Wu Heng drank Coke and watched the surveillance camera, quietly waiting for his enemy to return.
About 20 minutes passed.
He saw from the surveillance camera a black commercial vehicle parked in the courtyard.
A spirited old man about sixty years old walked into the room carrying an apple as big as a basketball in his left hand and a black briefcase in his right hand.
Following the movement of the elevator, the old man walked out of the elevator on the second floor.
Wu Heng held the young man's right leg and slowly walked out of the room.
As soon as the old man went upstairs happily, he saw Wu Heng covered in blood and his son on the ground.
His originally kind and gentle expression suddenly changed.
The apple in his hand fell to the ground.
"Son, my son, doctor what have you done."
The old man burst into tears and gritted his teeth as he looked at the black doctor in front of him who he hired to help remove the child's heart source.
"I'm not a doctor."
Wu Heng used his own voice.
"you"
The old man's expression was full of hatred and fear. He could tell that he recognized the voice of the supplier in the basement.
"I understand."
"How you love him!"
Wu Heng dragged the old man's child's body and walked towards the old man step by step.
"You have plans, hopes and dreams for him."
"He's going to have good health and a great future."
"You get to love him and watch him grow, and he has a wonderful life.
Wu Heng slowly walked up to the old man and looked at the old man whose eyes were gradually losing their luster.
"but me…"
"denies his past;"
"Deprived of his future!"
As he spoke, he threw the corpse in his hand in front of the old man with a bang.
"Give it back!"
"This is all he has left...blood and flesh, blood and flesh that is about to rot!"
When the old man heard these words, he stared at the dead child in front of him in a daze.
Yes, his dream has been completely shattered.
He had no time to continue staring at Wu Heng with hatred.
Thinking back on his lonely life, he finally got a son in old age, but now the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man, leaving him alone as an old man.
"Ah~"
The old man howled wildly.
Then he rushed towards the table in the living room, picked up a fruit knife, and slashed his own throat.
He staggered a few steps and fell next to the young man's body. He was worried that the child would be too cold alone, so he wanted to accompany the child.
Wu Heng stood quietly and watched the old man's behavior.
People will only understand how painful it is when they experience the pain inflicted on others.
Which parent has no children, and which parent is willing to watch their children die.
This old man was not right, and he was right, but he deserved to die.
After all, in this world, Wu Heng himself has a mother.
Although he has no memory of his growth, he did stay in this body for 20 years, and his soul slowly repaired as his body grew from the womb.
When Wu Heng thought of this, he immediately wanted to go home.
He opened the big briefcase that the old man was carrying and looked at it. There were stacks of cash inside, and he roughly estimated that it was about one million.
This should be the benefit fee the old man gave these people.
With a thought, Wu Heng took the money in the briefcase and put it into his own space.
He stood up and came to the elevator entrance, paused, and turned his head slightly to look at the two corpses on the ground:
"Old man, thank you for your money, and thank you for letting me see the darkness!"
The old man, with all his blood flowing out, just lay there quietly, posing rudely.
Confirm that the old man is completely dead.
Wu Heng turned around and went to the first floor, and started rummaging through the middle-aged man's room again.
I found my mobile phone and keys from a black plastic in the drawer. I pressed the phone but there was no response. It must have run out of battery.
It is a pure black full-screen mobile phone with scratch marks on the casing, revealing a few silver-gray spots. "FARE" is engraved on the back, which should be the brand of the mobile phone.
The screen of the mobile phone had seven or eight broken marks, which were caused by the previous fall.
The broken glass screen reflected the appearance of the gentle male doctor, and the incomplete mirror image reflected by the cracks was like the doctor's gaze in hell.
'Heh~'
Wu Heng sneered and chose a gray windbreaker in the room to change into.
'Yes, I like trench coats. '
Wu Heng looked in front of the bathroom mirror and washed his face.
He walked to the yard, smiled like a doctor at the camera hanging above the door, and then got into the old man's black business car.
I checked my current location and found that I was already in the northern suburbs. I checked the route, navigated to the nearest route back to the city, and started the car on the road.
A fire had already broken out at the villa in the distance.
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"Nice cut!"
Wu Heng was in the "Yijianmei" barber shop, looking at his current hairstyle with a big back and his strong body holding up a well-fitting windbreaker. He looked handsome and energetic.
"That's because you have good foundation."
Teacher Tony complimented from the side.
Sufficient blood supply allowed Wu Heng's body muscles to adjust themselves to their best condition. The streamlined muscles throughout his body were strong yet agile.
His eyes are deep and lively, his nose is high, his smooth and fair face exudes a sharp and cold look, and his height has also grown by 5 centimeters to around 183cm.
He had parked the car on the side of the road in the wilderness just now, walked for a while, and put Doctor Sven's holster into the space.
Dodging pedestrians all the way to the station, he found a faucet to wash himself, and bought a new windbreaker and pants. Then he took the bus back to the city and came to this barber shop. He had had enough of the decadent hairstyle of his predecessor.
'It's time to go home. '
Wu Heng muttered something in his mind, with a bit of uneasiness. He didn't have this kind of uneasiness when facing the ice hell monks.
In Beiquan City, Wu Heng followed the direction in his memory and came to the Sunshine Community where his home was located.
There were three girls standing next to the entrance of the community, as if they were waiting for the bus.
"Hey, he's so handsome. You're stunned to see Lili."
The girl in the white dress on the left smiled and said to the girl in the middle.
"If you like it, go and strike up a conversation. I'll win it tonight." The girl in the middle pushed the girl named Lili on the right.
"What are you thinking about? What should I say to him?" asked the girl named Lili.
"Whatever you say, he is a man. Men are simple animals. Look at me."
"Hi handsome!"
The girl in the middle said and shook her white little hand to Wu Heng, who was walking from the side.
Wu Heng was so anxious to return home at this moment that he just wanted to go home and have a look, and was completely too lazy to pay attention to these people.
Ignoring the woman and the security guard, he swiped his card directly on the electronic fence of the community and walked all the way to Room 402.
"Hahaha Xiaoyuan, no one pays attention to you." The girl in the white dress laughed.
"He just didn't hear it!"
The girl in the middle picked up her phone and started typing, hiding her embarrassment.
Wu Heng stood at the door of his home, took a deep breath, and knocked gently on the door.
No one responded, and he remembered that his mother should still be at work at this time, his sister was in her first year of college, and there was no one at home.
In this life, Wu Heng is also a single-parent family. His father died unexpectedly when his predecessor was three years old. At that time, his sister Wu Duoduo was only two months old.
The mother, Yang Huifen, was a woman with two children who were waiting to be fed. She relied on her husband's compensation to get through the most difficult years. Then she did not dare to sit back and rest, and she tried to find a job from a full-time housewife, raising her two children with difficulty.
Wu Heng took out the key and opened the door.
The living room is decorated in a simple beige style, and the 80-square-meter room is divided into three bedrooms.
On the wall above the TV are some awards that Wu Heng and his sister received when they were young, such as "Three Good Students", "Best Child", and "Excellent Factory Employee" from their mother.
On the wall on the right was a family portrait of a family of three. Wu Heng felt that his heart, which was beating violently like an engine, slowly slowed down and began to relax.