Under the pitch-black night, two figures shuttled through the quiet deserted village and landed silently on a roof.
In the dimly lit room, a woman with disheveled hair was singing nursery rhymes to coax the doll in her arms to sleep.
Gloomy stars illuminate the window sill, and Bao'er holds a red thread in his hand.
Aniang knitted it stitch by stitch and stuffed it into cotton to make a doll.
The night is deep, the lamp is flickering, Bao'er is lost and doesn't know how to return.
My mother is miserable, my mother is in mourning, she stays up all night and sits there, waiting for her son to come home...
A sad nursery rhyme, singing the sadness of a woman missing her son.
Zhou Fan and Zhao Hu, who were lying on the eaves and uncovered the tiles to check, looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Qiao Dabao is dead. No matter how much the woman misses him, he is destined to be separated forever.
The room was almost filled with rag dolls of all sizes. Many dolls measuring two to three meters long were hung on the beams. They hesitated to hang themselves one by one, which made Zhou Fan couldn't help but wonder if Chen Jiaojiao wasn't afraid?
Silent vines extended into the house through the faint moonlight.
A rag doll was cut open by a sharp knife wrapped in vines, revealing blood-stained cotton wool and a rotting corpse.
When Zhou Fan and Zhao Hu on the roof saw this, their expressions changed.
At the same time, a figure in white clothes appeared behind Zhou Fan like a ghost.
"careful!"
"boom!"
The fatal crisis coming from behind made Zhou Fan couldn't help but exclaim and without hesitation, he led Zhao Hu into smashing the eaves and flying into the house.
When he and Zhao Hu just landed, all the rag dolls in the room turned to look at them with red eyes.
"Wait a minute, do it!"
"You want to know the whereabouts of Qiao Dabao, and we also want to know the whole story!"
Zhou Fan shouted quickly and looked at the woman in white slowly falling from the roof.
Zhao Hu had already pulled out the dagger from his waist and was ready to take action and become invisible at any time.
"Are you the Black Widow?"
"Did you kill the villagers and the five rich people?"
Before the woman in white could speak, Zhou Fan took the lead and asked.
The woman in white is Chen Jiaojiao. Since she has weird movement abilities far beyond ordinary people, she may be the murderer.
She is not crazy, she is just pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.
"Where is Dabao?"
A cold and bone-chilling voice came from Chen Jiaojiao's mouth, and her body suddenly grew limbs and gradually transformed into a huge strange humanoid spider.
She did not deny it, because in her eyes, both Zhou Fan and Zhou Fan were corpses.
"He is a kind and cheerful child. I don't believe that his mother will be a murderous demon."
"But I want to hear your story!"
Zhou Fan did not answer Chen Jiaojiao, but instead took out a rag doll from his arms.
The rag doll originally had a weird grin on its face, but now it has been graffitied back to a peaceful smile, and its vermilion eyes have turned into black and white.
The rag doll in the Kangyang Hospital had been reduced to ashes. Zhou Fan graffitied the rag doll he had taken off the villagers' roofs into the way he remembered it.
silence!
The room with flickering candlelight suddenly became quiet!
Zhao Hu looked at the slowly splitting dolls, his eyes full of vigilance.
Instead, Zhou Fan calmly stared at Chen Jiaojiao across from him!
"devil?"
"Those who have lost their conscience are devils!"
Chen Jiaojiao's sarcastic voice sounded, her tone so cold that the temperature around her dropped sharply.
"boom!"
A huge freezer in the house was opened, and a frozen corpse was slowly pulled out by several bloody threads.
The corpse slowly flew towards Chen Jiaojiao and fell directly into her arms.
It was the frozen body of a man. Because it had not completely frozen into ice, his appearance could still be vaguely seen.
With dark cheeks, thick eyebrows and thick lips, he looks like a simple country man.
His body was well preserved, except for a pair of eyes that didn't want to be closed, which looked a little scary.
"My family, George Han, has always been honest and honest throughout his life."
"He just wanted to keep his ancestral home, but he was lured out of the village by the old village chief and others, who violently beat and forced him."
"The men in my family have always been stubborn. If they didn't obey, they would be beaten to death and thrown into the wilderness."
Chen Jiaojiao's resentful voice slowly sounded, and her eyes full of murderous intent stared at Zhou Fan and Zhao Hu, seeming to ask them why God was so unfair and people's hearts were so vicious.
"The night when George Han died, the old village chief came to my house."
"That bitch has teased me verbally before, but after my George Han chased me with a knife, he didn't dare to do it again."
"Now that George Han is dead, he broke into my house overnight. Not only did he tell me that George Han was dead, he also wanted to humiliate me."
"Do you think he should die?"
Chen Jiaojiao lit up the blade. It seemed that talking about the past made her more violent and her murderous intention became more intense.
"Damn it!"
"He absolutely deserves to die!"
Before Zhou Fan could speak, Zhao Hu shouted quickly, fearing that Zhou Fan would say the wrong thing and the two of them would be really embarrassed tonight.
"Many people in the village participated in the death of my George Han."
"That night, my cry for help almost resounded throughout the village, but no one spoke a word of justice for me or came to stop me."
"Do you think they deserve to die?"
Chen Jiaojiao asked again, and the murderous intent in her body was as strong as real, making Zhou Fan and Zhao Hu feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Zhao Hu quickly opened his mouth and shouted with indignation!
He felt that the people in Qiaojiacun were indeed too indifferent.
Even if the old village chief holds the sky with his hands, can everyone really turn a blind eye to such a good thing and show their conscience?
When they fall asleep at night, are they not afraid that George Han will stand at the end of their bed and look at them?
"careful!"
"boom!"
The sudden cold light turned into a slashing blade, and Zhou Fan pushed Zhao Hu away.
