In the du family's house, Zhou Hui, who had just survived a disaster, was sweating profusely. She lay on the sofa, motionless.
Jiang Zhiyuan had already left, but the ghastly and terrifying feeling he left behind was still lingering in her mind. The warning he gave before he left was still ringing in her ears. Zhou Hui bit off the tape on du changqun's hand for him. He was still lying on the ground, twitching and mumbling to himself that he was going to call the police.
When the couple broke free of the restraints and calmed down a little, it was already close to four in the morning.
Zhou Hui went to the room to see her son and daughter. The two children had been knocked out in time and were still sleeping. The window in the room was wide open, and the moonlight spilled into the room through the lifted curtain. Zhou Hui covered her face and closed the door for her daughter when she came out.