Li Hui looked at the scene in front of her and didn't know what to say.
"What a fucking beast."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth, but now he had to restrain himself.
Everything will have to wait until A'Zhu and Bixian are found, not to mention that the footsteps of the male corpse are getting clearer and clearer.
Wang Jin glanced around with a flashlight, and then he discovered exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls of the house.
That's right, oil painting.
The style is very similar to the oil paintings in the corridor. Although these oil paintings are exquisitely painted, they all reveal fear and depression, making people choke after looking at them.
"The painting is really good."
Wang Jin said softly.
"It's just that the painting style is too dark."
Li Hui added in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter, I will take her to see more beautiful things in the future, and she will get better."
Wang Jin's eyes were firm and there was unquestionable determination in his tone.
"call--"
A gust of cold wind blew by. Wang Jin looked back, but found nothing.
Looking around, Wang Jin quickly turned his attention to the mat used by Ah Zi to sleep on.
It's said to be a mat, but it's actually just a few thicker rags stacked together, but it's still washed white and doesn't have a trace of odor.
"I really don't know what to say."
Li Hui shook her head. This was her first time to understand the story of ghost talk in depth, and now she somewhat recognized Wang Jin's point of view.
"I wish I could have met her sooner."
Wang Jin sighed and walked to the mat.
"But it's not too late."
Wang Jin knelt down and gently opened the mat.
The next second, a hand filled with yin energy silently pressed against the wound that Wang Jingang had bandaged, and his inspiration warning jumped crazily.
Wang Jin's first thought was not to fight back, but to stop Li Hui with his hand.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to take a look."
Wang Jin turned his attention to what was under the cushion. It was a neatly folded red dress.
"These are A'Zhu's clothes."
Wang Jin did not look back, but slowly covered the cushion, and then asked.
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Go away!"
Ah Zi did not answer Wang Jin's words, but shouted loudly.
"Kill him quickly!"
In the corner of the room, a white figure gradually emerged.
"Azi! Kill him! He lied to you!"
The white figure stretched out his thin hand and smiled strangely at Wang Jinjie.
"I'm always the only one who's good to you!"
"Go away!"
The expression of the white figure became ferocious. Wang Jin was choked and could not turn her head and could only see her white clothes, but Li Hui could still see her face clearly.
"Is it Bixian?"
Wang Jin asked Li Hui.
"Yes, it's A'Zhu."
Li Hui nodded and replied.
"A'Zhu...is he Bixian?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.
"It turns out that your 'go away' was always meant for Bixian."
Patting the back of Ah Zi's hand, Wang Jin said softly.
"Thank you for your protection. Leave the rest to me."
Without using contact suppression, Azi seemed to feel the warmth from Wang Jin's palm. After hesitating for a moment, he let go of his hand and stood silently next to Wang Jin.
"A'Zhu?"
Wang Jin turned his head and looked at the white figure with a ferocious expression.
The figure smiled and nodded, with a cold expression.
"Is he also a pen fairy?"
"That's right."
A'Zhu raised her eyebrows and with a casual move, three dolls stood in front of her.
"Does it have to be this way?"
Wang Jin pointed at the rag doll that was gearing up and continued.
"What you did is very radical, but I'm not qualified to comment."
"If my sister suffered the same bullying as Azi, my actions would only be more terrifying than yours."
"Come with me, I'll take you to see the outside world, okay?"
Wang Jin expressed his goodwill as much as possible.
A'Zhu's situation is very complicated. She is the only one who accompanies A'Zi, and she is also the one who betrays A'Zi at the critical moment, but she is also the one who turns into a pen fairy and kills those beasts in the end.
Wang Jin didn't know how to evaluate her behavior, so he could only negotiate with her as much as possible.
"Let's go? Are you stupid?"
A'Zhu smiled exaggeratedly, but did not let the doll attack Wang Jin.
"You don't even know what I've done and you want to take me away?"
"Appreciate further details."
Wang Jin simply sat down cross-legged, looking like he was talking about homely things.
Azi stood in front of Wang Jin with a nervous expression, while Li Hui blocked the door to prevent the way back from being cut off by Bixian.
A'Zhu seemed a little jealous of Wang Jin who was being protected by A'Zi. She smiled miserably and then spoke.
"We are all children in an orphanage, and that tall male corpse is our director."
"But he doesn't like children. He adopted us just for his reputation as a philanthropist."
"Therefore, every time we came near him, we would be insulted and beaten by him."
"As time went by, the children stopped paying attention to him, and instead focused on Ah Zi, who had physical defects."
"We didn't have names at first. My name was A'Zhu because I like to wear red clothes, and the reason why A'Zi was called A'Zi..."
"...It's because her skin is always covered with bruises."
Bixian frowned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"From the beginning of those children's verbal abuse, to the later taking pleasure in beating Ah Zi, no one stopped them."
Bixian grabbed the rag doll holding the fruit knife, and then stabbed him hard with the knife.
"ah--!!"
The doll wailed, but did not dare to speak.
"I tried to stop it, but I was too weak at that time, and even betrayed Ah Zi in order not to be bullied."
Bixian smiled miserably, with a smile that was a bit sad that a child should not have.
"Later, this beast wanted to violate Azi and even threatened her with a knife."
Bixian shook the rag doll that was struggling in his hand.
"Ah Zi resisted with all her strength, but the beast missed and stabbed Ah Zi."
"Stab?"
Wang Jin frowned subconsciously when he heard this.
"That's right, this beast dropped the injured Ah Zi. Ah Zi had a defective leg and couldn't move. She eventually died of excessive blood loss."
Bi Xian stabbed the rag doll's body with another knife.
"The blood dyed Azi's clothes red, like a red skirt."
Wang Jin looked at Ah Zi, he knew why this little girl was dressed in red.
"The dean found out about it, but he warned us not to mention it."
"But later, they began to get injured for no apparent reason, except me."
"I didn't know why at first, until I saw the red skirt under Azi's mat."
"I gave it to her. She always regarded it as a treasure and couldn't bear to wear it."
Bixian swallowed harder, and then stabbed the rag doll in his hand with the knife again and again with a ferocious expression.
[Author's digression]: Paigu is working hard to code words (serious face)
Then, I discovered that if I work hard, I can write 200,000 words this month and earn exactly 600 yuan.
So there will probably be four four-chapter updates this month.
You need your life, you need your life, but who can't live with money (dog head)
Furthermore, if you push the book of the guy next door, he’s even more popular than me. Woohoo.
"Sister's live broadcast exposed my thunderous appearance"