Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

Connor's eyes were wide open, and the anger in his eyes seemed to ignite the air around him. He was completely consumed by anger at the moment and didn't care whether he would be discovered or not.

He only had one thing in mind, which was to rush forward immediately and tear Lin Guochang into pieces with his own hands to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Every muscle was tense with anger, and he looked like a mad lion, ready to crush the enemy in front of him.

However, the numerous and varying degrees of pain on his body were like heavy shackles that ruthlessly bound him to the spot.

Every time he tried to get up, it felt like countless steel needles were piercing deeply into his body. The severe pain surged like a tide, making him sweat profusely.

He could only sit there helplessly, staring at Lin Guochang fiercely, with a look that seemed to want to dig two bloody holes in the other person's body.

His chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily, like a tired but still angry bull.

Lin Guochang stood there expressionlessly, like a cold statue.

He silently took out his phone and opened the translation software. The cold electronic sound broke the hatred-filled silence:

"The thing you used before caused the black hole, which caused my son to disappear."

Every word was like an icy bullet, shooting at Connor and revealing the secret behind the kidnapping.

When Connor heard the cold mechanical voice coming from the translation software, he felt as if he was suddenly struck by an electric current. He was stunned at first and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

For an instant, a trace of undisguised panic flashed in his eyes, like a frightened hare, but this trace of panic was fleeting like a shooting star, and was soon completely covered up by the anger like a surging wave.

He was like an enraged beast, with veins popping out on his neck, and roared:

"Humph, I don't know what you are talking about, Lin Guochang, you lunatic!"

The roar echoed wildly like thunder in this small and dark basement, hitting the surrounding walls, as if to completely break through the depressing atmosphere.

Lin Guochang had a stern look on his face. He sighed deeply, and that sigh seemed to be mixed with helplessness and determination.

Then, he calmly took out a syringe from his pocket. The syringe reflected a cold light under the dim light, which was chilling.

He slowly raised his head, staring at Connor with eyes as sharp as ice knives, and spoke word by word:

"Whether you know it or not, you will find out later."

The voice was low and oppressive, like the whisper of death, and it seemed to freeze the air in the basement.

Connor stared at the needle that was shining with cold light. The cold metallic luster seemed like a sharp edge, piercing straight into his eyes.

In an instant, a chill surged from the bottom of his heart, crawling along his spine like an icy snake, giving goose bumps to every inch of his skin.

However, his proud and stubborn soul would never allow him to show weakness in front of the enemy. He held on to his spirit and tried to calm himself down. He stared at Lin Guochang fiercely, as if he was about to spit fire.

"How dare you! What you are doing is illegal. When I get out, you will be prepared to bear my wrath. You will suffer!"

His voice was shaking slightly with anger and fear, but still contained a threat.

Lin Guochang was like a cold iceberg, turning a deaf ear to Connor's threats.

There was a fire of revenge burning in his eyes, a fire hot enough to burn away all reason.

He held the syringe tightly and walked towards Connor step by step. Each step was steady and firm. The "dong dong" sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent basement, like the death knell.

"Illegal?"

His voice was low and hoarse, but it carried an unmistakable anger.

"Are the things you did in Lao Mei legal? You broke into China without permission, tried to kidnap my wife, and caused my son to go missing. His life or death is still unknown!

He was so young and innocent, but he disappeared without a trace in the disaster you caused. I can't let him just disappear like this!"

Connor felt Lin Guochang's tangible anger, and a trace of panic surged in his heart.

He tried to move his wounded body backwards, but the cold, hard wall behind him ruthlessly blocked his way back, making him like a trapped beast in despair.

"You think you can find your son by doing this? You are simply stupid! You are digging your own grave."

There was a hint of desperate struggle in his words, trying to break this suffocating situation with a final resistance.

Lin Guochang walked up to Connor and stared at him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a lifeless object.

Then, he slowly squatted down, without any hesitation, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Connor's arm tightly, with such force that it seemed as if Connor's bones were crushed.

"This is the fastest way to get you to tell the truth. I don't have the patience to deal with you anymore."

He said this coldly, his voice like a verdict from hell.

After saying that, he pointed the needle, which was shining with cold light, at Connor's blood vessel without hesitation. The needle reflected a hint of death in the dim light.

……

Lin Guochang walked slowly with slightly heavy steps on the narrow staircase leading out of the basement.

The dim light flickered overhead, stretching his shadow to appear long and short, like a ghost.

He had a stern expression, a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and the blood on his hands was particularly glaring under the light.

He slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood off his hands again and again. His movements were mechanical and numb, as if he was doing something very ordinary.

After cleaning the blood on his hands, he walked across a barren meadow and came to a remote corner.

There was a small wooden house, standing alone, surrounded by half-human-high weeds, shivering in the wind, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Lin Guochang stopped in front of the wooden house and took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket.

The cigarette wrapper was a little worn and the edges were slightly curled, but he didn't care and skillfully held the cigarette in his mouth.

"Crack!"

There was a slight sound, and a faint flame lit up beside him.

It turned out that at some point, another hand holding a lighter reached out and lit the cigarette for him.

Lin Guochang had no intention of refusing. He leaned forward slightly, lit the cigarette with the help of the flame, and took a deep breath.

He stood there quietly, gazing at the blood-red sunset in the distance.

The gorgeous sunset dyed the sky an orange-red color, which was breathtakingly beautiful, yet carried an unspeakable sadness.

He just watched quietly, with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was lost in deep thought, or as if he was recalling some distant past. No one knew what he was thinking.

"How about the truth serum? Does it work?"

In the cabin, a low voice suddenly broke the silence. The voice echoed in the slightly small space, with a bit of curiosity and exploration.

Lin Guochang was slightly startled, then he said "hmm" softly as a response.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the man with a complicated expression. There was surprise, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible vigilance in his eyes.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to come and help me."

Lin Guochang's voice was a little hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

His eyes were fixed on the other person, as if he wanted to find the answer from the other person's eyes, which were intertwined with memories of the past and a new examination of the person in front of him.