Chapter 944 Take You There
Silent comfort, which was the only thing she could do.
When learning about others' tragedies, people felt sadness instead of indifference, numbness or even mockery.
This might be the difference between humans and animals.
It turned out he had been hallucinating, constantly calling out Christina's name, saying sorry because of this.
"So, you took revenge and killed everyone who hurt Christina, right?" Ava asked, choking up.
"That's right." Vincent's eyes gleamed with ferocity. "I killed them, every last one of them!"
The surging anger boiled wildly in his heart. Even now, that anger and despair couldn't disappear from his life. He still hated.
Even though those people were all dead, the hatred remained. He couldn't let it go, he would never let it go!
"It's said that their gang is the god of this city, controlling everything. But when they were kneeling and begging for mercy, rotting on the ground, they were just a pile of rotten meat!" Vincent laughed maniacally, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.
Ava pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears.
Suddenly, Vincent grabbed her wrist tightly. "The basement really is making noise, you didn't hear wrong. Want to know why?"
Ava bit her lip and nodded.
"Come on, I'll take you there." Vincent pulled Ava up and walked towards the basement.
He held Ava's arm and led her to the basement door.
The door was somewhat old and the doorknob was a bit rusty.
Before making dinner, she had come here and heard some noise.
She opened the door to check, but got scared.
Now, hearing Vincent talk about his experiences and bringing her to the basement, she couldn't help but feel suspicious, even vaguely sensing where the noise in the basement was coming from.
"Ava, it's not normal down there. You better be prepared," Vincent reminded.
Ava turned her head and said, "I'm prepared, and with you by my side, I'm not afraid."
If she were alone, she definitely wouldn't dare to go down, but now with Vincent by her side, she had nothing to fear.
Vincent indeed gave a sense of security. Although he didn't look like a good person, although he was gloomy and cold, he wasn't a bad person.
If he were a bad person, she would have been dead already.
Vincent opened the door and slowly led Ava down the stairs.
The basement was pitch black. As their footsteps echoed in the basement, suddenly, there was a clanging sound.
Ava was very scared, gripping Vincent's hand tightly, her breathing becoming rapid.
In the basement, it was quite quiet.
The air was filled with a musty smell, a pungent odor that stung her nose.
Ava felt a bit dizzy.
Then the basement light was turned on and it became bright. There were indeed many miscellaneous items piled up here.
But Ava clearly saw that there was actually a person tied up in the basement.
It was a man, his clothes tattered, bound with iron chains, his face swollen beyond recognition.
His hair and beard were long, clearly having been here for a long time without a haircut or shave, and his nails had grown long.
