Zuo Jing held the cleaner's ankle tightly and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Do you... know where my child is?"
The cleaner was so frightened that she struggled to get rid of Zuo Jing's hand.
Zuo Jing was thin, but her strength at this time was frightening. She held on to the cleaner and refused to let go for a moment. The blade attached to the inside of her wrist scratched the cleaner's ankle, and there was bright red blood.
The beads popped out instantly.
Most of Zuo Jing's other arm had been blown away. She crawled to the ground with difficulty, and there were small wounds on her swollen legs.
But even though she worked so hard, she still didn't break out a drop of sweat, and she didn't even make a slight gasp.
The cleaner turned around to run away, but was pulled back by Zuo Jing. Zuo Jing pulled her arm hard and stared at her. "Have you ever... seen my child?"
Her swollen and deformed nose was almost touching the cleaner's face. The rotting flesh on her body kept emitting a pungent smell.
The cleaner looked at Zuo Jing's terrifying face and the shocking bloody hole on her neck. She trembled and shouted: "Help, help! There is a ghost, there is..."
The sharp blade was suddenly placed across her neck, and she quickly shut her mouth in fear. Zuo Jingyuan opened her empty eyes and said in a solemn tone: "I'll ask you one last time, what are you doing?"
,Have you ever met my son Dongdong?"
The cleaner said tremblingly: "No, really not..."
Her words stopped suddenly, and a deep scar appeared on her neck. Bright red blood instantly poured out from her wound, staining the cold blade.
Zuo Jing pushed her away suddenly and said with a dull expression: "It's a useless thing, it's really a useless thing... I'm looking for my son, who knows where my son is?"
The cleaner who fell to the ground clutched her bleeding neck tightly. She wanted to ask for help, but she could only make a weak moan.
Zuo Jing snatched away her clothes and jacket, then walked straight past her without mercy, and continued to move forward staggeringly.
At this time, most citizens have not gone out or even gotten up. The whole street is deserted. But it is not that there is no one around. There are only a few people who come out for morning exercise and people who open breakfast shops are waiting.
Near here.
They looked at Zuo Jing who was like a walking corpse, and no one dared to step forward.
Zuo Jing was as terrifying as a ghost. The citizens were frightened out of their wits, and it took a while before they came back to their senses. Some people took out their mobile phones tremblingly to call the police, and several people rushed to the dying cleaner.
Zuo Jing wrapped her head with the cleaner's coat, covering her swollen and deformed face. She walked aimlessly on the street, repeating over and over again: "Dongdong, my child, I
Where is the child..."
More than ten minutes later, she passed by a noodle shop that had just opened. She suddenly stopped and looked at the little figure who appeared behind the cashier with great joy.
She quickly opened the door and rushed in, walking in front of the boy.
The proprietress who was busy in the kitchen heard the sound of the door opening. She poked her head out and took a look. She didn't see Zuo Jing clearly and thought she was just an ordinary customer.
The landlady said gently: "Honey, can you help mom ask this aunt what she wants to eat?"
The little boy nodded and said to Zuo Jing with a smile: "Auntie, what do you want to eat?" When Zuo Jing came closer to him, the boy quickly covered his nose. He smelled the pungent smell.
There was a putrid smell, and he took two steps back in disgust.
Zuo Jing held him in her arms and said softly: "Dongdong, I finally found you. My good son, mother is here to take you home."
Her hoarse voice was like a dull saw cutting wood.
The boy pushed her in fear and shouted in a crying voice: "Mom, this aunt smells so bad, so scary!"
"You kid, why are you so rude?" The proprietress hurriedly walked out of the kitchen. Just as she was about to apologize to Zuo Jing, she noticed her weird dress and smelled the unpleasant smell on her body.
She looked at Zuo Jing's dirty clothes and thought she was a mentally disturbed beggar. She quickly went to pull her son and said anxiously: "Let him go!"
"This is my son, no one can take him away!" Just as Zuo Jing and the landlady were pushing and shoving, her wound, which was covered by the upturned collar, was exposed.
The landlady looked at the terrible bloody hole on her neck and was so frightened that she could hardly speak. "You, you..."
Zuo Jing held the little boy's hand tightly and said urgently: "Dongdong, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize your mother?"
She opened the coat that covered her face and continued to say excitedly: "Look, it's mom. Come home with mom quickly, okay?"
Her terrifying voice made people break out in cold sweat.
The boy saw clearly Zuo Jing's swollen and terrifying face. He was so frightened that he cried loudly and kept shrinking into his mother's arms.
"Help, help!" Both mother and son thought they had seen a ghost, and they collapsed and screamed in fear.
"My good boy, don't be afraid, I am your mother." Zuo Jing touched the boy's tender face with her hand that was missing a finger.
She stared at the boy and suddenly frowned, her originally gentle eyes suddenly became full of murderous intent. "You are not my Dongdong, you are not!"
Zuo Jing pushed the trembling little boy away. She glared at the mother and son fiercely and asked sternly: "Tell me, where is my Dongdong? Where is he?"
After dying and "resurrecting", she has become different from ordinary people, and her actions and thinking have changed greatly. Her only obsession is to find her son.
The landlady hugged her son and hid in a corner. She was shaking all over and panicking. "Please spare us, please spare us..." She kept begging with tears on her face.
Zuo Jing looked at them coldly, her face a little distorted. "Why are my Dongdong and I separated, but you mother and son can stay together? This is unfair, this is so unfair!"
She suddenly raised the sharp knife attached to her wrist and stabbed the boss lady mercilessly.
An anxious voice suddenly rang: "Zuo Jing, wait! Dongdong is here, I brought him to see you!"
