After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 1984 What are you waiting for?

They agreed to meet at a private club in the evening. After leaving the coffee shop, Zhang Ran returned to Da Ya's house and packed her things into her suitcase.

Er Ya stood to the side nagging, "Weren't you going to pick up your aunt from prison in a few days? Why are you leaving now? Can't you stay a few more days?"

Zhang Ran picked up her suitcase and looked at her, "Don't I have to arrange a place for her in advance? Otherwise, where will she stay after she gets out of prison?"

“Oh, right, right, right.” Er Ya nodded repeatedly and said considerately, “Then I’ll help you pack.”

"I also need to go!"

"I also need to go!!"

Sanya and Siya, who were standing at the door, rushed in, shouting excitedly.

In the end, Zhang Ran didn't let anyone go. She didn't want them to set foot in the place she was going, nor did she want them to find her on their own after learning where she lived, and cause any accidents.

Dongchan was still the only one driving. Half an hour later, the car entered the Sunshine Community and parked in front of a building.

After getting off the bus, Zhang Ran looked up at the building and fell into a reverie.

She doesn't like high floors, worrying unnecessarily that she won't be able to escape in case of fire or earthquake, or that her legs will break if there's a power outage.

She prefers ground-floor apartments with yards, but falling objects from above are a problem, and the sewers are also a major issue, as they tend to get damp and moldy on rainy days.

After much deliberation, she finally bought the third floor, since the second floor had already been sold.

Enter the elevator and press the button for the third floor.

There were other residents in the elevator, who were curiously looking at Zhang Ran and Dong Chan, probably because they had never seen them before.

When they reached the third floor, the elevator doors opened, and Zhang Ran and Dong Chan stepped out one after the other, arriving at the door of room 403. They took out their keys and opened the door.

Seeing that she was standing at the entrance and did not continue to walk forward, Dongchan quietly stood aside and waited.

The room was decorated exactly the same as in her previous life, and the furniture was specially purchased by her and placed in the designated locations according to her requirements.

In a daze, Zhang Ran saw herself covered in blood, pleading and crying out, "Mom! Dad and my brother are going to kill me! Call the police!"

Her mother responded by quickly turning around and locking the door.

"What are you doing?! Get out of my way!"

She rushed forward and shoved her mother aside, desperately reaching out to unlock the door, but her father, who had been chasing after her, grabbed her hair from behind and dragged her backward, causing her to fall heavily to the ground.

Zhang Ran walked forward step by step, watching as her father grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the living room, leaving a trail of blood on the clean and tidy floor.

"Dad! I was wrong, I was wrong! Please let me go. I'll give the house to my brother, I'll give him all the money, I'll give him everything. Please don't kill me, please don't kill me."

"Too late!" The father turned to Luo Yaozu and scolded, "What are you still standing there for?! Come and hold her down!"

Zhang Ran stopped in her tracks, looked up at Luo Yaozu standing in front of the television, holding a knife, who rushed over with a ferocious expression and used his weight advantage to press down on her.

The fear of death drove him to struggle desperately, screaming, "Help! Help me!!"

The cries for help were so loud that the mother immediately went to close the window, then turned on the TV with the remote and turned up the volume.

The father and son were about to lose control of themselves.

The father roared at Luo Yaozu, "What are you waiting for? Kill her!"

Luo Yaozu indulged in drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking, but he had never killed anyone. His hand holding the knife trembled, and he never dared to make a move.