll be the first to kill you today!”
“Hmm…” With a cloth stuffed in her mouth, the ghost girl spoke unclearly, but people could still understand her: “You…have no conscience…how many more people do you want to…harm…before you…satisfy?”
Such a young child, and this beast actually attacked him without any hesitation. Does this man have any conscience?
I regretted more than once how I could have been so blind to fall for this beastly bastard.
No, calling him a dog is still an insult to the dog. At least a dog will not kill his wife and children!
It turned out that this miserable looking female ghost was Han Weilan’s mother.
Furious at being scolded, Han Dayu suddenly strode over, walked past Han’s mother, and grabbed the unconscious Han Xiaodi.
“Since you are so good at cursing, let me see if you can still curse after this little bastard dies.”
Han’s mother was so frightened that she immediately fought violently, shaking her head frankly, and actually threw the rag out of her mouth.
Seeing that Han Dayu had taken out a small knife with a cold and sharp light on the blade, she was so frightened that she screamed loudly.
“Stop, stop now. He is not my child. He is Lanlan’s son, your grandson, your own grandson. He has your blood in his body. Stop now!”
“What did you say?” Han Dayu stopped and looked at the child in his hands in disbelief: “This is… This is my grandson?”
“Yes, you are the only man in my life. We haven’t seen each other for thirty years. It is impossible for me to give birth to this child alone. He is Lanlan’s child, but I don’t know who the father is. For Lanlan’s reputation, I forced her to register the child under my name and raise him as her brother.”
In order to prevent Han Dayu from really hurting her grandson, Han’s mother didn’t care about anything else and told the secret that had been hidden for many years.
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