Pick.

Cheng Luo put the photos on the table again, and the furniture that was still singing the chorus immediately returned to normal and extremely quiet.

"You guys say...will she hear us?"

"Impossible...?"

Cheng Luo lifted his eyelids and hanged the suitcase one by one into the wardrobe without saying a word. She swept through the corner of her eyes and found several long scratches and long-dried blood on the cabinet door.

"One, two, three children, four, five, and six children.

Seven or eight cute kids are playing with snowballs hand in hand.

I saw the eighth page of a book and sang the fourth sentence of a song.

There was only half a bite of a candy, and there were still five children left."

“…”

A song suddenly came from my ears, singing intermittently in my tender childish voice.

"I lost one pair of slippers, and I recited the second volume of a code.

A hunting gun and bullet have been loaded, and there are still two children left.

A story has not begun, a child opened his eyes…”

“…”

Bang.

Something hit Cheng Luo.

The wind suddenly stopped, and everything fell into deep silence.

The pungent smell of blood surrounded her tightly, and Cheng Luo heard a very small murmur.

"Sister, can you pick up my ball?"

She looked down.

A bloody male head was quietly pressed against her feet...
Chapter completed!