The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"If you like it, keep it all."

Xiao Jingchuan touched her exquisite hair accessories, leaned over to her ear, and said with a low smile:

"If you can't wear enough for the wedding, you can wear it alone at night for me to see."

Tang Jiao shrank his neck as he was caressed by the warm breath.

Her face turned red and she punched him softly: "You're serious!"

Xiao Jingchuan squeezed her hand and looked down at the girl with pink face and peach cheeks.

"That's what it's like."

In the end, of course, "adults don't make choices, they want them all." All eight sets of wedding dresses were packed into special wedding dress transport boxes.

Waiting for the wedding to come.

At this time, Tang Jiao still didn't know the seriousness of the problem.

On the day when Tang Jiao was trying on a wedding dress, Xiao Jingchuan was inspired to develop a special hobby that would last a lifetime.

Later, in their new home, the castle villa.

One floor was transformed into a special and gorgeous cloakroom, specially used to display Tang Jiao's favorite wedding dresses.

And every year in the future, on the day before their wedding anniversary, Tang Jiao will receive a beautiful wedding dress from Italy.

Xiao Jingchuan provides design inspiration, and the master personally designs it. This is the only one in the world.

Xiao Jingchuan personally put it on Tang Jiao and then took it off himself.

...

"Today's financial report reports that Xiao Jingchuan, the CEO of Xiaoli Group, is about to get married. As soon as the news came out, the stock price has been rising, and overseas markets have topped the global venture capital list. Good news comes one after another! The identity of his wife has attracted widespread attention."

...

November 11th, 20 days before the wedding.

That night.

It was snowing heavily.

The entire Jingzhou seemed to be covered in ice and snow, and everything was completely silent.

In the security booth of Jingyi Community, the security guard dozed off with his arms folded.

There was only the soft sound of falling snow all around, and everyone fell into a deep sleep quietly, falling into dreams.

"You are lying on a lawn, and there is a river next to it, and many small fish are swimming freely.

You are surrounded by toys and candies, you can play with whatever you want, and the whole lawn is yours.

Yes, that's it, relax and breathe slowly...

Now, choose a toy you like to sleep with you, how about Ultraman?still……"

"You are now lying on a very comfortable cloud, smelling the smell of toast, and feeling that your whole body is extremely relaxed, warm, and safe, with Ultraman accompanying you...

You feel very warm and comfortable, like in a castle in a cartoon, you are very safe, sink, sink, sink..."

In a dark, cold, small bedroom.

On the narrow single child's bed, curled up was a trembling young body.

The soaked bedding was thrown on the floor, exuding a foul stench.

It smells like being drunk and vomiting out the next night's dinner together for a day.

Hair of different lengths that had been violently cut was scattered on the ground.

The little girl was wearing several pieces of clothing of varying thicknesses and she was still shivering from the cold.

His young face was covered with scars.

She frowned, as if she was deeply disturbed in her sleep.

“...Now, every word I say will make you warmer, more comfortable and safer...

With Ultraman by your side, you can do anything.

...You are already a very powerful Ultraman, no monster can defeat you,

You have a great mission, which is to defeat the monsters. When you wake up, you will have the power of Ultraman.

You can get rid of any monsters you don't like or hate, and you will be filled with joy and happiness in the future..."

"I'm going to count from one to five, and when I count to five, you're going to wake up, and when you wake up you're going to be wide awake, like you're born again.

You won't remember who I am, but you will gain the strength to be brave and reborn. "

His eyelids, which were blue and white from the cold, were closed tightly, and the eyes hidden underneath kept trembling.

suddenly!

The black eyes like ink opened with a "Whoosh!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh-! Help!!!!"

A blood-curdling scream woke up everyone in Jingyi Community.

The security guard, who was sleeping on the chair, twitched violently and almost fell to the ground.

After half an hour.

Ambulances and police cars flashed red lights and sped through the snow...

It was just dawn, inside the Jingzhou City Police Station.

"Together again."

"At midnight last night, the suspect burned a pot of hot oil from the kitchen, poured it on the victim, and stabbed him twice with a fruit knife, once in the chest and abdomen."

"The wound was very deep and he died after resuscitation failed."

Shocking photos were posted one by one on the whiteboard.

The man's face and neck were scalded with boiling oil, causing them to blister and fester, leaving him unrecognizable and bloody.

The skin and flesh of the lower body wearing trousers were so hot and red that the fabric could not be pulled off.

The chest and abdomen were stabbed with sharp weapons, and the edges of the wounds were broken in many places. It was obvious that the deceased had struggled during the process.

Zhan Hao knocked on the whiteboard and looked back at a group of policemen sitting with disheveled faces.

They were all woken up in the middle of the night and rushed to the bureau to work overtime.

"Thinking about throwing up?"

The round-faced little policeman covered his mouth and retched, then shook his head weakly:

"Brother Zhan, my stomach is empty and I can't even vomit anything out."

Zhan Hao took a step aside, revealing the other half of the photo on the whiteboard.

In the photo is a thin girl.

Her eyes were mosaic-covered, her body had multiple bruises, frostbite, and suspicious red marks, and her hands had multiple blisters and burns.

"Chen Yiyi, 10 years old, reorganized her family. Her biological mother passed away 6 years ago. She was raised by her stepfather Liu Liang, the deceased. She has many injuries from beatings and abuse, as well as traces of indecency."

A young policewoman squeezed her hands tightly and couldn't help but cursed: "You deserve to die!"

She just visited this girl's home last week because of Bai Sheng's case.

At that time, the stepfather seemed very polite and polite.

But this girl, with eyes like a wolf cub, was on guard against her and remained silent.

did not expect……

Zhan Hao glanced at her and said nothing.

He crossed his arms and said seriously:

"You all know that Chen Yiyi and stepfather Li Dan are also in Bai Sheng's photos. She is about 5 years old in the photos."

"Due to severe traumatic stress, Chen Yiyi's current mental state is extremely unstable and she refuses to speak. There are only two repeated words in her confession, rebirth."

Everyone's face is not very good-looking.

"She must have had a lot of contact with Bai Sheng five years ago."

The round-faced policeman scratched his head: "But these children, no matter how old they are now, don't have any reaction when they see Bai Sheng's photo. They all say they don't recognize him."

"Let alone the adults in the photo who are still alive, who would admit to the police that he beat the child."

Qi Dongyang sat on the edge with his legs crossed and his arms folded, his brows furrowed tightly.

This Bai Sheng is so awesome.

What has he been doing secretly these years...

It is now almost confirmed that in the photo he pinned to the wall, a small circle was made with a red marker in the upper right corner.

These are cases where the abused successfully launched a fatal counterattack against the abuser.