Wang Jin couldn't understand how someone could blush in front of a grenade.
It's fun to blow up things with grenades, isn't it?
Hmm...she does seem to be quite happy.
Wang Jin nodded, suddenly able to understand Li Hui.
When the smoke cleared, Wang Jin looked towards the bedroom.
The bedside table and mattress were blown to pieces, along with the rag doll.
The shrapnel and shock wave of the grenade tore it in half, and the lower body was missing.
But it still struggled to support its upper body with its hands and crawled towards Wang Jin waving the blade.
"We don't know each other, right? Isn't that the case?"
Wang Jin lifted the broken rag doll with one hand and watched it struggling in front of his eyes.
"My legs! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
The little girl's voice actually came from the rag doll.
"It doesn't hurt. My leg is on the cabinet."
Wang Jin pointed at the large wardrobe that was torn to pieces but still strong.
"As long as you can speak, I'll ask you questions and answer them."
"Kill you! If I kill you, I can get my body!"
Ragdoll struggled and waved his arms, trying to throw the blade at Wang Jin.
But the blade seemed to be sewn on its body, and the doll tried many times without success.
Wang Jin took out the ghost blowing lamp from his pocket and pressed the switch.
"If you are still not honest, I will kill you, do you understand?"
The flames swayed in the dim room, and occasionally streaked across the doll's body.
The rag doll stopped struggling, lowered its hands, and looked at Wang Jin honestly.
"This is you?"
Wang Jin pointed at the corpse that had been turned into pieces.
The rag doll did not speak, but nodded.
"That's it."
"Hiss-"
Wang Jin smiled ferociously and pulled off the rag doll's right arm with force.
"ah--!!"
The rag doll raised its head and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Can rag dolls also hurt?”
Wang Jin casually lit the arm with a ghost blowing lamp and then asked.
"Yes! It will hurt!"
Ragdoll seemed to be afraid that Wang Jin would attack again, so he shouted loudly.
"Our souls are imprisoned in rag dolls, and it will hurt if our souls are torn apart!"
"Why are you shouting so loudly!"
"Hiss-"
Wang Jin tugged hard again, and the rag doll's left hand was torn off, leaving only half of the arm swinging around.
"ah!!"
The doll gave a short cry, as if she was afraid that Wang Jin would continue to hurt her, so she suppressed the cry.
"It hurts, right? Then when you bullied Azi, why didn't you think about whether she was in pain or not?"
After lighting the torn off hand on fire, Wang Jin continued to ask.
"Who turned you into this?"
"Bixian! It's Bixian!"
"Go on."
Wang Jin lit the rag doll's hair with a lighter, and a burning smell came out.
"Originally Azi just hurt us and didn't want to kill us."
"But Xiaopang wanted to kill Ah Zi completely, so we had to listen to him, so we invited Pen Xian."
"Halfway through the ceremony, Douzi regretted it, let go, and ruined the ceremony."
"Then Bixian got angry and gave us all..."
Ragdoll's voice was a little trembling. I don't know if it was because he remembered the scene at that time or because he was frightened by Wang Jin.
"Did Bixian imprison you in the doll?"
Wang Jin then asked.
"No, it's Ah Zi."
Ragdoll's voice suddenly became a little deeper.
"None of us want to die. She let us possess the doll to protect us."
"Ha, the doll you used to hurt Ah Zi became your last shelter, and the girl you hurt all along is protecting you after her death."
"How ironic."
Wang Jin shook the doll in his hand.
"I...it wasn't me who did it, it was Xiaopang and Douzi. Those two who said they wouldn't bully Ah Zi were going against them, and then they would be beaten."
Ragdoll said tremblingly.
"That's it."
Wang Jin silently remembered these two names.
This tragedy falls into three categories of people.
The victim, Azi.
The other three people bullied A Zi because they didn't want to be a victim.
And the most damning ones, Xiaopang and Douzi, who bullied Azi simply because of her physical defects.
"Do you think you are right at all?"
Wang Jin looked at the rag doll in his hand.
"What you should do is stand up with other weak people and stand on Azi's side instead of becoming an accomplice of the perpetrators."
The doll lowered its head and stopped talking.
"You should apologize to Azi."
Wang Jin put away the ghost blowing lamp, threw down the rag doll, and turned around to leave.
Shortly after Wang Jin left, a blood-red figure stared blankly at the broken rag doll on the ground.
Because the ghost blew out the lamp, it didn't know what Wang Jin had done and could only stare at the doll blankly.
The doll moved, as if it said something.
The red figure trembled suddenly and then disappeared.
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The second room should be a boy's bedroom. There were thick quilts piled on the bed and red blood stains everywhere.
"Whose bedroom is it? Douzi? Fatty? Or another child?"
Wang Jin opened the quilt to reveal the sheets underneath.
I don't know what mechanism was accidentally triggered, but there was a "dong dong" sound coming from the bed board, as if someone was tapping inside.
"嘤嘤!"
Xiao Hei seemed to be very scared and kept hiding behind Li Hui.
"I've seen ghosts hiding mirrors in boxes, why are you still afraid of these little tricks?"
Wang Jin did not try to let Xiao Hei destroy the bed board, which might lose clues.
The moment he pulled out the sheets, a pale severed hand stretched out from the gap in the bed board.
"hehe."
Such ordinary things no longer scare Wang Jin.
Wang Jin touched the severed hand, with a hint of the coolness of rubber. The touch was not much different from human skin, and black liquid was even flowing out.
Wang Jin opened the bed board and found a boy's body lying inside, with the word "ugly ghost" carved on his forehead.
The corpse was very realistic and seemed to be electric inside.
A wire was connected between the quilt and the bed board. As long as the quilt was lifted, the control switch would automatically turn on, and the rubber corpse would start banging its head against the bed board.
However, under the contamination of the dream of death, the rubber corpse turned into a mixture between flesh and doll, and the head of the corpse was bruised and bloody.
"Are you wishing me a happy birthday?"
Wang Jin reached out and tore off its wires, and the body instantly turned into pieces.
The polluted amusement park is full of murderous intent, and it is in an extremely dangerous haunted house. The slightest movement will cause people to worry, not to mention the banging sound caused by the constant impact. Even if it has no lethality, just hearing this sound is enough to make people panic.
Yes.
Pulling off the wires and throwing the doll onto the bed, Wang Jin began to look for the doll possessed by the child.
The strange thing was that the three people searched inside and out but couldn't find the doll, so they had to go to the next room.