Even without looking at the last painting, Wang Jin could probably guess what happened between these children.
The red figure covered in blood is Ah Zi, a poor girl who was isolated and bullied because she was born with a disability.
At first, the girl in red accompanied her, but the other four children began to isolate the two of them.
The girl in red had no choice but to bully Ah Zi with them, turning from a victim into a perpetrator.
Experiencing bullying and betrayal at the same time, Wang Jin could not imagine how desperate Ah Zi felt inside.
Slowly, the bullying evolved into more and more excessive beatings, until the fat boy used a knife for unknown reasons.
A living life died tragically at the hands of a peer. From that day on, Azi has been pestering these murderers, but it seems that she had no intention of killing them at first.
Several children were desperate and invited the Pen Fairy, and then the whole army was wiped out.
"Oh, this time I'm on Azi's side."
Wang Jin spread his hands and decisively joined the ghost camp.
There is no way, he has a sister.
If Xiaolin and Azi had the same experience, what Wang Jin would do to the perpetrators would only be crazier and more cruel.
"But Azi didn't intend to kill them originally, so it would only be Bixian who made her change her mind?
Wang Jin scratched his head and turned his attention to the last painting.
In the painting, two figures, one white and one red, stand side by side. The white one is Bixian and the red one is Azi.
Behind them were pieces of broken human bodies, the soul-calling candles were still shining with an erratic light, and Azi's face showed the same expression as on her birthday.
It was obviously a smile, but there was no joy at all. Instead, one could read pain, struggle, suppressed anger and fear.
"Bixian, right? She's already dead and you still bully her?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and determined Bixian's death date.
"Then there's A'Zhu, she should apologize to A'Zi."
After thinking carefully, A'Zhu chose to betray A'Zi in order not to be bullied, but A'Zi never treated A'Zhu badly and did not even touch her.
"What a gentle child. I wish I could have met her earlier."
Wang Jin sighed, feeling sad for Ah Zi's death.
"Yes, yes."
Li Hui nodded, with a rare serious expression on his face.
"You also see what's going on?"
Wang Jin turned around and asked.
"No, I heard what you just muttered."
Li Hui shook her head, her eye circles slightly red.
"嘤嘤!"
Xiao Hei expressed deep sympathy and reached out to wipe away his tears.
"Oh, let's go."
With a sigh, Wang Jin walked from the corridor to the second floor.
Not long after the three people left, a red figure with a slightly deformed right leg looked at the place where they had just stood in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
——
"There are three rooms on the left and right. There are no special markings on the doors. It seems that the only way to find out is to go in."
Wang Jin walked to the first door and pushed it open, trying to get in. But the harder he pushed, the harder it became to push the door open. It was as if someone inside was deliberately pushing against the door. Even with all his strength, he could only push it open ten centimeters wide.
"Is there anyone in the house?"
Wang Jin took two steps back and gestured to Xiao Hei.
"嘤嘤."
Xiao Hei looked very happy, and tremblingly punched, only to hear a crunching sound in the room, and two foldable spring tubes collapsed.
The door opened wide and Wang Jin entered the house, only to see the body of a girl hidden behind the door.
The corpse's forehead was carved with the word "Cripple" for unknown reasons, and the clothes on its body were stained with blood.
There was no smell of blood or corpse, it was just a doll made of paint and rubber.
Maybe that's how it should be.
As soon as Wang Jin stretched out his hand to touch it, the corpse turned into pieces of minced meat, and at the same time, a thick black liquid flowed out.
The minced meat fell to the ground and kept squirming as if it had its own consciousness, making Wang Jin feel nauseated.
The doll was contaminated by the dream of death and turned into an indestructible corpse. However, it was unable to move because it had been dismembered, so it became such minced meat.
"The door cannot be opened completely. If you squeeze in through the crack of the door, you will really be shocked when you first see this thing."
Wang Jin looked behind the door. There were two levers fixed behind the fake corpse. When the door was pushed on one side, its head would poke out on the other side.
The haunted house seems ordinary, but there is a hidden meaning behind every decoration, not to mention that there are real ghosts now.
Wang Jin glanced around the room. This was a girl's bedroom, which should have belonged to the deceased. The decoration was very simple.
He glanced under the bed and in the closet. Although there were scary paths hidden inside, they were not very lethal to Wang Jin who was mentally prepared.
"What the hell!!"
Opening the drawer, Wang Jin was startled by the severed hand that popped out.
Fortunately, it was just a prop and did not mutate due to contamination.
After continuing to scan around, Wang Jin found no more meaningful clues.
"Hey hey hey..."
Familiar yet slightly different laughter sounded, and the three of them quickly concentrated on finding the source of the sound.
"It's not under the bed...and there's no drawer..."
"That was in..."
"ceiling!"
Wang Jin didn't even raise his head and just stretched out his hand to make a shuttle move. At the same time, Li Hui's knife also moved.
Xiao Hei twisted his body to protect the two of them, but he was still a step too slow.
At the same time as the gunfire sounded, a scarred rag doll suddenly fell from the ceiling, and the blade in his hand slashed Wang Jin's face.
Wang Jin sensed the danger, turned his head suddenly, and narrowly avoided the blow, but still had several strands of hair cut off.
"How dare you get in my fucking face?"
Wang Jin became famous all of a sudden. Although he was not extremely handsome, he was still the most eye-catching one in the crowd. This unlucky rag doll actually wanted to scratch his face?
The rag doll did not speak, but chuckled and crawled into an unknown place, seeming to be preparing for the next attack.
"You will definitely die today."
Wang Jin turned around and walked out of the bedroom door with Li Hui and Xiao Hei, then threw a grenade in with his backhand and hid aside.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded in the narrow room with a bit more power, and the door panel was blown away.
Anyway, Wang Jin has probably figured out the information about this room. At this time, it is obviously a simple and efficient way to directly kill a rag doll with a grenade.
"How many grenades did you bring?"
Li Hui seemed to appreciate Wang Jin's acting style. She patted the dust on her body and asked while waiting for the smoke to clear.
"These, after all, the New Year is coming soon, so it's time to set off firecrackers."
Wang Jin showed Li Hui his backpack, and there were still about ten pills left in it.
"I still have three more. If you don't have enough, you can use mine."
Li Hui's cheeks turned red inexplicably, as if she felt she had met someone of the same kind.
[Author's digression]: I saved a 200-word manuscript for today's paigu, please praise me (proud)