Subordinate Doting - Chap 78
He was captured and had his stomach filled with mud.
From that day on, Ji Tingyu no longer dared not to take medicine, but the more medicine he took, the worse his spirit became, his organs slowly failed, and his body gave off a foul smell.
Until the first snow of winter finally came, he received He Zhuo’s “grace” and went out to bask in the sun for a long time. He spread out his ragged body under the sun, but he could not get a ray of sunlight.
Perhaps the heavy snow that day was the last ray of light given to him by God. Even God couldn’t bear to let him end his life in such misery.
How did He Zhuo know all this?
When he was investigating the cause of Ji Tingyu’s death, he found out that his honest butler had long been bribed by those four men. Under his torture, the butler revealed the whereabouts of one of them – the baby-faced gardener.
The gardener has a notebook, in which he records the whole process of how they drove Ji Tingyu, a poor depressed patient, crazy step by step over the past three years. He also took a video of him being fed mud, and he would take it out to admire it from time to time for his own amusement.
He Zhuo watched that video three times, and each time it felt like cramps and bone pulling.
Show it to the housekeeper first.
The old man showed a look of regret and kowtowed to the ground, confessing that he was a beast, but He Zhuo did not forgive him.
He pressed the butler’s face into a pot filled with soil until he stopped breathing, “Go and apologize to King Yama.”
Show it to the gardener the second time.
For the first time, an expression of fear appeared on the gardener’s scary baby face. He howled and said that he was wrong and begged He Zhuo to let him go.
But before he could finish his words, he heard a “puff” sound and the skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered in the air and flowed down He Zhuo’s arm.
He Zhuo cut off his face with a knife and told him: “Xiao Yu was most afraid of your face when he was alive. When you go down, remember not to go near him.”
The third time, show it to yourself.
In the small attic where Ji Tingyu had lived for three years, lying on the small bed where he had been tortured, He Zhuo watched the video quietly.
The video is silent and lasts a long fourteen minutes.
A truly dead heart is silent, like a river that will never raise waves again.
He wanted like crazy to get into the video and hug the kitten, and wanted to travel back to half a year ago to kick open the door and stand in front of him.
Don’t humiliate him anymore, don’t torture him anymore… He’s already in a lot of pain, he’s been crying… He can’t even struggle…
But the atrocities in the video will not stop because of his pleading. That is what Ji Tingyu has actually experienced during his lifetime.
What kind of husband would let his lover be abused like that without knowing it? In his previous life, what he gave Ji Tingyu was not love at all, but the most fatal blow that pushed him to death.
He Zhuo couldn’t bear to watch it any longer, he felt so painful that he wanted to kill himself.
He took a handful of medicine from a glass bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, smashed a flowerpot filled with soil, and used sharp porcelain shards to self-harm on his arms.
The thin skin was cut open, and warm blood gushed out like a stream. He cut again and again quickly and fiercely, and the entire arm was cut to pieces. The dark red blood gathered into a pool under him.
It was not until the blood stained the cat’s fur that He Zhuo stopped in a daze. He stood up and wanted to find paper, but before he could move a step, he suddenly froze.
Because he found that the distance from the foot of the bed to the door was shorter than to the window.
Obviously, the door should be the best escape route for Ji Tingyu to choose during the more than three seconds when he used pheromones to knock down the four people, but why did he escape to the window?
He Zhuo’s head buzzed and he threw himself on the bed and opened the video again.
The angle of the video was very tricky, only showing Ji Tingyu’s small bed and the floor around the bed, and not the door and window. But at 7 minutes and 35 seconds, He Zhuo saw him break free from the four people and prepare to escape, his ears suddenly perked up and turned to look out the window.
——He heard a voice coming from outside the window and firmly believed that the owner of that voice could save him.
So what did he hear?
He Zhuo lowered his eyes and scanned the date when the video was shot. He also pulled up the surveillance footage outside the attic at that time. The surveillance footage was facing the flower bed under the attic.
He moved the mouse to make the images scroll quickly, and finally stopped at the day, time period, and precious three or four seconds when the tragedy occurred.
In the gray and white picture, a half-blurred figure walked to the flower bed, stood still, turned around and raised his head.
The next second, He Zhuo saw his own face.
What Ji Tingyu heard was the sound of his car engine, so he ran to the window without hesitation and asked him for help.
But He Zhuo did not save him.
Because the window glass had long been replaced by a one-way one by the gardener.
Ji Tingyu could see He Zhuo turning around and leaving outside, but He Zhuo could not see him struggling inside.
Chapter 31 I want to kiss it inside [Sweet, sweet! ]
Time goes back, heavy snow covers the night of Neville, and the long night is finally over.
Ji Tingyu slept so soundly in He Zhuo’s arms, as if he was a kitten lying in his mother’s cradle, relaxing and comfortably exposing his soft belly, and would not wake up even if he was rubbed a few times.
However, He Zhuo forced himself to recall the details of his past life again and again in a self-torturing manner, repeatedly experiencing the heart-wrenching pain and heartbreak in the hope of finding a clue that could save him.
No matter what the cost, he would fight for a safe and happy life for Ji Tingyu this time and let him be the happiest and most self-willed kitten in the world.
When Ji Tingyu woke up in the morning, He Zhuo was gone. He only left him a note saying that there was cooked chicken and lily porridge in the microwave and asked him to turn it for two minutes before eating.
Ji Tingyu finished his porridge happily, called Monkey, Xiaoqing and Rosalind, and set off for the snowfield.
His job was not as glamorous as he had imagined. Instead, it was trivial and complicated, and he was very busy even when he was not on any external missions.
As the largest semi-military institution in New Zealand, the Press Department is also responsible for maintaining public order and helping the people.