When he dodged to avoid it, a deep groove was instantly left on the ground.
"Fuck! What are you doing?"
"Aren't we sharing the same hatred with you?"
Zhao Hu, who was pushed away unprepared, fell down and gnawed on the mud. He stood up and asked angrily.
"They're all going to die!"
"All of you are going to die!"
Chen Jiaojiao completely fell into madness, her eyes filled with murderous intent and she yelled like crazy.
She wants to kill, kill everyone she sees.
In the blink of an eye, she turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Zhou Fan. Her sharp forelimbs, which were like magical weapons, were waving wildly, as if they were going to tear him into pieces.
"Qiang!"
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The harsh sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, and Zhou Fan was almost unable to fight back after being attacked.
Countless rag dolls pounced on Zhao Hu on the other side, swallowing him up in the blink of an eye.
"Where is my son?"
Just when Zhou Fan urged his embroidered shoes to move quickly, his body like a phantom dodging the slashing spider legs, Chen Jiaojiao shouted sternly and chased him frantically.
Zhou Fan did not use the scent of Bauhinia Orchid because Zhao Hu would also be affected in a confined space.
Seeing that he was no match, Zhou Fan immediately broke the window and fled outside the hospital.
Chen Jiaojiao, who was chasing after him, had no intention of letting him go, and immediately chased him and killed him.
"he died!"
At this time, Zhou Fan suddenly shouted.
"Your son is dead!"
Although he was cruel, he still informed Qiao Dabao of his death.
Chen Jiaojiao, who was originally attacking Zhou Fan, suddenly stopped, and Zheng Zhengdi stood there with eyes full of disbelief.
"died?"
She muttered to herself with a dull look on her face, and her eyes gradually became moist.
"That silly boy, he went out to play with his friends in the village, but never came back."
"I'll wait and wait!"
"The body of George Han is here!"
"I froze him for more than ten years, just because I wanted Dabao to see his father one last time."
"Hahaha...dead?"
Chen Jiaojiao started to go crazy again. She was crying loudly and seemed unable to explain the fact that her child had died.
She couldn't accept that after waiting for more than ten years, she would get such a result.
She was unwilling, she didn't believe it, she was completely crazy.
I saw her body gradually turning black, her scarlet eyes dripping with blood and tears, and the last trace of her sanity gradually disappeared.
"die!"
"Everyone must be buried with my son!"
Crazy women are the scariest thing. Before Zhou Fan could react, a ray of red light knocked him backwards and vomited blood.
Zhou Fan controlled the vines to wrap around Chen Jiaojiao, but this time she went crazy and shattered the vines, attacking and beating Zhou Fan like crazy.
Zhao Hu disappeared and rushed out of the hospital. When he saw the crazy Chen Jiaojiao, he was frightened and fled back into the house.
Crazy killing, even if Zhou Fan used all the power of the embroidered shoes and Bauhinia Orchid, he was beaten like a sandbag.
"Pfft!"
The cold forelimb pierced Zhou Fan's shoulder, and two vines wrapped around all of Chen Jiaojiao's spider legs at the same time.
Drops of blood slipped down and dyed Zhou Fan's clothes red. He almost traded his injuries for a chance to entangle him.
At the same time, the dried bark on the main root of the redbud orchid in the Dantian suddenly lit up with a red light.
Red light gradually enveloped Zhou Fan and Chen Jiaojiao, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.
Chen Jiaojiao, who was originally crazy, seemed to sense something, and she gradually regained her senses under the red light.
"mother!"
A clear cry instantly broke through all Chen Jiaojiao's defense lines.
"Click!"
"Kakaka..."
There were bursts of crisp cracking sounds!
Chen Jiaojiao turned black and turned into a giant spider, which suddenly became fragmented and full of cracks.
Chen Jiaojiao broke free from the big spider's body and floated opposite Zhou Fan, looking at him quietly.
To be precise, it was looking at the light in his eyes.
"mother!"
"How about we go home together?"
A childish and crisp call and inquiry sounded!
Chen Jiaojiao, whose face was full of disbelief, burst into tears instantly and hugged Zhou Fan into her arms.
"child!"
"my child!"
"You are finally back!"
Chen Jiaojiao cried heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to vent her grief over the years.
"call out!"
"Pfft~"
At the same time, a sudden sound broke through the air.
The lightning-fast flying knife penetrated Chen Jiaojiao's body in almost the blink of an eye.
She groaned and spurted out blood, then frantically used her strength to trap the flying blade within her body.
This time, she will never allow anyone to hurt her child again.
"who!"
Zhao Hu, who was hiding in the house, rushed out instantly, shouted loudly, and threw out several flying blades to shoot at a man in black on the roof.
"Get him!"
At this time, Pang Pang's roar came from the distance.
He was seen rushing over, carrying a gun barrel-like gun on his shoulder and firing wildly at the man in black on the roof.
A black light shone on the man in black, and after resisting the attack, he turned around and ran away.
Pang Pang and Zhao Hu quickly chased after him, leaving only Chen Jiaojiao holding Zhou Fan in the yard.
The big spider that gradually collapsed turned into strands of energy and poured into his body.
"See you in the last days!"
"Mom, I have no regrets..."
Chen Jiaojiao, who hugged Zhou Fan tightly, shed two drops of crystal tears, which splashed on Zhou Fan's cheeks.
Her and the big spider's fragmented bodies turned into dots of fluorescent light and poured into Zhou Fan's body.
Pieces of fragmented memories gradually emerged in Zhou Fan's mind.
Those were Chen Jiaojiao's best memories, but they can never be touched again.
The furthest distance in the world is the distance between us.
One of them is in Qiaojia Village, and the other is in the underground pit of the Kangyang Hospital.
The two missed each other for more than ten years, but they could not see each other until their death.