Several servants had already given their confessions and were ready to deal with the police's inquiries.

The fires surged into the sky, and neighbors nearby hurriedly called the police and shouted through the flower wall: "Are you okay?"

The cook said, "Our master, our master is gone."

Then the servants suddenly realized and pretended to be sad and cried: "Master, Master, where is our master, ah, there is also the Butterfly Girl."

"Are you calling me?" Xiaodie's voice rang.

The cook turned around and said in surprise: "Oh my God, Miss Butterfly, you're fine, it's so good."

The fire was very big, illuminating the back garden as bright as daylight. Xiaodie saw the cook's eyes shining brightly, and she was really crying with joy.

Her cold heart was a little soft and warm. She faced the cook's outstretched arm and patted it gently and said, "Auntie, I'm fine."

The servants stopped the cook to save Xiaodie, mainly because they were worried that Mr. Bai would become a demon if he was released. God knew what would happen if he really came out.

They had no grudges with Xiaodie, and they usually sympathized with this girl. Now, seeing Xiaodie is safe and sound, they breathed a sigh of relief: Just burn Mr. Bai to death, and they could also numb themselves to say that they were eliminating harm for the people and avenging the innocent children. It was a blessing that they did not implicate the innocent.

Xiaodie smiled and said, "It turns out that everyone is thinking about me, Xiaodie is really grateful."

The cook took her hand and said, "Of course, we all like Butterfly Girl."

There was a car sound in the distance, and Xiaodie seemed to be talking to herself: "Hey, maybe the fire truck is coming?"

This sentence reminded the servants who were ulterior motives. Some immediately realized that the gate was secretly locked by them, so someone quickly ran to the front yard and shouted, "Let's go and save the master."

Several people hurried to the door, but fortunately the door did not burn here, so the lock was hanging there. A servant hurriedly took off the lock and threw it aside. After throwing it, he suddenly realized that since the door was always locked, how did Xiaodie come out?

The man looked at Xiaodie, and found that the latter was looking at the burning house with an admiring look. The person who was looking at her, turned his head and smiled faintly at the servant.

Under the firelight, her smile seemed particularly strange. The servant felt a little excited and his body became cold.

The cook asked with a big mouth: "Miss Butterfly, how did you escape?"

She saw Xiaodie wearing a brocade cheongsam, her head was meticulous, and she didn't look like she was panicked and ran out of the fire.

Xiaodie sighed: "I have been dancing with my friends at night. I've only come back. I didn't expect you... to do so many things."

The cook exclaimed: "What does so many things mean?"

Several other people also stared at Xiaodie nervously.

"You escaped from the fire, didn't you try very hard?"

Xiaodie pointed at the house, as if she didn't see the lock hanging on the door just now.

At this time, the fire brigade had arrived and the leader came in and asked, "Who is the victim?" The servants pointed at Xiaodie, who was the pear blossom and rain: "My master is still inside. Please save my master. It costs as much as you want. As long as the master is fine, our family can pay as much as you pay." The affection she said was deep and the servants saw it, and a chill was slowly rising from the bottom of their hearts.

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At this time, the fire brigade had arrived and the leader came in and asked, "Who is the victim?" The servants pointed at Xiaodie, who was the pear blossom and rain: "My master is still inside. Please save my master. It costs as much as you want. As long as the master is fine, our family can pay as much as you pay." The affection she said was deep and the servants saw it, and a chill was slowly rising from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't worry, Miss, we will do our best."

The captain waved, and the firefighters pulled the water pipes and poured water on the burning house. The servants and Xiaodie hurriedly took a few steps back, worried that the water would wet their clothes. Several servants looked at Xiaodie and showed fear. Even the chef looked at Xiaodie and moved from a distance. The chef thought that the Butterfly looked particularly... terrible tonight.

When Bai Wendi arrived, the fire had already been extinguished. Most of the three-story building was burned out. The ground was charred and water was poured everywhere, mixed with bricks, stones and soil, and the scene was in chaos.

Xiaodie stood aside, her face full of fatigue, and several old servants cried: "Master, Master, our master hasn't come out."

His injuries were not completely healed. Meihua held his arm and whispered: "Uncle Bai, don't be too sad, Uncle Bai." Bai Wendi pushed the plum blossom away and staggered towards the smoke-filled rubble.

Meihua hurriedly followed: "Uncle Bai, where are you going? There is danger over there."

Bai Wendi looked at the ruins and couldn't believe it all in his eyes.

He had a complicated relationship with this house. He grew up in this big house, and every window in the house was sealed with steel strips, making it even more dark. The windows sealed the crying of the children in the big house and also sealed all Bai Wendi's childhood dreams.

When he grew up, he hurriedly fled the house, but he didn't expect that one day he would face the collapse of this house and the terrible tyrant in the house.

He stepped on the rubble and walked step by step like the third floor.

Half of the wooden staircase was burned, and when it was stepped on, the plum blossoms creaked behind them and said, "Uncle, be careful."

The door of Mr. Bai's room was still there. He let out a long breath, held his breath and pushed open the door suddenly.

The room was filled with burnt and an indescribable aroma…the aroma of meat.

The bed in the middle of the house has disappeared. There was a pile of black coke in the original bed, and you could vaguely see a human figure.

Bai Wendi's lips shivered. He walked a few steps forward and stared at the human-shaped traces in the ashes. He could be sure that it was Mr. Bai, because there was still a bright golden tooth in the human-shaped mouth with its big open head.

This sinful man finally died!

What does it feel like? Relief? Is it happiness or pain?

Bai Wendi couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and he had mixed feelings. What this man did was always what he hated the most, but he was also his biological father, the person who gave him life. Now that person is lying there, burning like an old tree trunk.

Bai Wendi looked around the room and was puzzled: There was no big problem in other parts of the room, but half of the curtains were burned, and the door was fine. Why would Mr. Bai be burned to death?

He took off his white suit and put it on his hand and hugged the bone graft like an old tree trunk in the ashes. At this time, a little red flashed, and Bai Wendi found a small piece of red bamboo mat under the corpse.

It seems that Mr. Bai died on this mat.

Bai Wendi twisted the mat in his hand and smelled a smell, which was not burnt or the smell of protein burning at high temperatures. And like the smell of chemical experiments he had done while studying, he sniffed and suddenly remembered what the smell was, the smell of phosphorus when striking matches.

In other words, the mat was covered with white phosphorus. The house was on fire, and the fire continued to the corridors and stairs. The room heated up quickly, and the white phosphorus applied to the mat began to burn, and finally burned Mr. Bai to death. Strangely, the burned corpse had no trace of struggle. Why was he so calm?
Chapter completed!