Chapter 5381
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Will's footsteps were heavy as he walked forward. Every step he took felt like he was carrying a thousand pounds of weight. His tall back was shrouded in sadness. Anyone who saw him would know that this was a man who was grieving.
He was very familiar with this place. He did not walk through the crowded streets. Instead, he walked along the bumpy alleyway to the top.
It was a slope. Looking at the top of the alleyway from the side of the street, it was at least forty degrees. Every step Will took was extremely strenuous. Ye Chien, who was following behind him, even saw him lose his balance a few times. He looked like he was going to fall backward.
Dark red blood dripped all the way, meandering upwards. It was a ghastly sight.
Ye Chien lowered his head slightly and quietly followed behind Bai He, who was carrying the boy. Xia Jinyuan followed behind Will. Bai He was in the middle, and Ye Chien was in the middle.
After walking for at least half an hour, Will stopped outside a house with mottled exterior walls. It was obvious that it was at the bottom of the Melabon Peninsula. He did not need to press the doorbell. There was no doorbell to press. He lifted his foot and gently pushed the iron door that was so rusty that he could rub it with his hand.
The iron door creaked open. Will carried Ai Bei, whose limbs were getting stiffer and stiffer, and walked in. Xia Jinyuan turned back to look at his comrade behind him. He nodded slightly before walking in.
The bungalow was a long and narrow house. Standing in front of the door, one could see the door at the back of the house.
Someone inside heard the noise and quickly ran out of the dimly lit room. It was too dark, and one could vaguely see that it was a middle-aged woman whose figure was out of shape.
"Mr. Will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw Will. Perhaps because Will was carrying someone in his arms, she was a little uncertain. Her tone was very respectful.
Will responded in a low voice. His voice was so choked that the middle-aged woman who was walking out quickly stopped. She must have sensed something. She stood there and did not move another step.
In the dark room, the figure did not move for a long time. The atmosphere was so tense that Ye Chien could not breathe.
She was a middle-aged woman in her forties with white hair. Her hands were rough and her joints were thick. One could tell at a glance how hard life was for her.
She watched Will walk to her side step by step. Her frozen gaze finally fell on the person Will was hugging. Her lips trembled slightly, and she asked in the local language, "Who are you hugging?"
"Abe, Abe …" Will opened his mouth. His suppressed sorrow filled the room like a tide. "Abe, he's already …"
"He's dead, isn't he? He's dead, isn't he? " The middle-aged woman's voice was too soft. It was so soft that it was like a bubble floating in the air. It would disappear with a light touch.
Will did not answer. His silence was the best answer.
"How did he die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. Will, can you tell me all about it? ' The middle-aged woman reached out with trembling hands. She wanted to hug her child. This was her child … her child.
She could not carry Abe. Her voice was filled with sorrow as she begged Will to carry Abe to the bed.
Just as he placed the pale-faced Ai Bei on the bed, the sound of laughter and chatter came from outside the cramped bungalow. It was the voices of two men. One of the men was already shouting at the door before he even walked in, shouting all the way in.
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