Ye Zhizhou went to the secret room in the basement when Ye Qingkong was finishing up her daily routine.
It was an empty room.
The only thing in the room was a black and white photo of Li Zhiwei.
Ye Zhizhou knelt in front of the photo. He stretched out his hand to caress Li Zhiwei's face in the photo.
"Zhiwei, I miss you."
"Zhiwei, I'll avenge you very soon."
"Zhiwei, You've left me alone. I'm very lonely."
"Zhiwei, I miss you so much."
The door of the room opened suddenly. Someone walked up and grabbed Ye Zhizhou by the collar. He shoved him hard against the wall.
"Open your eyes. Look carefully. Li Zhiwei is dead."
Ye Zhizhou closed his eyes in anguish. No.
Li Zhiwei was not dead.
His Zhiwei was still alive.
"Ye Zhizhou..."
"I will avenge Zhiwei and kill every last one of them. They will all meet with Zhiwei in the depths of Hell. She must be so lonely there."
