I don't know what kind of hatred can make a mother hate her so much that she wants her daughter's soul to be beaten to immortality.
Du Xuan's words opened my eyes.
I frowned, glanced at Du Xuan, and said nothing.
"Oh my god, that's your own biological daughter. No matter what happens, you won't let Hu Ling beat her to death, right?" Dongzi couldn't hold it back and exclaimed.
"I hate myself for giving birth to such a disaster star. If I hadn't given birth to that damn child, my Xiaoxi wouldn't have disappeared now!" Du Xuan didn't take Dongzi's words seriously and gritted her teeth.
"It's bad to beat someone's soul to pieces. Even if you gave me two million, I wouldn't do it!" I said calmly.
Du Xuan glanced at me, with a hint of scorn on her face and said, "I'll take you to Daxi's room!"
After walking out of Xiao Xi's room, Du Xuan pointed to the outermost door and said, "That's Da Xi's room. It's a bit dirty inside. I'm really embarrassed to ask you to go there."
As soon as Du Xuan's voice fell, a strange soft sound came from Du Xuan's bedroom behind us. It was somewhat similar to human groans of pain. It was not loud, but it seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night.
A wisp of yin energy overflowed from the crack in the door, and a cold shiver ran down my arms.
I looked back and saw nothing through the door panel.
Du Xuan seemed not to be aware of the sound at all, and walked towards the first door in the corridor.
When I came out, I gave Dongzi an eye-opening charm. He also heard the sound, tugged at the corner of my clothes and asked me quietly: "Hu Ling, did you hear anything?"
"Don't worry about it for now, let's take a look and then talk." I whispered to Dongzi.#@$&
Dongzi stopped talking and followed me, looking back at Du Xuan's bedroom door from time to time.
"Hu Ling, did you find anything?" Du Xuan turned around and asked me after hearing Dongzi and I's movements.
"Let's go to Daxi's bedroom first." I said noncommittally.
Du Xuan had already reached the door of Daxi's bedroom and reached out to turn the door handle.
A stale smell came out of the house, mixed with the unique smell of foot odor that occurs when cardboard boxes become damp.%&(&
Du Xuan raised her hand to fan the tip of her nose, raised her hand to press the door switch, and asked me with a look of disgust: "There are a lot of things about that dead child in here. I feel a little uncomfortable looking at it. Can you not go in?"
"Please!" I walked straight in without looking at her.
This bedroom is not big and not much decorated. The walls are basically white and the brightness of the ceiling lamp is not high, making the room a little dark.
There is no other furniture in the house except a simple wooden bed and a desk, not even a cabinet. There are a few hooks stuck on the wall, and two sets of winter cotton clothes are hung on the hooks. They are dark blue and the style is a bit old-fashioned.
It's like the clothes a twelve-year-old should have.
There is also a row of hooks glued to the side of the desk, and several transparent plastic bags are hung on the hooks. The bags contain small items such as underwear and socks.
There are no books on the desk except textbooks, but they are neatly arranged. Although the white paint on the wooden desk is peeling off and there are many scratches, it looks clean and not messy, and everything is placed in order.
There is no dust on the table either.
In addition, there is a glass bottle on the table. It should be an empty bottle for drinks or candies. It is not big and has a pretty shape. There is half a bottle of water in the bottle, and two rose flowers are stuck in it. The flowers have withered and withered.
Brown, but the leaves are still green.
The bed is located very close to the desk. There is no stool in front of the desk, so the bed should act as a stool.
The bed was made of light gray sheets, which did not match the colorful quilt cover, but they were folded cleanly and neatly, with not a single wrinkle on the sheets.
The other half of the house is filled with all kinds of discarded debris, plush toys with missing arms and legs, shabby carpets, empty cardboard boxes, chipped flower pots, broken electrical appliances, everything. If it weren't for this bed and
The desk makes it impossible to tell that this is a bedroom.
It's more like a utility room.
What makes me confused is that these things are not thrown away, but are all piled up at home.
The smell in the room was very clean, which confirmed my guess.
I thought about it, walked to the desk, took out a small vest from the bag hanging on the hook, and put it into the bag.
If you want to set up a formation to find where the child has gone, you have to use her personal belongings.
Coming out of Daxi's bedroom, I saw Du Xuan had returned to the sofa in the living room and was sitting there waiting for us.
"Hu Ling, what's going on? Did you find out anything? Did the ghost of the dead child come back and charmed my Xiaoxi away?"
Seeing us coming out, Du Xuan stood up quickly, looked at me and asked.
I shook my head gently, "Xiao Xi's disappearance has nothing to do with Da Xi. Can we go into your bedroom and take a look?"
Du Xuan was stunned, looked at me doubtfully and asked: "My bedroom?"
I nodded.
"Okay, no problem, I'll take you in to see it."
Du Xuan said as she walked up the steps, walked in front of Dongzi and me, and opened a door at the end of the corridor.
The moment he opened the door, a dark air rushed in his face, and a wet-looking black shadow flashed past and quickly entered a door on the right side of the bedroom.
That's not a person.
"Holy shit! Hu Ling!" Dongzi exclaimed in shock as the eye-opening charm on her body had not yet expired.
I turned around and glared at Dongzi. Dongzi immediately shut up, with a look of fear on his face.
Du Xuan knew nothing about all this, and looked at Dongzi with some suspicion, then looked at me.
I had no intention of explaining it to her.
The bedroom is large and tidy, with a set of luxurious wall cabinets, soft coverings on the walls, a large bed, a golden European dresser beside the bed, treble and bass speakers on the other end, and ultra-thin LCDs hanging on the wall.
There is a cabinet under the TV. Through the brown transparent glass on the cabinet door, you can see stacks of discs inside.
Most people in this era use computers, and few people use discs to listen to music and watch movies. I don’t know whether Du Xuan uses these things to miss something or is just stubborn by nature.
Maybe both.
The whole bedroom feels very luxurious.
In this home, whether it is the living room, Xiao Xi's room, Du Xuan's bedroom or the overall decoration, Da Xi's bedroom feels like it is incompatible with this home and should not be in this place.
After looking around, I walked to the door where the black shadow disappeared, turned around and asked Du Xuan: "Is this a bathroom?"
"Well, there is a cloakroom and a small bathroom inside." Du Xuan nodded, looking slightly nervous.
I reached out and opened the door.
I instantly knew where the faint yin and evil energy I felt when I entered came from. This chapter has been completed!